Glitter allover the room..

Day 7
Another day of anaesthetics passed rather nicely, I sat through a presentation on peri-operative asthma treatments given by some of the Japanese students, from a paper written in English that they had to present in English. We really have it so easy us English-speakers, and England is a rather pathetic country at language-learning as a whole.
Hmm.

The last operation finished about 3, then it was hometime, yay!
We were due to meet the ESS at 1930, time for a half hour power shower and some pre-drinking methinks.

Turns out we were going to an all-you-can-drink place for 3,000円 (about £24), not bad for dinner and copious amounts of alcohol.
I donned the white suit again because, let's be honest, I looked the business.
Several beers, glasses of shochu and jugs of sake later, we may have disgraced ourselves and the reputation of England somewhat.

Japan, a country famed for its quiet dignity and reluctance to accept the individual (it's all about blending in to the group), was faced with Sam-san pouring beer down his face, banging on the table and shouting faggot as loud as he could. In a restaurant.
Yugo (from the ESS) was trying to keep up with us alcohol dehydrogenase-possessing Westeners and was looking a little worse for wear when it was time to leave, more on him later.

Back to the party pad it was, via Halow's where we bought some more alcohol (and discounted burgers), Yugo finally joined us after having to turn back twice, firstly for his phone, then his bike; the lash rash was in full bloom.

More drinking, explaining of drinking chants and new words such as 'chunder' (conjugate the te form of that, Tom-san) rounded off the night before the ESS departed and we hit the hay, agreeing to meet at 1300, or was it 1330 on Sunday?
The last we saw of Yugo was him staggering off into the night.

During the night, Tom-san chundered.
ろる！