A Conclusion Of Sorts

And so my time in Japan has come to an end.
I've enjoyed it. I've met some wonderful people, and my job allowed me to teach an assorted mix of characters. I've enjoyed the stories they have told me, whether they are hilariously funny or grimly morbid.
I have learnt much about Japanese culture. I now know that you can eat your rice whilst holding your bowl in the air. I know that you can make loud slurping sounds when you eat noodles. I know that you need to wipe your hands on a wet towel before every meal and to bow at every given moment. I know that Love Hotels can be a curious oddity and that everything is slightly different in Japan, even with the most mundane things like sleeping. Capsule Hotel anyone?
And I have finally come to the conclusion that whatever I do in Japan, I'm doing it wrong. But I know that I have received an unlimited amount of hospitality during my stay here. The big farewell bear hug from Isamu, and wet kiss from Shigeho is testament to this. But there is one thing I still don't understand: How to use bloody chop-sticks.