Okinawa - A much needed tropical break

This past week, I went to Okinawa for 5 days with Sheridan, Clare, Ellen and Devin; fellow ALT’s in Kumamoto. It was honestly so needed, since I’d had a pretty crap week prior to going. I was getting super irritated at having no proper schedule, since I’m in a different school almost every day. That, combined with living alone, made me feel my life consisted of school, cooking dinner, doing chores, lesson planning for the next day, and being asleep by 10pm, day in and day out. I knew I needed a holiday when the fact I’d done laundry on Sunday, but it was stuck outside in torrential rain for 4 days and I couldn’t bring it inside because I have bamboo floors, pushed me over the edge.

Yet another typhoon was on its way, so we were praying our flight wouldn’t be cancelled. Thankfully it wasn’t, and even during our time there it barely felt like a huge typhoon was in the area. Kouri Island was beautiful, where we discovered a small café amongst the sugar cane fields. Miyagi Island was also another highlight, and I LOVED Makishi Public Market. We stayed in Naha, and the only way I can compare it to somewhere is that it is Japanese Miami. Parts of Chatan, with so many Americans everywhere, honestly made you forget you were in Japan at all.

I’ve been converted to loving vegan foods, something I thought I’d never say. I always overlooked those restaurants in the past, but we practically lived in them during our time in Okinawa. The food there was fabulous on a whole, and I ate at the best Mexican restaurant I’ve ever been to in my life. Go figure that’d be in Japan.

I’m also practically famous now too; after meeting some random Japanese guy, he introduced us to one of his friends who raps. Turns out he’s actually quite good and won some freestyle rap competition that was on Japanese TV, and even has a music video to speak of. Fast forward to him posting a photo on Instagram with me and 700 likes later, I’m now getting followed by all sorts of Japanese rap fans. Let’s just hope they don’t actually think I have any talent, it’s only drunk Caitlin who thinks she could challenge Nicki Minaj if the opportunity ever arose.

I wouldn’t say I’ve been fully rejuvenated after the trip to Okinawa, but it was a welcome break from work for a little while. Don’t get me wrong, I love the kids, but I could feel myself losing enthusiasm by the second. I’ll definitely be heading back to Okinawa at some point, hopefully going to some of the other more secluded islands closer to Taiwan. Now, back to the grind that is prepping for the speech contest my students have in a few weeks. Wish me luck and pray the children don’t develop Scouse accents!

A week of firsts: salon edition.

I’m going to go all girly for once, since I thought it was necessary to describe two firsts that were inevitable since I’m living in Japan now.

Haircut: Last weekend I spontaneously decided to bite the bullet and get my first haircut in Japan. It’s proven to be difficult to find a salon that is able to deal with non-Asian hair, but mine is nothing too difficult. I ventured into a quieter area of downtown Kumamoto and stumbled across the salon, which I’d recommend to anyone.

Although English wasn’t really spoken, I got my point across with pictures and limited Japanese, all helped by the friendliness of the staff there. It was hands down not only the best experience I’ve had, but also the most precise. The poor girl doing my hair was on her tiptoes and kneeling because my hair is so long, but nevertheless, she spent forever going over it to perfect it. I’ve never had anyone use 3 different types of scissors on me, and I have no idea what they did, but my hair feels fabulous! She also did magical things with a curling wand I’d never seen before in my life, and I’m actually contemplating getting a perm over here. I’ll keep you updated if it goes wrong from the mermaid waves I envision and I end up looking like a poodle.

Nail Salon: I’ve wanted Japanese gel nails for the LONGEST time, and for some reason never bothered to get any done when I was in Japan the last time. They’ve got a distinctive look to them, basically very “kawaii”, but I am totally in love.

On my last day in Okinawa (a trip I’ll describe in another post), I decided to have some ‘treat yo’self’ time and get them done. After some major Instagram stalking, I found Litomo Nail Salon and gave them a call. The girl I spoke to was lovely, and once I arrived she told me how she can’t speak English, but is learning from Coldplay songs. The girl is going to sound so poetic I’m actually a little bit jealous. But anyway, we went for a ‘teacher appropriate’ style, and off she went.
I was there for two hours, being treated to a massage both before and after. I was also given a little pot of Earl Grey to enjoy while I was dozing off. My nails even have real flowers on them now, which the girl meticulously picked out from a pot of water, dried and selected each petal individually.

