Our friend, beer

There is nothing like the sound of cracking open a tinny after a couple of hours of hard work. That "psssst" is music to the ears. And sometimes, you don't want the song to end so you keep on creating beautiful music by cracking open more and more tinnies. And then you realise it's 2am. And you have work the next day.

I do yoga at the village's Kouminkan every Tuesday night, but numbers have been dwindling so my mate T who organises the class decided to run a month's worth of free classes to try to boost numbers again. Some of our other mates came for a bit of a laugh and to see if it's possible to stick one's toe in one's ear after one yoga lesson. After bending and stretching and putting left toes between right toes for two hours, we decided that the only thing we could then do was drink. So we went back to Ka's house where his wife Ku just "whipped up" some fried onigiri, fried fish and salad and opened up packets of peanuts, dried shellfish, chocolates, cakes... Watching a J-Drama about a woman dealing with alcoholism, we drank the beer and ate the food until there was no more beer. Ka asked me if I had tried Chinese liquor. Before I could finish saying "No, I haven't", there were 3 glasses on the table and the unopened bottle out of its box. Mixed with hot water and with a little sugar (apparently that's the way it's done) I think I have found a new addition to my "Top 10 Drinks" list. T likened it to Lemon Tea.

So drinking drinking drinking, we suddenly realised it was 2am. And we all have work today.

Eh. I made it here, didn't I?