Well, calling that on its own an adventure is stretching it, but it was a great time in my life. I’d gladly move back if I could get a job that didn’t involve teaching. Unfortunately Gillian has her heart set on staying in Canada, but maybe someday I can do what William Gibson did and spend half my time here and half my time there. That would rock.
Anyway, here’s some memories of those early days. Teaching English might have gotten old, but Japan never did.
I start this with a picture of Mossfoot, and for good reason. That green little trouble maker almost made us miss our plane! He had picked up a number of “odours” over the previous year, and he hates taking a bath. As a result he retained certain trace scents that certain dogs at certain airports are trained to smell for. As a result, we had to unpack all of our bags, and were given everything short of a full body cavity search. Mossfoot is definately going for a few rounds in the tub before we leave here, that’s for sure!
Gillian was as patient as ever about this, though she was not half as amused as I was. Personally I thought it was an interesting experience, no harm done. But Gillian, I suppose, felt a cloud of suspision was now over her, and it made her uncomfortable.
Needless to say, any attempt at a picture of our approach would be futile. However, this plane had a neat-o GPS kind of map showing our progress in between the crappy movies. As you can see here, we are getting quite close.