The salon itself was adorable, hidden away on the top floor of a building, with random stuffed polar bears dotted around the place. I’d definitely recommend this place to anyone visiting Naha as it’s easily accessible, Ayame is the sweetest and by how nail salons go, it was pretty damn cheap.

Visit litomo.jindo.com or check out their Instagram: litomo.nail. You can even see the super adorable post Ayame wrote after I left. The translation is hilarious, but you get the jist of it.

Now it’s time for me to find somewhere in Kumamoto to enjoy too, and I have no shame in admitting when I’m not in schools, I will be having themed nails because when in Japan, anything goes. I say that while sitting here at school wearing pink Rilakkuma crocs (that I’m not admitting how comfortable they actually are) and clashing pink Hello Kitty socks with pineapples from Okinawa. They really set off my cankles.

My first month in Japan!

This past month has been equally the slowest and fasted month of my life. Living in Japan is proving to be very different to just visiting, and I’m glad that now the school semester has started, I finally have some sort of routine in my life.

ALT Life:

I am currently teaching in six schools, quite a lot by ALT standards. I spend most of my time at my junior high school (ages 12-15), and split the rest of the time between my five elementary schools (ages 6-12).  They’re all so different in their own ways, and I’ve had my first day at all but one now. The opening ceremony I attended on the first day of the semester was interesting, with a very regimental assembly, and me having to give my dreaded introductory speech to a bunch of elementary students staring at me with wonder. A few of my schools have wanted me to introduce myself over the school radio at lunch times too.

I eat kyuushoku (school lunch) with my students every day, which provides the most hilarious conversation topics; mostly if I have a boyfriend, to which the children freak out when I tell them I have five. Kyuushoku is greatly different to how it is in the UK, as the meals are eaten in the classrooms, and food is served by selected students in that class who don an apron, mask and serve their classmates. Only when everyone has been served and seated, do the children shout “itadakimasu” and begin tucking in.  
 There’s a definite art to kyuushoku which I’m still yet to master. Eating a whole meal in 10 minutes whilst answering constant questions, drinking luke-warm milk, and sitting on a chair that leaves my knees by my chin are proving difficult. However, there’s something rather humbling about how the children are so polite, cleaning the classroom afterwards and always offering to take away my tray no matter how much I insist. 

In every school I’ve been to the staff couldn’t be more welcoming. Even simple gestures like having my personalised name tag on my shoe locker, or gifting me some Hello Kitty souvenirs. The English speaking teachers seem to be very excited at the fact they have a Brit for once, rather than the constant stream of Americans they’ve had in Kumamoto for a while. The non-English speaking teachers try their hardest and are always patient with me, which I’m forever grateful for. Note: if you can speak a little Japanese, no matter how many times you tell them, they will always assume you are fluent so you have to roll with it anyway!

I’ve also had a few principals observe my lessons, with one telling me he was surprised by my age because he thought I had teaching experience. Whether it’s because I don’t mind being a tit in class, or because I have the same mental age as the children and can relate, it’s really encouraging that I might not be the best, but they appreciate I’m trying and seem to be doing an okay job so far.

In terms of students, I will admit I’m starting to get favourites in different classes. Nothing cuter than a 5^th grader who can’t speak a word of English, but god the enthusiasm is there, and who now does the Usain Bolt move with me every time we meet because he told me he wants to be an Olympic sprinter. I’ve also found other girls who like the same K-pop groups as me, which results in a lot of squealing and promises for us to have regular chats about them.

Travelling:

I’ve managed to make it to a few sights here despite the fact I’ve been working since I arrived. On Mountain Day, a public holiday, I visited Suizenji Garden which is beautiful, and saw the miniature Mount Fuji replica they have there as a token gesture for the day. One day after work, I made a fleeting visit to Kurokawa onsen, the most famous hot spring village in the prefecture.
Despite the hell-ish journey, a thunderstorm in the mountains, and thinking we’d be stuck overnight, bathing in the pools watching the storm was such a relaxing experience, and I got to visit not only my first onsen, but my first mixed onsen too. That’s definitely a rite of passage in Japan, you’ll always be a different friendship level with someone once you’ve gotten naked and hopped in an onsen with them. Old ladies have no shame either, most engaged me in conversation butt naked without any attempt to wait until I was dressed.  

I’ve done a few day trips to Fukuoka too, with one seeing Haruka before she goes back to England to study her masters. The struggle of a long-distance best friend relationship is real! I’ve also got trips planned to both Okinawa, the southern island prefecture next week, and back to my favourite city, Seoul, over Halloween. In the meantime, I’ll hopefully get a change to explore Kyushu more on my weekends away from rowdy children.

