Before we went to second on a motorbike towards native port plagued us both hungry. Thankfully, located directly at the station a branch of the favorite restaurant chain of my brother (the so-inconspicuous hinexistiert in a much nondescript building in front of him, that he had learned only after a year thanks to its handzurrenden accompaniment).
After we get a place and showed us have established, under the strict observation of the very next table, whose eyes fear of a new American invasion reflected (Damn it coming! Not all white people from the States!), came to call the service only twice. Not because she was busy. Not because my brother said in English. No, the Japanese approach seemed to have quite upset, because Japanese can not gaijin!
later a delicious surprise dinner (Why surprise? Well, the knowledge of Chinese characters is with my brother is still in its infancy, he therefore knows something not 3000-5000, but rather some Hundred. Chosen by me for food, he noted only that he believed that would mean a drawing of horses ... - But it was mashed potatoes in a crispy coating) we went on the trip to 57.85 Strohfußabstreifern that the domicile of my o-nii-san
mark.
After a short rest would have to store your luggage for a shower (my goodness, this is sooooooooooo beautiful ... sultry here! So is all this fuss in sauna-D certainly not contribute to health, since then in Japan have all diseases have disappeared, the natural sauna that prevails here! The only thing missing is that before a person with 'NEM Ladle into the paws of the road running and screaming (of course in Japanese) "I do it once more 'nen infusion") we still fast "Lalaport" hit.
In Lalaport is not, as one might think at first (and I in the first moment of the acoustic exposure also did), a Teletubby-space port, but a giant shopping mall just outside the front door, which within one year from the soil has been crushed. (Why the construction time for only one third as large shopping center in my native city university is three times as long, but seems to me illogical ... the owners have with the direct and indirect proportionalities in seventh grade ? Probably can not be tracked so completely), where we looked in several stores for a modern perversion of traditional furnishings: the rubber-mat! One of these as "air mattress" known documents, I should serve as a place for the night. Unfortunately we were not in our search looking for, and as I had thought not to engage in animal cruelty, also retired from the inflatable crocodile as an option. As we had
almost given up, it happened! We saw no precious jewels in fabric with a filling made by polyaddition of isocyanates and polyols resulting polyurethanes!
The evening was saved, the 6 bottles of green tea, which we had taken were heavy, the air was still warm and humid, but I was glad to be with my brother in Japan!
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