Sushi
Well that was weird.
Ive just watched some Japanese kids cartoon which has terrified me to my very soul. The story was incomprehensibly bizarre and played out like some bastardised Alice-in-Wonderland on crack, penetrating my mind and dragging my sanity kicking and gurgling into its world of God baths, puking monsters and giant telepathic babies.
I’ll probably watch it again tomorrow.
This weekend, Mother Nature thought it would be excellent fun to piss all over our carefully scheduled plans of going to Amakusa (islands off Kyushu) to enjoy the beaches and waterfalls. With our beach getaway abandoned, we decided to ‘do lunch’ and go shopping. For lunch we had sushi. Nobody actually likes the taste of sushi, not even the Japanese. The whole thing is a farcical test of ones own ability of sincere conviction. Much like beer, sushi is an acquired taste, which is impossible to acquire - noone genuinely enjoys the consumption of the product, more the by-products of said consumption - eg. drunkenness or self satisfaction (”hey, I can eat raw fish!”).
The sushi place we were eating at was said to have very fresh fish. This fact was confirmed for us as we watched a chef standing by a large tank of fish, trying to catch some with a big net. As we awkwardly laughed it off, I tried hard to not think of the fish crying little fish tears at the prospect of being served up to a bunch of gaijin, without even enjoying the dignity of being cooked first.
I beg to differ. I think the taste is instantly addictive. I have actually dreamed of wasabi… The more we eat sushi, the more I wish I could have it daily.