Ju san ban - don't complain about the events at the temple, when you're guilty of the same at the supermarket.

Well its been one year, one month and four days and I still hate karaoke (although recently I have found myself strangely enjoying it - the more you drink the better you become it seems).

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My last update found me in another country, enjoying the festive season and I thought the story was good enough to last me for at least 12 months........ but once 2 months had passed I knew it had gone over its best before date and now 4 months down the track I realise - the longer I leave THIS update, the more effort I will have to put in later.

I have successfully completed a year of teaching and I am very sad to see the children move on...... We finished with a graduation ceremony where the older kids donned graduate caps and gave a farewell speech... Not much to say here really about it all except it was good/bad day. Good that the kids had achieved something and bad that it rained.

Well with that being one of the more recent events that I feel I should mention, I shall now return to events that happened earlier this year.

The first was a supermarket incident that I need to get off my chest (there is always a supermarket moment). It was the fruit and vegetable department late on a midweek night. They had started to clean up and there was a trolley full of asparagus sitting in the middle of the isle. I needed to get asparagus I thought, and so grabbed a bag to fill. The supermarket assistant immediately came over barking orders at me while pointing to the shelf behind me. I knew she was saying "don't take those, there are some fresh ones behind you" but instead all I heard was "ooga booga ooga booga booga" with which I smiled and cheerfully responded with "konichiwaaaaaa"...... it was at this moment that she stopped and looked at me like I had two heads and backed away slowly, like it had just become apparent to her that I had contracted airborne rabies. I kinda don't blame her, to be working away, and see an opportunity to point a customer in the right direction, only to be met with an overly enthusiastic "HELLO" would probably weird me out also. My only explanation is that I just had a brain melt down and in my fluster I responded with a knee jerk response, now I shop with headphones on and music blaring.

Last month I turned 30. As much as you expect things to change overnight and a sense of maturity to come over you........... it doesn't. That person passing the mirror still occasionally pulls stupid faces at me and makes me laugh. The way I see it is that he is just a little older looking.

So anyway as I was saying I turned 30 and celebrated the event with a small group that bought me a computer, covered me in cake, feasted on 'Yaki Niku" (beef barbeque) and screamed ourselves stupid at karaoke..... well I did anyway, and gee did I sound good! It was just like someone had put the CD player on...... another beer please!

Recently I have been gallivanting around taking photos of anything and everything. Ever since I grabbed my cousins camera a couple of years ago and pointed and clicked, the feeling just captured my attention and so I went out and bought a Nikon something something. I wanted to immortalise spring here, as it seems so short lived, and just the idea of entertaining the tune "turning Japanese" comes to mind.

I have missed plenty out and am going to hate myself for these lost memories at a later date........ but the fact that I have remembered not to record them here should help me recall them later on....... yeah Kane good work - thats definitely how all brains remember stuff you egg.

I will finish with a quick moment that happened to me as recently as two days ago. I went down the local temple (like the local dairy in NZ - there is at least one on most corners near your house here it seems, but they have less going on and they appear a little more well maintained than the dairy's back home) to photograph the blossoms that have started appearing. There was another school floating about that seemed somewhat interested in my presence but happily ignored me also it seemed. I snapped away merrily and became almost oblivious to their presence. As I sat down on a low concrete verge (just to the bottom right of the photo) a teacher from the other school approached me. He asked me where I was from and and what I did for work amongst other things.......

I responded with im a teacher from NZ and I didn't understand his Japanese sorry, to which he called the school over to introduce themselves in English which was quite daunting. Im sitting lower than the 20 seven year olds all surrounding me screaming "hello im ..... " while a Japanese teacher is instructing them on how to introduce themselves in English properly and I am having to respond to each one with Hello so and so, while the teachers gasp in amazement as I respond to each child with his/her correct name that they had just told me.... it was weird/wrong/horrible event and not how I had wanted to spend my day off. Im not going back to that temple in a rush.

Till next time - stay cool till after school.

Hung, drawn and Qatarised.... I digress.

The problem im currently facing stems from the idea of, how do I make this blog sound less like a literary slide show about my holiday to Qatar in Doha and more like an entertaining report on the living life of a kiwi lad outside of NZ....

