- Saturday was my first time "teaching" an English conversations class at a Hiroshima community center attended by retired Japanese ojiisan and obaasan.
- Usually, the class is taught by P., one of the students living at the i-house, but since he´s finishing his master thesis, he doesn´t have a lot of time and I might be going to the class from time to time instead of him.
- In order to get to the community center, one has to take a train and a bus. P. took me there on Monday so that I would find it easily later and also drew me a map (!) so getting
there wasn´t a problem.
- Only three "students" came and the old lady and man were really really nice. The third (74 year old) man was probably also nice but didn´t really make an effort to speak in English and just said very random things in Hiroshima dialect to me. The couple sometimes tried to save me but often even they didn´t understand. It was fun.
- On the way back I realized I don´t know what train I need. I only knew my station but not the direction of the train. Japanese conversation #1 at the train station was succesful and I got direction to the right platform.
- The train arrived 5 minutes earlier and as soon as I got in and the door closed, I realized P. told me some of the trains skip Yokogawa station where I need to get out. I thought this might be the wrong train since it even arrived on a different time.
- When the train stopped, I ran to the end of the train to ask the conductor if it stops in Yokogawa. Japanese trains are always on time and I was terrified to cause an international scandal by making the train late. I lost my shoe on the way and just yelled my question at the confused man. Japanese "conversation" #2 was succesful. "Yes yes, it stops in Yokogawa. Go get your shoe."
- In Japan, you buy your ticket at the train station, then you use it to get to the platforms and then you need it once again to get away from the train station. You must not lose the ticket.
- I lost the ticket.
- Happy that I am on the train, I wanted to take a picture but I forgot I put the ticket in my cell phone case and so it fell out. Once I got of the train, I immediately realized my ticket must be somewhere on the train but it was too late.
- I was quite exhausted by this time but I knew if I don´t explain this to the train station staff I will just have to stay there for ever. Japanese conversation #3 was succesful and even quite long! I explained everything and in the end I didn´t even have to pay any fine. Japan <3