A Kind of Weird Story

I had one of my strangest experiences in Japan last night. One of my best experiences, but still, very strange.

I'd been nicking for real Indian food for a while. My new homestay mother has been fantastic about making me veggie food, but I could have really gone for some paneer or authentic naan. So Junko has these rich Indian friends that work part time with her at her kindergarten. They were all going out Sunday night and I was invited along.

They took me to a club. I don't mean like a dance club, I mean like an English gentleman's country club but in downtown Kobe and instead of white owners and brown servants it was brown owners and yellow servers. I felt like I was viewing some bizarre version of the Royal Canadian Yacht Club, as through a glass, darkly. Truly strange it was.

But delicious. I ate so much I almost burst this morning. Amazing.