He returns.

And he's got INTRSTING STUFFS.

Yes, STUFFS that's relevant to your INTRSTS. (And yes, I missspell on purpose. Period.)

Guys, this is totally me. Except I was behind and she was infront.. err.. I mean, she was riding... uhhh.... THIS IS NOT THE INNUENDO YOU ARE LOOKING FOR!

Yeah, I was totally an anime character yesterday. Yesterday as of Wednesday 17th of September, i.e. yesterday being Tuesday. Wakatta?

I'm not really sure where to start, but here's another picture.
Left, Ryo-kun (Or is it Lyo? Same sound.), right, Sakura-chan. I didn't call her that, though, since she preferred to speak English.

I'm going to do "Weeks-in-review" from now on, as writing EACH AND EVERY DAY IS FREAKIN' TIRING. I hate schedules.

Meh, it's a diary nonetheless, but I really cba.

I probably won't get to the Kyoto week by the time I write this, it's already 23, but this was probably my nicest experience in Japan so far, so I'd like to start with this.

We've been in Kyoto for the longest period of time we've been at the same place... Sake is hindering my grammar a bit, but you get my point.

Reason for that is, we, despite a crappy hostel, extended the stay with like.. 3 days? We met a lot of nice people at the last day(s), so we decided to stay a bit longer. Yeah.

It started with my dad telling me about a girl and her mother who'd pulled his shirt when he was at the Golden Pavillion, and she wanted to practice her English, since she was going to be an exchange student in Canada, much like I'm doing. He told me they'd talked and he'd told them about me, so they had invited us over for tea at their house at 8 pm.

I don't feel like ranting right now since I'm listening to some soothing music, but my dad messed up somewhere and we were 30 minutes late.

So instead, they called us and told us to meet them at a JR station with the taxi. The yearly harvest moon was up, so we were going otsukimi (Moon viewing) at a pond in the outskirts of northern Kyoto.

I was in a kind of bad mood when I left the hostel due to various circumstances, but this cute young Japanese girl on 16 who can _actually speak English_, and well, brightened my evening a bit more.

Although it was pitch-black at the pond, we talked and had a nice time. I have a picture of the moon and the pond but it's.. yeah, see for yourself.

It was really, really nice to finally speak to someone my own age, and Japanese, too.

The day after the next day, I met up with her again at the Golden Pavillion, and she took me to her school. Since she was going to Canada, she didn't go to her school anymore, but she's technically a 2nd year High Schooler.

It was big. Like, de-KKAI big. 4x Klostermarken back in Denmark, no wonder they had space for 1000-2000 students.

We went to the room where the music club was after school, and she introduced me to the school band. During the first weeks of Japan, I thought the generation of High Schoolers I was going to meet at my age would be the 185cm tall guys I saw on the street. But these guys were max my mom's height. I finally felt like the hawt, tall, awesome ryugakusei I was supposed to be, or going to be.

All of the students of the school were _really_ friendly, or shy. I tried to look those who exited the classrooms in the eyes when they went towards the stairs, past me, but they either had fixated their sight at the end of the hall or at my feet. Only those who stopped to greet Sakura would say hi to me. Am I really that scary? Chikushou.

Ah, here they are. The tall, new generation of Japanese guys. 3 of them. What. 3? That's.. it? But there're 40 students in this class.. holy smokes! This is like Negima! DO WANT!

Sakura approached them and introduced me to them, I don't remember the other two, but they didn't want to try and converse (In English) too much. Ryo-kun was there, and he went along with us for the rest of the time.

We had some aburi-mochi (Grilled mochi which is dipped in soy sauce, really tasty), but it was hella expensive, 500 yen a plate. But, as the rich ryukagusei I am, I paid.

We headed back towards the school as Sakura had to get her bike, and sayonara'd Ryo-kun. I'll probably never see him again. Unless! I end up in Kyoto. Hoo, that'd be win. tbh.

We were quite a bit from her house, so she told me to get on the back of her bike. Okay, can't hurt.. WRONG, can't kill.. WRONG, hey, I get a nice experience out of it? Pin-pan.

It was.. weird. I felt truly like a character from an anime. Sitting on the back of a bike, cute Japanese girl in front, riding next to the train tracks, beautiful red evening sky, the occasional car passing by..

It was so surreal, just sitting there, being lost in the moment, not noticing the loss of blood in my right leg. I'd always *hoped* Japan would be like what's portrayed in anime as the otaku I am, but ofcourse, as a normal human being born with logical sense, I waved that off. I think only one word could describe that moment - しあわせ。

But, the inspiration for anime has to come from somewhere. So this shit really happens sometimes guys! Holy crud! And I was in it! I can totally see myself being designed right now by CLAMP as Fudouche Pamperhuge from Code DESU: Fudouche of the Congestion. Oh hells yes. wait, wat.

At her home, they served me dinner, and we played different pieces of music for each other, me on the piano, and her on the flute. Haha, been a few months since I played the AIR intro song to the end, but it's still in my hands.

I really hope I can meet her and Ryo-kun again in the future, or at least someone like them. They are exactly the reason I want to see more of Japan's high school life.

Anyhow, I've heard rumours that I have been missed, so I shall grace you once again with my divine prescence, but for now, do with this, please. It's late, and I have to get up early (Again) tomorrow.

Fu-kun

P.S.: Yeah, I didn't publish this post the same time as I wrote it. The Shinkansen trip cut me off from the Internet for a while.