Dinner at the Minami's in Soni tonight was a long awaited one. Despite the rain and the initial lack of vegetables for the curry, we somehow rounded them up, cooked them, spiced them and devoured them being as hungry as we were; and despite the complaints by the little one that it was taking too long and later that it was to spicy to eat. Blah! haha!
The Minami's run a petrol station at the intersection where the road splits for Soni and Mitsue. A lifesaver for when you're running on fumes and heading out of town for whatever reason. It seems to be the case whenever Rob's riding with me. They've got three boys, two at high school, Yuki and Shoki, and one in primary...yes, the one complaining about the lack of food and the spiciness. He's gaming champ, pulling long hours on weekends perfecting the moves on all the games they have on their Nintendo Wii. The name's Tatsuki. Gaming champ. Legend has it that on any given Saturday, he'd wake at 10h00 to hit the living room armchair and make his way through different levels on the different games he has. Pulls an eight hour day he does. Madness if you ask me, but then, who's going to be sitting in the saddle for 5 to 6 hours a day pedalling through Japan? I must be the crazy one.
Dinner was pleasant, and the mood was lively. Tired faces around the table said it was still a week day. As the five boys retired to the living room to teach me the ways of the Wii, the parents cleared up and began their own retirement, knackered from yet another day of managing the pumps in a village somewhere in Japan.
It was a good time. They loved the food, the new smells, the lentils they had never seen, the chai they had never had made at home, and the company I guess. It was lovely hearing Shoki's ambitions and be reminded that you can never be too young or too old to dream and be excited about something. He's a bright one, very much into the computer programming and new technology. Hmm...should I get a Wii? Probably not. It could mean the end to most of my social life. Although...no.
For now it's time to roll up in bed. Good times.
The Minami's run a petrol station at the intersection where the road splits for Soni and Mitsue. A lifesaver for when you're running on fumes and heading out of town for whatever reason. It seems to be the case whenever Rob's riding with me. They've got three boys, two at high school, Yuki and Shoki, and one in primary...yes, the one complaining about the lack of food and the spiciness. He's gaming champ, pulling long hours on weekends perfecting the moves on all the games they have on their Nintendo Wii. The name's Tatsuki. Gaming champ. Legend has it that on any given Saturday, he'd wake at 10h00 to hit the living room armchair and make his way through different levels on the different games he has. Pulls an eight hour day he does. Madness if you ask me, but then, who's going to be sitting in the saddle for 5 to 6 hours a day pedalling through Japan? I must be the crazy one.
Dinner was pleasant, and the mood was lively. Tired faces around the table said it was still a week day. As the five boys retired to the living room to teach me the ways of the Wii, the parents cleared up and began their own retirement, knackered from yet another day of managing the pumps in a village somewhere in Japan.
It was a good time. They loved the food, the new smells, the lentils they had never seen, the chai they had never had made at home, and the company I guess. It was lovely hearing Shoki's ambitions and be reminded that you can never be too young or too old to dream and be excited about something. He's a bright one, very much into the computer programming and new technology. Hmm...should I get a Wii? Probably not. It could mean the end to most of my social life. Although...no.
For now it's time to roll up in bed. Good times.
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