Poor Nick called from his hotel late at night sounding almost comatose, and as I had just finished a very stressful and frustrating breakfast with Emily I'm afraid I gave him short shrift.
It annoys me that Japanese pedestrians are very deferential and don't seem to realise they have priority on zebra crossings. They often wait until the road is clear (in which case, why have crossings at all?), or if they do have the temerity to step out and make a car wait they are very apologetic; today I saw a woman bow twice to a waiting taxi (scum of the earth!) as she scurried across. They nearly always trot over so as to minimise the inconvenience to the driver. I always make a point of asserting my right to cross, but it can be quite scary, especially if I have Emily with me.
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