It's amazing how life likes to hit you upside the head when you're a laughing and a joking. There were were, deserted by the junior Mrs. Summons and the dog ,and slowly becoming used to it. We had planned an evening out in the fleshpots of Shimoda - in truth a couple of beers at the Soul Bar followed by a nice fish dinner at a really good restaurant we knew; great stuff.!
So we had the beer in the bar, and the owner and I ignored each other after the unpleasant little incident the other evening about opening hours. Honor was satisfied on all fronts. So there we were walking to our second goal and turning the corner, horror of horrors - it was closed. I can hear you saying "no big deal, just go to another." But you see, without the aforementioned Mrs. S. we were lacking in one small talent, the language. Michael can order beer, and get himself home in a taxi, which I think speaks highly of his language skills after living in Japan for 10 years. I can say: Can I have another beer, please. And Evan can say: I'm sorry Master - he watches far too much Japanese anime on TV.
But none of us can order food in a restaurant which lacks an English translation, or even has those nifty little plastic models of food outside the establishment. And Shimoda has no one who talks our stuff. So there we were, stymied. So we settled for a supermarket with air conditioning that would shrink your eyeballs, and splurged on sashimi, sushi, and some ice cream for the boy. We ate this with relish back on board Milestone and it was a pretty good evening after all.
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