Doha has a flag which is half maroon and half white separated by a jagged edge of 9 serrations whereby each serration represents one of the states of the United Emirates leading up to to the aforementioned 9th state being Doha...... the white colour is representative of the peace this country abides by and the maroon represents the blood that was shed prior to achieving the peace......... stop stop STOP - Kane its not a general knowledge lecture, try again.

So we landed in Qatar (which felt like a perpendicular landing to the runway) and we exited the plane to a winter that was nothing like the winter we had left in Japan. I quickly realised upon arrival that a "scarf" was a non essential item.

I could rave on and on about my experiences in Doha, but for most of you I fear a loss of interest so I will just outline some of the highlights.

Firstly we will cover driving - so I thought Japan was bad ha ha ha - not even close. Everyone in Qatar seems to think they are a formula one driver, and arriving at there destination with the fastest speed possible will win them the Qatari/Le Mans championship title. Now at all costs is their individual race going to be won, and no man shall stand in the way while negotiating this quickest possible route............ Taxi courtesy in regards to a comfortable safe ride is non existent here.

My driving is average at best but you're safer in a car with me touring France than you are riding as a passenger with a local in Qatar. So we shall leave the driving at that.

I went to the local museum of Islamic art with my father...... the museum was full of old stuff (dont know what else I was expecting) but the nice new looking exterior tickled my fancy... it was good to just wander around with my father for a while and talk about how big the place appeared and how old the stuff inside it was. Sadly my art history appreciation failed me this day and I was more inspired by the buildings exterior and lavish entry way decked with palm trees and a mesmerizing water feature that ran from basically the front door, a good hop skip and a jump down the stairs away from the building.

My cousins (Haydn and Oliver) along with partners (Mariko and Jess) and I joined one day for a night in the desert. Prior to our evening in the huge sand safari that was surrounding us we had the pleasure of some off road shenanigans.

Now for a moment think like a young 16 year old kiwi lad with a new drivers licence, he has the keys to his parents four wheel drive along with a property that is backed onto the local beach filled with sand dunes, his mates want to be wowed by his "mad driving skills" and if he damages anything its ok because his rich grandfather will always bail him out. These guys seem to have made a business out of this concept and have started taking people on their tours. It was a well worthwhile little moment of madness.

After we had experienced the desert at 140 kilometers an hour, traveled swiftly behind a fishtailing SUV followed by a brief stop that had one member of the accompanying group throw up due to the motion sickness.

We arrived at camp and enjoyed a bacon free BBQ while puffing on the local shisha pipe. We settled into our air conditioned tents (air con was not needed at this time of the year luckily, but I just wanted to mention its availability, as the

air con decked out tent impressed me) and we slept well in the knowledge that we had endured a day of high speed car recklessness in the desert and we were now just left in the middle of nowhere. The next day we were picked up and driven back into town and I must say the whole experience has me smiling even now which is weeks later - hats off to these lads with what seems like a simple plan to them, but a great moment in time for me.

In my opinion food is a big draw card when visiting somewhere new, and the dates in Qatar were fantastic! A flavor that oozed freshness and a size that dwarfed the standard bagged up weirdness we get back home.

Oh yeah and while on the topic of food the baby camel I ate smelt like it had been shoveled off the road out the back of the restaurant we were dining at one night....... however it was super tender and once you got past the aroma it actually tasted a fair bit like very well done but gamey lamb.

Next topic, Hair cuts and beard upkeep. This was a part of my trip I strangely fell in love with - I don't know if it was the neck cracking massages, the adrenalin rush I got from someone holding a blade so close to my throat or the price tag of $15 for a shave and a haircut compared to the $80 I had to pay last time I was back in NZ! My little obsession (more so with the shaving and general bearded upkeep) found me in the barbers at least once every 2-3 days and I was quickly becoming rather attached to the ever so well trimmed facial hair that I had sworn to shave off on the first day of the new year. These barbers I miss tremendously.... however with more thought I think I just liked someone else having to take care of my shaving routine that didn't involve me doing anything more than just sitting there.

Moving along and onto wrap up mode, one of my final days had me travel to the north of Doha to see some old town ruins. Walking through this place I couldnt help but wonder who had been here so many years before me but the bag of rubbish sitting next to me suggested the garbage man had dumped his load off recently. The concept of "long term" and "environmental damage" like myself seemed foreign to this place. Out from under the bag a beetle ran chasing what seemed to be my shadow. He was a grunty little sucker that soon realised my shadow was moving and that he was safer under the bag from which he had come. I managed to get a shot of the guy before he departed and he reminded me of those beetles off the film "The Mummy". As happy as I had been playing dodge the giant unknown, possibly yet unlikely, harmful creature, I turned and left him at peace in his ruins.

