For those of you that don’t know, Yasu was my upstairs neighbour when I lived in rural Japan. However, we never actually spoke to each other – I didn’t know she existed, and she was too shy to approach me – you know, scary foreigner alert. The day Yasu moved out of our tiny apartment complex, she left a letter on my doorstep:
Ms Anisa I am Yasuko from upstairs. I wanted to always talk with you. But I will move on April 30 to next village. The new address is Nishiawakura village. If you don’t mind, could you hang out with me sometime? I am really bad at English, but I hope we could be good friends.
And the rest is history. During my last six months in Japan, Yasu and I became inseparable. And when I eventually moved to the city, she came to visit me. Recently, Yasu spent 10 days in New Zealand. Here are the highlights:
Here I am stealing S’s car for our upcoming roadies.
Castle Hill desu.
Yasu hugely appreciated NZ cheese!
This scenery reminded us a little of our old home in Higashiawakura (see below).
Another day, another picnic, Hanmer Springs Desu.
Yasu 2.0 coming soon…
Fish and chips are NZ fast food. Australians poke fun at New Zealanders for supposedly pronouncing it as “fush and chups” and we do the opposite, saying Australians say “feesh and cheeps” which, they do. In my opinion, and apparently the opinion of others (according to their sign) Akaroa does the best fish and chips in the world. Oh how I wish you could have tasted it too. We had fresh battered Hoki. And the ice-cream (my favourite of all time) is Black Doris plum and creme fraiche by Kapiti, NZ’s best dairy people.