They're sneaky f*ckers, those ECCers... first playing coy and pretending to want me, then telling me to go home, then telling me to meet them in a different city for another encounter. Like a catholic school girl who can't decide between listening to her teenage hormones and her abstinence training. I've finally gotten into the swing of things here, but not without some serious (and expensive) hiccups. The most annoying of all has been the move from Tokyo to Nagoya, which has definitely had some impact on my bank account. It just means that I will have to be more frugal now, which is a concept I am more than familiar with.
So to recap the last couple days;
Granted, the accommodations are generous, but it still doesn't account for the several hundreds of dollars I've spent getting from A to B.
On Saturday night we all went out as a group to get drunk and celebrate finally starting our training. We had two consecutive days off, which is a good reason as any to get inebriated. Our night started at this cute little bar just around the corner from the hotel.
The second part of that night was a bit of a haze... and thank Jebus, because it involved Karaoke. It got kinda crazy, so forgive me for the blurry pictures;
And now I'm going to go find a cheap beer garden with my fellow trainees.