 Admittedly, I do feel like a zoo animal at times, both in schools and out. I’m always hyper-aware of the whispering that follows me, being told I’m kawaii (cute) every day by 12 year olds, pubescent boys being pubescent boys...  My skin and eyes are the biggest thing to the kids, with some not understanding what freckles are and asking if I’m sick, and poking my eyes because they’ve never seen blue ones before.  One of my favourite past times is knowing someone is talking about me in Japanese, only for me to tell them in Japanese I understand what they’re saying.

Being a gaijin (foreigner) in Kumamoto especially, can be a little difficult at times, as there really aren’t many of us around. However, once in a blue moon I’ll have a little old lady chat to me at the bus stop, and even though I don’t have a clue what they’re saying half the time, they wish me luck and always ask how I’m coping with everything, especially the earthquakes.
Although I’ve gotten used to the almost daily baby-quake we experience here, most are barely noticeable. However, last week was a real wake-up call when Kumamoto had two 4.7 earthquakes within 12 hours. I heard that if it hadn’t been for the magnitude 7 quakes that hit in April, those would have been considered big. It was horrible being alone, not knowing how much longer it would last/if it would get any bigger, and just generally freaking out when things were falling down in my apartment.  I got woken up at 2am this morning by another one, still nowhere near the size of the ones in April, but it still isn’t the most comfortable experience.
Its times like that I wish I had the nonchalant attitude of the Japanese who get on with their lives without a minor heart attack like I do. Despite the impending doom of natural disasters threating Japan on a daily basis, the amount of people who I barely know checking in on me at least makes me feel loved.

So all in all, I may still have no clue what I’m doing, and I’ve spoken about myself more times than I can explain, but I’m loving my new life here and can’t wait to get involved with more things. If nothing else, I’ve taught the children that it’s not pronounced banana, its banaaaarna.

P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way...

You should have been able to see where I was going with that. I'm sure I'll make more Finding Nemo references, because when in Sydney, right?

I made the flight to Sydney, and despite the wonderfully confusing nature of the airport, met Chrissie who I was staying with. She lives up in Hornsby Heights, which is pretty much the last stop on one of the train lines before the actual bush... something Chrissie gave me fair warning about. Don't fall asleep on the train alone. With that in mind, I can understand how easily distracted I could get on the trains, purely for the fact I was fascinated by the fact they were double decker. Simple things entertain simple minds.

The next day Chrissie had a speech to give, so I managed to go to (in the loosest way) my fifth university in a just over a year. First it was Colorado, then Keele and Kyoto, and I just managed to push my way into attending a class in both University of South Australia with Leni, and then Macquarie Uni with Chrissie. Needless to say, film and business lectures are definitely not my thing, but it was pretty cool to the differences and similarities the Australian uni's had to Keele.
Across from Macquarie there's a quirky little milkshake place that I'd seen many a time from Chrissie's instagram, so after going there we headed to Manley Beach for lunch. I will admit, on the ferry I saw a dark shadow and did think it was a great white briefly (obviously Bruce giving the whole "fish are friends, not food speech" to his gang), but it was a dolphin. Although part of me was a little disappointed in wasn't a humpback whale like had been in the harbour a few days earlier.
We reverted back to being little children when we got to Manley, deciding to get fish and chip for lunch and sit at the beach. Great idea until we realised how stealthy the seagulls were, stealing a fair few things off Chrissie's fork, much to her disappointment, Karma definitely played a part too, since after all my laughing at her incompetency, the same thing happened to me. We took a nice leisurely stroll along the beach, attempting to take photos of our names in the sand, but true to form that failed too

SATURDAY WAS ZOO DAY. I went with Chrissie, Katy and Chrissie's friend Emma, and it was safe to say that we were all a little bit more excited than we should have been, especially all over the age of 20. We actually parked in the Sydney Harbour national park so we could walk along the boardwalk on the way to Taronga, and we got some pretty good views of the city from there! It was a shame, because both ways the weather wasn't exactly cooperating in terms of us getting a good photo, but we tried at least, and it turned out super cute. We saw lots of different animals, but the highlight for me was definitely the elusive pygmy hippo.