Its at this point that I shall stop myself for now (we havent even touched on health and safety (or the lack of it) for which you can see in this last photo, with the construction worker nicely modeling a non existent hard hat and safety cable, perched perilously on top of some random building).

It was a good Christmas and New year with my mother, father, auntie, uncle, cousins and partners - I enjoyed meeting some of the local residence (like the millions of madly breeding cats that just roamed the street until (and im assuming) were being stewed up and labeled as baby camel for some flash restaurant in town) and teachers at my parents school.... the holiday ended though and I returned to a rather chilled Japan and an internet free household because someone hadn't paid their unreadable internet bill......... yeah I should sort this language thing out ha ha.

With that said and done - Qatar, it gets a thumbs up from me.

Ju Nee ban - childhood memories are not for destroying.

So I didn't post a blog last month....... I broke the rules apparently and I apologise....... are we cool now?

So over the last couple of months on this over populated yet lonely island, I have still managed to engage in a couple of activities that not only give a sense of nostalgia but also enrage, and I have come across oddities for which are referred to as "entertainment" here.

Today we begin with the re-discovery of PEZ! I remember it being different...... really to be honest I remember it being fun. This time - it wasn't. I know, I know....... we should leave the kids stuff to the kids - but it was PEZ! As a child, I spent a few years of my "life discovery" living in the fast paced, high intensity rural township of Dannevirke. I remember there was a small grocery behind Dannevirke high school that used to sell PEZ. A friend and I used to buy them and then go and play down the back of his house in the river and trees while eating the "make believe" pellets of energy from our "make believe" energy dispensers which just so happened to be the PEZ unit itself. 20 something years later, those good times PEZ memories are just that - "memories". I was in my local supermarket the other day and spied this PEZ unit - for those of you who are completely unfamiliar with PEZ (are you amish?) it was the small toy pictured that you loaded with candy, and when you pulled the head back, it would dispense a single unit of one of the loaded candies. Wow, to begin with I don't recall the loading process taking a good half an hour! Obviously my fingers are not as small as they used to be. Holding the unit open with one hand while trying to drop a candy in, without the candy falling on its side, with the other hand was a harder process than I remember......

anyway after a good half an hour of sitting on my couch getting awfully frustrated with incorrectly loaded PEZ candies I finally finished! Only to eat them all less than 5 mins later....... PEZ tastes great..... even better out of the dispenser but not great enough to entice me to load it 3 more times, I thought this as I sat there eating the candy straight from the packet giving the dog faced PEZ unit a horrible stare........

geez I was just plain straight pezzed off!

I turned the TV on a couple of weeks ago. It doesn't get used that often - due to my inability to understand much of whats been said, and the last time I turned it on it wasn't just the language I had trouble comprehending! It was an afternoon show with a very attractive Japanese girl sitting on a stool answering questions, and as far as I could tell, regardless of a correct or incorrect answer, she would get smacked in the head by another Japanese bloke with a giant air filled plastic hammer. It was mesmerizing to watch and just odd. It seemed like a dating show whereby the contestants were competing for a moment of humiliation by an unknown old man....... I'd talk about it further....... if I had understood it - but I didn't.

Well at this point I am going to finish but leave you with a final discovery. While in the supermarket the other day I came across a box of crisps that reminded me of a youtube video made in tribute to an accent of the country I love so dearly.

Sometimes I feel beached as guys!

Ju ichi ban - dedicated to the delivery man with the same name as in the post jew ban.

Ok so my updates are coming through fewer and further between now... but im by no means adjusted to living here, and i should make more of an effort to record these moments.

This time round i have the karate kids sensei guarding the recycling, health check ups and the Okayama Zoo to report

on.

