My last days in Japan were busy ones. I flew home the day after graduation, so I spent a few hours eating and saying goodbye to classmates, then went home to pack. Saying goodbye to my girl was hard, but Skype makes parting a lot less sorrowful. Other final memories include:
The last morning, watching to yakuza (the boss, about 50 and his underling, late 20's, no front uppers) playing rock-paper-scissors, and the winner thumping the loser hard on the forehead. They went at it for a few minutes, and enjoyed me watching. I almost asked to take part, but if I won, I wasn't about to thump a kumichou.
Also, as I was getting dressed on my departure date, and my girlfriend watched me put on my antiperspirant. She grabbed the spray can and started laughing. Apparently, the past 3 months, I had been spraying hair spray under my arms. No wonder it seemed like the stuff wasn't very effective.
Ahh, Just when you seem like you are entering the land of the bilingual, you realize you are just a bozo with very manageable armpit hair.