I was so happy that despite Chrissie having work on Sunday morning, we managed to visit so many places. We started in Darling Harbour, a place that somewhat reminded me of the Albert Dock back home. From there we stumbled upon the Chinese garden of friendship, hidden in the middle of all the hustle and bustle Sydney has to offer. I was honestly surprised I'd never even heard of these places before, but I guess when you have the bridge and Opera House to drag tourists in, you don't really need to mention much else. After a really brief walk around Paddy's market (with Chrissie pulling me away from all the cute backpacks, it was like Asia all over again), we headed to Chinatown. We actually ended up in some Korean restaurant since we both loved the fact the other wasn't fussy with food, and it was pretty good. Not a patch on Seoul, but it was pretty close. The fact we got a pitcher of pomegranate soju and stumbled home almost sealed the deal.

The rest of my days were spend doing the infamous Bondi to Bronte coastal walk, where we took some stereotypical American sorority girl pictures on the beach.Chrissie and I don't really get to embrace that side of us much since we've come home from Colorado, so we decided to go all out and start a global sorority gift exchange with each other, which I'm sure will be great until I have to get crafty. My second to last night was spent at the Opera bar, a small venue located right next to the Opera House and overlooking the harbour. Yet again, our luck with wildlife continued as seagulls were loitering everywhere, but it was super cool to be able to have a few cocktails with Katy and Chrissie, knowing I won't see them for a while, in such an surreal location!
Hands down the best decision I made during my time in Sydney was telling Chrissie to take me to all the local places she goes. I would probably never have discovered half of them, but it gave me such a better perspective on what living in Sydney is like. Needless to say, I could happily see myself living there in the future. Although I may just have to spend Australian summers somewhere I'm less likely to spontaneously combust.

I had a golden gaytime in Radelaide.

It's not what you think. During my time in Melbourne, Chrissie and Leni had insisted I try what you could call a local delicacy, basically a caramel ice cream coated in chocolate and biscuit. I'll have to admit, it was pretty good. It obviously has a huge following too, since that week they introduced it in tub form and it was sold out everywhere I went! I also tried Vegemite which I liked, and was shocked but equally impressed by the amount of chicken schnitzels Will can eat over the course of a day.

I was staying with my family in Adelaide, which was nice considering I missed the majority of their visit to England at Christmas while I was still at CSU. I went a little overboard on cup of tea making, and embraced the home cooked meals involving potatoes with open arms.

Doing a typical touristy thing, I started by going to Gorge Wildlife Park with Will and some of his friends. This was were I got to hold my first koala, who was super cute, along with feeding wallabies, kangaroos and quokka. I'm still plotting ways I can steal all these cute little things and have them as a pet in the flat next year at uni.

We had a busy weekend, with Bec, Will, Terry and I visiting Victor Harbour, Port Elliot and Hahndorf in a whirlwind trip on the Saturday. Although we did sit watching whales and seals from the cliffs for almost an hour. Then on Sunday, we headed to the barossa valley for a quick tour of all the wineries. Guess I'll never be a designated driver either, although I drank the same amount as everyone else, I blew double the reading on the breathalyser. I introduce you to your resident lightweight of the group!

I managed to spend some more time with Leni too, one evening getting treated to a night at some choice pub with cheap drinks, a beer garden and a rather large selection of bogan guys. Although she was the first person to tell me about the Hello Kitty cafe in Adelaide, I didn't get a chance to go with her, but rather bullied Bec and Will into taking me. It was a lot more toned down in comparison to the others I'd been to, but I guess that's just the Asian market for you!

All in all, Adelaide totally wasn't what I imagined it to be like at all! That's not to say I didn't love it, I did, but god is it small! The o-bahn (practically a train track for buses that sounds German) still confuses me...

Despite being pretty sick during my time there, I appreciated finally being in cold weather were I could wrap up and go into hibernation mode. However Australia, I'm definitely not a fan of how bright it always is, especially early in the mornings.

6 airports in 5 days

Yes you read that right. As you can see, I had a mildly crazy week after the exchange programme finished! I made a pretty spontaneous decision to go back to Seoul for a few days, because hey, why not.

I'm so glad I got to go back to Seoul again, because it really is a wonderful city. I spent time with one of my friends and although I was only there a few days, if that, I managed to explore more places. I even got to go to Lotte World, a famous indoor/outdoor amusement park that is huge. I saw some interesting sights there, namely girls wearing plush toy tails, and couples walking matching animal ears. Not to mention, I made sure to get my fill of banana milk and Korean BBQ while I was there.

After leaving Korea and making a brief stop in Tokyo to see Haruka one last time, I headed to Australia!

I only had one day in Adelaide with Eleni until we flew to meet Chrissie in Melbourne for a girly weekend. It was sooooo good to have a reunion again, almost 8 months later, and it honestly felt like we hadn't spent any time apart. True to fashion, Chrissie had wine awaiting us upon our arrival at the hotel.