Now recycling here is really huge - it should be known that Japan has a huge emphasis on recycling. Yes they do make a ridiculous amount of unnecessary garbage (for example individually wrapping each apple in plastic) but they do have a recycling system here that most people try to follow. So i have a recycling day assigned to my building and on this day (every second Sunday i think it is) you have a drop point where you take your glass/plastic and boxes etc to be sorted and recycled. Now i have been heading down normally rather late in the evening when the person assigned to look after the station has gone home, but the last time i went he was still there...... He was a short yet intimidating looking fellow who looked like Mr Miyagi out of the film karate kid. I waltz on up and being unable to read a single recycling box label attempted to apologise and ask where my bottles went - it was at this point that im sure i got told i was stupid and that i couldn't bring my bottles down today (im thinking its once a month now for bottles). I asked if i could leave them with him and he said "no" then i asked if i could go and he said "no" while all this time mumbling rather grumpy tones. So im stuck with an obviously annoyed old guy who looks like a karate master ready to explode with his ninja skills, bumbling about throwing my bottles around and giving me nasty looks an

d then every time i try to leave he arcs up. So to cut the story short i stood there for a good 15 minutes while i got a Japanese bollocking for something im a little unsure of but i know to do my recycling in the evenings and throw my bottles wherever i want from now on!

Last week work required us to get down the hospital for a check up - they take your blood and urine and check you weight and height as well as do chest x-rays etc etc... this was all good but i wish they had given me a set of slip on shoes that actually fit instead of a pair that my foot only half fit into and in turn made me shuffle like an old man around the ward..... one size fits all - if you're the one size that everyone else is! Now it was a very surreal event to go to one of these hospitals for a checkup - it was almost like the fast food version of health care where the number of customers that passed through were just as important as the checks they were doing. You went from station to station with the end goal being that you have a chat about your checks with your doc. I got to the end and im pretty certain my doctor barely looked me in the eye more than once and she didn't speak a word to me, she motioned for me to open my mouth and her assistant held my head like i was about to get ECT therapy, while she looked do

wn my throat, it wasn't like i was going to run anywhere? Anyway im wondering if my next visit will be more enlightening.

Last week i visited the local zoo with the children from our school. I felt a little bad for the animals but the kids seemed to love it. The zoo is basically the Ikeda family's backyard that they opened to the public. Its rich folk showing off exotic animals but the fact that it was family owned explained why one of the enclosures had dogs on display. The turtles covered in algae and lions that slept the day away looked rather nonchalant about their confinements which did nothing to give any sense of a natural habitat, and the wallabies in their cages looked like the emo kids of the animal kingdom! I did take some time out to have a little chat with a cow while i was there - i informed him as he licked my hand with his dirt ridden tongue that in my previous job we may have met under different circumstances.......... it was at this reflective and nostalgic point that i felt bad and had to buy him some food out of the vending machine........... i get the feeling that if he isn't fed by suckers from the public then he isn't fed at all cause he chowed my biscuits down so fast i almost lost a finger!

Oh yeah and i think i got swine flu... Last night i was talking to my imaginary friend thinking if i don't wake up in the morning maybe i should have cleaned up a little more. Now im sporting a choice as face mask!

Jew ban - No this title has no anti semitic relationships, its just a number!

Let me re-introduce myself it been soo long - Hajimemashite Kane desu....

I apologise for my inability to update this more regularily - but I must admit I suffer from a terrible disease that has rendered me incapable over the last month from attending to this blog like I should be - its called lazyness.

This time i begin by asking myself - Over the last month what has inspired me so much that i feel the need to write about this time? Oh damn it, I've drawn a blank......... again! Hmmmm if I just start typing things should happen.

Well to pick up from where i left you last i know some of you are wondering how things are going with the new female friend..... sadly it has all come to an end - short lived but enjoyable, she really was a lovely girl. I think the inability to convey simple ideas to one another may have worked against us a little - but in another life when we are both born again as praying mantis I'm sure we will understand one another much more effectively! I must say, her confusion with the word home and homo did make me laugh - you can imagine the side ways l

ooks when the night draws to an end and she announces to you that its time to leave? - "Lets go homo!"

Now shopping here - it never ceases to amaze me! I went down the other day to buy washing powder and normally i think most people who don't know what they are buying here kinda find an item that they know works and stick with it..... but when your item to buy is out of stock your world falls apart! You're walking the shop isles like a lost pup unwittingly purchasing floor cleaner to wash your clothes with......... life can only get easier if you mi

ss the washing machine while pouring it in!

While on the topic of shops and food i have to quickly mention marketing here - I'm not really even a fan of chocolate (where is this going you might ask?) but i found myself buying a

block of it just the other day based on its marketing - how can you walk past something and not become curious when its name is "LOOK"?

