as when talking to a bunch of Californias who introduced themselves to me tonight – a truly surreal experience where while we were basically speaking the same language I understood everything they said but none of them understood a word of mine. Is my accent really that strong? We managed to establish a protocol where they’d ask me to repeat three or four times and communication was successful.
The club itself was not as good as last time – the venue a bit smaller and there was less music I knew. Sadly Falcos Tango the Night Away was one of the few – there has to be a time when its turns from parody to something else.
Upon leaving I discovered one of the Americans looking a little lost outside, turns out he was trying to navigate to Shinjuku using a pocket compass – I’m not sure how he was going to do that, I don’t think he knew either. So we wandered together toward Shinjuku – it turns out it was only one of the others who couldn’t understand what I said.
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