Melbourne is a such a cool city to walk around, and it kind of reminded me of a larger Lark Lane back home. Saturday was spent walking along the Yarra river and heading to Chinatown for dumplings. That night we had our official reunion in a place called the Croft Institute, a medical themed bar that gives you a syringe with your drinks. Even the girls bathroom had a hospital bed in, but that was the point in which the place got borderline creepy.

Although the weather wasn't the best, on Sunday we headed to St Kilda beach to see the markets. Officially my first Australian beach experience (well, that I remember)! It got pretty awful and stormy in the afternoon, so we packed up and headed home, not before getting a super yummy Thai curry to ease our still present hangovers. 

All in all, it was a super fun weekend in Melbourne, but also bittersweet since it will be the last time all three of us are together for a long while. Next year when Chrissie and Leni both come to England can't come quick enough!

Living & breathing Japanese (literally, I was on a homestay).

I am extremely grateful to have been involved in a homestay during my time in Kyoto, which took place during my third week of the exchange. My family consisted of my host parents, and two daughters, Miki and Asuka. They also had a pet ferret called Ponta, but don't even get me started on my hatred for that thing. I'm not a fan of being targeted, constantly bitten on the ankles, and even having it break into my room and get INSIDE my pillow case.

It was obviously meant to be, as there were numerous Hello Kitty things in the house, and my room (a small guest room downstairs with a futon) came complete with Hello Kitty curtains. 

I'll always remember how the first thing my family asked me was if I got car sick, and with good reason too, I think my host father fancied himself as a bit of a boy racer down the small Kyoto side streets. My family were super cute, as they struggled with pronouncing my name, like most Japanese people do. Instead, I acquired the nickname of "keito". This was my favourite thing because whenever my host mother would run a bath, she'd shout that to get my attention from upstairs.
Somehow, through a lack of me paying proper attention, I even ended up cooking lasagne for the family one evening because they wanted to experience both my cooking, and some western food. Afterwards, Miki was feeling super sleepy so I taught her the phrase "food coma", which she absolutely loved!

Asuka was studying English for her university entrance exams, so we really helped each other develop ways to remember certain things in our other languages. She would always get confused over her left and right, so I taught her the simple trick of looking at her hands to find the “L”. It was so adorable to see how happy she was after I'd taught her such a simple thing, and needless to say, I trusted her directions a lot more from that point on.
Most evenings after dinner seemed to be the time when my host family would socialise. It often ended up with me telling them about random things they wanted to know about England. One evening, I even spent almost two hours trying to teach my host mother how to say "the earth is round" without making her r's sound like w's. It ended up with me making her practically growl to get the noise out, much to Miki and Asuka's amusement. 
Another evening, there was a discussion about my dislike of heated Japanese toilet seats, which they couldn't understand my logic of it feeling like someone has just been sat on it before you. Also note to self, never, ever try to explain the concept of a Yorkshire pudding to anyone in Japanese, it's not going to go well!

My confidence in speaking Japanese has come on leaps and bounds, proven by the fact we had to give a speech about our experiences to fellow classmates at the end of the exchange. On the first day, I was put off by just introducing myself in the language to people I knew had a greater ability, but by the end I was much more confident in my own ability. I know this is definitely down to being involved in a homestay, and even though sometimes I had no clue what my host parents were saying to me, I managed to find ways around this and be able to wing it.

In Kyoto we saw so many people dressed in kimonos and yukata, and one evening we even got a chance to wear yukata ourselves at a festival on campus. There was also a Hawaiian themed DJ night going on, which I can only describe as if the SU was more tame, had a cream carpet and closed at 8:30. What a random experience that was!
Aside from my time with my host family, I made a trip to Osaka to try the famous okonomiyaki and visit Dontonboori, where I took an obligatory photo with the iconic Glico sign. KUFS also organised us to experience a calligraphy session and a tea ceremony, which was a great insight into traditional Japanese life.
Our final day involved a ceremony and leaving party, which consisted of a lot of picture taking, goodbyes and also a nice little certificate saying I'd successfully completed the programme. We ended our final night by visiting Osaka for a firework display along the river during the Tenjin Matsuri.

I don’t think I’ve taken as many photographs as I have during these past three weeks, and yes, I have been that tourist taking pictures of trees. You could live in Kyoto all of your life and still have only just scratched the surface, and I really hope I get the opportunity to go back some day!