Ok enough about the food aye? So I gave the Karaoke buzz another go - i thought when in "Rome do as the Romans do" - nup...... its just not on. I gave it a solid effort while i was there (obviously few beers under the influence) but......... an awesome sound system pushed into a room just big enough for a dining table while blaring out the sound of your own voice screaming a god awful rendition of some queen song you barely know doesn't tickle my fancy that much - i must admit watching the other characters i was with bang out their songs while screaming almost inaudible conversations to one another was pretty fun though..... however, a converted Karaoke fan i don't think your going to see happen with this kiwi!

Now I had a TV delivered from a very generous mate in Tokyo (cheers Russ bro!) - but I'm buggered if i have used it much...... i don't know why i thought at least one channel was going to be English spoken???? I think it was at this point it dawned on me that life is well and truly immersed in Japanese right now! The guy who dropped it off was called Jew ichi - this is eleven in English..... I found this kind of amusing - what were his parents thinking? Maybe he has 10 brothers or sisters i thought and his parents became sick of coming up with new names by the time he arrived? This was just a little moment i had that i thought i would share with you as i didn't think it was appropriate to bring up with him. !

Oh and a shout out to the work security - I have Internet at home now so no more late nights at work for me, having to deal with you calling up and wanting me to answer half a dozen questions in Japanese while my brother listens to, and laughs at me, on skype, at my most awesome Japanese skills. A little achievement im happy to have sorted out now only 6 months into my stay!

You maybe reading this in the morning but its night for me so Oyasumi!

Kyu ban - a dinner of sorts, a no pants party and theres something in my canal!

Ok so i last left you with my introduction to a Japanese girl on a camping trip..... after the camp, with the help of a book (that was ever so kindly given to me by a very good friend before i left), I was able to ask her out for a meal and thus I took her out for dinner, the story of this evening is where we shall begin this continuation of the chronicles of Kane.

To avoiding boring you with grandiose descriptions of how i felt before we went out i will just say that 15 mins before we were supposed to meet i had butterflies that were flying so high i felt like my stomach was in my neck. It wasn't the nerves of boy meets girl but the nerves of boy cant speak English with girl........... OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?!? A friend from work has given me an electronic translation dictionary for the evening - in my hands i hold my life line to not dying an ever so slow and painful death........ i look up the word "nervous" as i sit and wait - Fuan desu.

She arrives and we go and eat - im not going to go into the events of the evening in depth but one moment that stands out for me was the inability to decipher the (what seemed like) completely irregular brush strokes on the menu - oh geez I cant order anything on here! Another critical factor i have failed to consider, I let her take the reigns with ordering and agree with everything she decides to get - berru - i know that one! HAI! The meal and conversation was not as tough as you may imagine it to be - we both struggled at times, but with a little persistence our point was made (or so we thought - for the record there is nothing tasty about eating a filter - let alone the one called a liver!). The evening went well and even though there was a combination of poor Japanese and equally poor English we came out the other end smiling happily - its funny how some people who speak perfect English can annoy you just being in their presence yet someone who barely speaks English can have you in fits of laughter and enjoying their company....... ohh to understand what is really happening in our heads when we meet someone new.

Now the other point i have to quickly make here is that Japanese girls do seem to be very subservient - she came over the other day and I took a shower...... thinking she would most likely entertain herself in my house full of excitement (it is admittedly an empty house), I came out to find all my washing had been ironed, my lounge had been tidied and my dishes were at that moment being washed............ it was just weird, but nice weird.

So last week I went to a pool party - there was a pool and a party and a couple of naked dudes - i dont want to talk about it ever again. The food was great - bbqs made from empty barrels cut in half and put on poles covered with chicken wire is an untapped market here........ or so i believe, and its what i think that makes the most sense (to me anyway).

I should also mention Japans mind boggling maze of canals... you wouldn't think it, but this place has so many you would be mistaken for living somewhere in Europe below sea level, if only the number of people with almond shaped eyes didnt give it away.... outside my house i was doing a sideways shimmy to the supermarket and noticed the level of water in the canal had dropped dramatically, I peered in and was surprised to see not one or two fish but tens of fish surrounding and undoubtedly annoying a much larger fish (it was at least the length of my fore arm)! I continued to stroll a little further, and thinking i had seen a one off, I was rather chuffed at myself for spotting this, however I looked in again to see another two massive fish......... so this is where all that bloody sushi is coming from i thought - to the supermarket to by a hook, line and sinker!

