Falling in love
Each of my four days in Japan thus far has been better than the previous, not least because I’ve been getting over a cold, and I think this trend will continue. I truly fell in love with this place today, although in a few unexpected ways. The day started off well, with sunny skies and a cool sea breeze. Breakfast was fantastic as always; if you haven’t heard, then let me be the first to tell you that the galley here on base is unparalleled. I suspect it is due to the Japanese staff. The boiled eggs are just firm enough, and never dried out. There is a cornucopia of fresh fruit, which often includes blueberries (my favorite). What tickles my palate the most, however, is the fresh whole milk at the drink bar. With the government acting as the primary promoter of the low-fat bullshit dogma, most military dining facilities only have 1% or 2%, and skim.
Anyways, the galley had a hat trick today. Not only was breakfast outstanding as always, but lunch was prime rib. Now, I wouldn’t expect rare meat from a galley in any circumstance, but usually it is Grammy Howes-style well-done. For the uninitiated, that means ash-gray throughout. However, this particular cut was pink in the middle! It was pure pleasure. To top things off, I went back for dinner tonight and feasted on some Japanese-style shrimp curry.
The other pivotal experience of the day was my haircut. Yes, it may sound bizarre, but I felt dirty afterward… like I owed the girl more than just $7.50. It started with a quick hot towel massage to my scalp, which almost put me to sleep. She cut it exactly as I requested, and even gelled my hair back to how I had it when she was done. In fact, the quality was exactly unlike that which I received in Cuba. Those guys could’ve botched a buzz cut. Oh, I forgot to mention–this masterful cut was received at the barber shop on base, right next to the pier. And did I mention that it cost all of $7.50?