Oddly enough my visions of our life in Tokyo did not include a Japanese Polka band singing Waltzing Mathilda or a pub full of drunken Australians, nor even a giant carp inexplicably located in the middle of a clothing store.

(The fish, now that I see it again, is a pretty sad sight and I should not have been smiling at it. I will pretend it is there on a temporary lay-over on its way to freedom in the ocean.)