Part 2.
I thought my Adult class the word Bittersweet on Friday, but that's a different story,
That weekend, I headed off to a beach party in Tottori-ken, about a five hour train ride from Osaka. It was certainly fun, but so would have going to Tokyo early. I got there about 5, met with some friends from the other kens and press-ganged Rachel, another Irish Jet, into helping me with the tent. Gods bless her camping-mad mother. We got it all set up just in time for my first ever Yoga class.
Beach Yoga.
Twas a good way to watch the sun go down.
With the light beneath the waves, the Beach World Cup and Frisbee training came to a close as a guitar armed Japanese TV presenter from Dun Laoghaire (Ronan) found his place by the fire, and we let out a country and western freestyle version of that Classic tune,
"Pinky and the Brain"
One's an idiot, the other's insane.
The lyrics go remarkably well to an acoustic Beastie Boys tune.
At another fire, I even saw a Bodhran, and a girl named Brid was practicing earlier with two hurls and a sliotar. And so the great art of talking shite was passed on to others throughout the night. There was a DJ elsewhere, and there was dancing, but singing and talking shite on logs by the fire was my highlight.
Next day, Peter, Ben and I took a detour home and climbed a mountain of sand. Everything went fine until we tried to race up. Arrgghh my heart. I'm too young for coronary problems.
There were no sand boarders that day, but plenty of Para gliders (I think) and retirees with professional camera equipment. They took a shining to Peter as he relaxed on the crest of a dune, and easily went through a couple of rolls before he realised he was being watched.
Ben then discovered that his car's engine is set up to stop one from going over 145kmph as he pushed it to it's rattling limits on the Expressway to get back in time for my last train. 5 minutes to spare.
Legend.
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