Um, I forgot that I haven't finished my refugee story after the earthquake. This is the picture of the Royal Chinese DimSum restuarant in London, I guess it is the one in Bayswater.
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I spent the first night in Nagoya, the packing is really terribly hard. I had to put in all my toys, rollerblades (in case I get bored and didn't want to take the public transportation), running gears (um, need to exercise on daily basis), Yoga mat (what else can you do in the hotel room if it rains), french press coffee cup, a can of Lavazza, books to entertain myself and heels to go to work. My 40 liter suitcase soon filled up without space, I had really hard time to get to Tokyo station since most of the elevators are not running to save electicity.
Since when my luggage has grown to this size? I used to travel with a carry-on size roller everywhere for 2 or 3 weeks business trip when I was in Beijing. Something terrible must have happened to me...
Arriving in Nagoya, Irene came and picked me up from the station, after checking in the hotel, it is the party time! We went to the nice local yakiniku restaurant which features in all kind of pig/cow internal organs. You grill them on the charcol stove. I love that. Noisy salary men around, smoke and smell of great food, this is the perfect meal. Though Irene commented "you don't look like you are a refugee who is trying to flee from disaster". Hur hur hur, we ate and drank, chatting silly things, nothing is better than hanging out with old friends.
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