Oh yeah and also very quickly - They had a solar eclipse here the other day, staring at the sun without having the correct glasses doesn't make you tough, it makes you stupid with sore eyes.

I hope you're all smiling and listening to what your mother says! Till next time Ja-ne from this Zespri abroad.

Hachi ban - monkey madness, head harrassment and a warm awakening.

Right 3 main topics this time round - Hairdressing, hot chicks and heat waves.

First things first though - Due to a number of requests regarding updates on here and not receiving notifications and blah blah blah if you start following this blog on the left hand side of your screen then I will recognise this as an open invitation to email and remind you - alternatively if you know my email address then you can request an update.... I stopped emailing this rubbish out because i wasn't sure if everyone (apart from my mother x) particularly enjoyed receiving it through email..... turns out a few of you didn't mind.

righty ho and with that being said and done lets get back to it aye?

So we shall start the tales with hair dressing this time round - I went in for a cut and came out with a head that feels like its spent an evening in a gentlemans club.

Ok so its a Wednesday afternoon..... I know I can spare 15 minutes or so as i have no classes in the afternoon - I decide its time to tidy this mo-hawk monstrosity on top of my head up (also for other reasons that will become more apparent later on). I walk down the road to the hairdressers and case the place first..... Its the kind of "across the road pacing" that one might see if they were a fly on the wall to a burglary that is about to happen. "Na - to many cars" i think to myself as a pound the foot path on the opposite side of the road, "If im going to make a dick of myself not being able to speak properly then im doing it in front of the least amount of people possible". Instead I choose a location 200 meters up the road which luckily for me is without a single customer inside. I blurt the only Japanese i know all too well which is basically a certifiable statement that im a dunce.... "Japanese i dont understand".

Im bowed to (which just means 'game on' as far as im concerned) and im lead to my hair wash super head touching chair, a towel is placed over my uncontrolled smiling face and the erotic finger dancing on my skull begins.... you know that feeling just before you go to sleep and your body twitches as you bounce back to reality - i was there. So i dont need to really go into details here but i got my haircut and skull touched and then washed 3 times - i found it kinda funny that they would put gel in my hair then wash it again only to put gel in it again. They gave my back a massage (unrelated to my head im sure, but i have since been told it is part of the treatment) and at this point the girl tried speaking English to me - i forget what she said but im sure my response was closer to that of a well drunk sounding kiwi. At the end of it all it cost me a good 70 bucks at least, but hey honestly is was all well worth every yen dropped.....

Now the heat here is not only (suprise surprise again) hot but an excuse to be noisy - well the bloody cicadas seem to think so anyway. Have you ever been on a farm and heard those massive irrigation hoses... they click back and forward shooting out a jet of water. Now multiply that 1 irrigation system by 1000 and you have something close to the noise i hear most mornings that i wake. Kinda bugging i find it.

I went back to Nimi last weekend and became a mosquito main course. We were going back for a camping session this time and an arranged meeting - i got the aforementioned haircut (you dont get a chance to make first impressions twice and i wasnt making mine with a bloody mankhawk haircut!) for obvious reasons now. Im not going to go into it but it was an enjoyable weekend - i wasnt really expecting much but was plesantly surprised when she arrived. I think her not understanding a lick of english is a novelty for now, lets see how it really goes after this thursdays dinner meet without a translator ha ha

oh yeah and monkeys - i gotta mention the monkeys! Honestly no more than 100 meters from our tent a bunch of super swinging monkeys rocked passed - they were just on the hunt for berries i think. I was sitting there watching a tree rock and sway so unaturally i thought an asian fulla was going to bust out of the bush. I asked the girl i was standing with "what the hell is going on with that tree"? With no clue what so ever we both decided to go and investigate. We got within 50 meters of the tree and a monkey pokes his head out - he was stuffing his face with berries and as quickly as we saw him he swung off........ We stood and watched the hillside for a while and quickly realised he wasnt alone - im not sure how many of the little buggers there were but im sure i saw one mate that i left back in New Zealand swing by.

Take it easy, dont be sleazy, this kiwi is super rockin Japaneasy!