Here the Shiramizu New Year's card, listing the main events of 2011 on the right and the contact information on the left.
Around January 20th we'll announce who will be the next selected intern for the 2012 position.
Here the Shiramizu New Year's card, listing the main events of 2011 on the right and the contact information on the left.
Around January 20th we'll announce who will be the next selected intern for the 2012 position.
At first she amused herself by watching the outside going past (though the insides of tunnels are pretty boring) and by looking at other people's shoes ('Can one judge a person by the shoes they wear?' she asked herself); then when it got dark she meditated (i.e. practiced being a vegetable); and when this became too tiring, she read the insides of her eyelids.
Snacks for the journey. Note the Tiger-Bun (or toraman) on the left.
Snacks, a bit later
Snacks see the sea
Who ate the snacks? Must've been the Tiger-Bun
In this way, the courageous karate student travelled without major mishap up hill and down dale, from Saitama to Nara, to Koya-san, to Hiroshima, Tsuwano, Matsue and back to Nara. Snacks were bought and eaten, photos taken and sights were seen. But little did she know what would happen on the last leg home.
The day started like any other, not a cloud in the sky and no premonition of what awaited. The first sign that something was amiss came when the first train to Kyoto kept stopping between stations. The karate student used her super-duper Japanese skills and picked out one word in the conductor's announcements: traffic lights. 'The train signals must keep changing', she deduced. 'Not to worry, I have 40 minutes to spare before my next train from Kyoto at noon.' That first train arrived at Kyoto 37 minutes late, so the athletic karate student ran into the station for her next train and on the way past read the station signboards.
Shock, horror! There had been a level crossing accident between Kyoto and Maibara, her next transfer point. 'Hmm.... I still have to get home, so I'll go as far as I can along the line, and maybe it'll have been sorted out by the time I get there,' she thought. This she did, but nope, it hadn't.
What to do, what to do. By sheer chance, the station that the fortunate karate student had reached was connected to a private railway line that also went to Maibara, though the long way round. With some help from a very friendly station attendant, she decided to take the private railway, throwing her luck to the winds and gambling that it would be faster than waiting for the JR trains to start again.
Thus, along with half the population of Kansai (the other half travelling in the opposite direction), she crammed into a rather slow, hygienically challenged train, and became more acquainted with her fellow passengers than she really wished. But because the karate student was the type of popular, kind and generous person everybody wants to know, she made some lifelong friends without even mussing her hair, and arrived at Maibara only three hours late.
To cut a long story short, she continued on her journey home, navigating at each transfer point by sense of smell (her carefully prepared itinerary no longer applicable), and arrived successfully at Omiya, Saitama, at midnight. But this wasn't the end of her troubles. Omiya is not home for the patient karate student, and to her disappointment, as her train pulled into the station, she saw the last train to her final destination pulling out.
Having fun at the end of a long day. Ha ha.
Now Omiya is a nice place in which to shop and go to karaoke in the daytime or early evening, but after wandering around for a bit, the tired but undefeated karate student concluded that Omiya in the early morning was not where she wanted to be. No internet cafes presented themselves, and spending the night in MacDonalds was decidedly unsavoury, so after a short conversation with a couple of friendly taxi drivers, she set off at last on the final, most expensive, part of her journey. In record time the taxi had dropped her home, and she lived happily ever after.
The End
This is the official Shiramizu 'nengajo', New Year's Card, sent out by Arakawa Sensei.
Yes, that's him with a kumite helmet on that has an Ox picture on it, since 2009 is the Year of the Ox. On the right in bold are the many tournaments and events listed by month, followed by a message, then some January and February 2009 event reminders (which I've added to our events list in the blog's right column).
Pretty much all adults in Japan send out nengajo cards to everyone they know, and these are delivered by or on Jan 1st by a huge fleet of postal delivery men on little red motor bikes. These are designed like a post card, with a personal message and picture on the front, which a person can have made easily at stationary stores, post offices, printing shops, photo stops, etc.
Between Dec 22 to about the 27th, Japanese people are madly trying to get their cards done and get them mailed so they can be delivered on Jan 1st, as Jan 2nd would be late and lateness by even one minute in Japan is a no-no...
As for international squad here at Shiramizu, we had a great 2008 and the new year looks even better. I wish everyone a wonderful, peaceful 2009.