It has been an eventful first week; moved countries, registered as ‘alien’ (gaijin), organised national health insurance and the whole “all by myself” thing started settling in. Also, I now have a phone number. It has been cool – around 14 average maximum – but some days, like today, are lovely and sunny, just cool. I am doing a lot of walking, as you’d expect when I don’t have a car. Not a bad thing – you get to see more of the surroundings that way. It also means carrying shopping back from the supa (Japanese for supermarket), but I have bought a trolley which makes this much easier.

Have bought a few things for the flat, to make it more like home –2 zaisu (legless chairs for tatami rooms), a rug and under rug heater (for the kids (cats) when they arrive…) and today, a spice grinder (repurposed coffee grinder). Speaking of my outing today, I took the first ‘photo of the week’, which is attached. I consulted an oracle about the contents of the photo and I am told it has to do with being in the northern hemisphere and water going down the drain in a different direction. Thank you ‘oracle’.

To the B&B front, I was feeling somewhat despondent about the dearth of suitable land/houses here, when yesterday our real estate agent came up with what appears to be a very suitable block of land. It is currently disposed as a carpark (flat and bitumenised (is that a word?)). It is in Higashiyama, about 20 minutes walk from the flat. Right zoning, right size and close to right price. What is not so good is that it is not close to a train station or many shops. It is, however, about 10 minutes walk to a number of buses which go in many directions and to touristy places. Importantly, there is a bottle shop just around the corner and a pizzeria just down the road!

A couple of interesting things about being in Japan – as I sit at my table writing emails, eating, etc, I hear many things outside. Two things of interest yesterday were what sounded like nursery rhyme music along with a child-like female recorded voice, which was coming towards me, and a whistle, which sounded like a Puffing Billy* whistle (steam trains here, I thought???). Had to go downstairs to see what and where this music was coming from. Turns out it was a truck…possibly a rubbish truck, but like many trucks here it was quite small. And guess what, as I’m sitting here typing this, there’s another lot of music coming towards the flat, this time sounds like singing children?

Ah, but then this is one of the reasons I love this place, expect the unexpected and especially lots of kawaii (cute) things.

Signing off on that note (haha)

* (Australian reference – small steam train mainly for children)