It’s been a while, ten years or so, but there’s a honeymoon in Kyushu coming up so it’s back to the Japanese textbooks cos if I don’t know how to say, “which way to the island volcano?” then we’re fucked.
If we were heading to Tokyo or Osaka it wouldn’t be a problem, but we’re going to isolated places and I’ve been to Sado Island before so I know what’s coming. I know they only speak Japanese, formal Japanese too, the words with no end.
Last time on Sado, Aya was there so I didn’t have to say much. In fact, she specifically told me not to speak as my Japanese was bad.
It’s true, I had problems putting equal stress on the whole word.
E.g. I would say To-MO-mi, instead of To-mo-mi.
It’s quite hard to get the hang of cos English speakers are used to putting stress somewhere.
This time I will be better. I’m sure of it.
Oh Aya, whatever happened to her?
She was a bit pretentious, but so was I so we got on okay.
I remember we shared a futon in the Sado Island ryokan and I woke up in the night and she was staring at me.
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