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I`ve had a tiring day today. My electric powered bicycle of doom had a flat tyre and so we tried to fix it yesterday until it got too dark to see. The inner tube was ripped in about eight parts thanks to a broken beer bottle cunningly placed in the middle of the road which I neglected to see. Thanks to the complicated super power of the mechanism it is no easy feat to repair. In order to get the inner tube out, you have to remover the gear mechanism, stand, battery motor and brakes as well as some other miscellaneous nuts, screws and bolts and put them back in the correct order afterwards. It took us three hours in all to replace the tube and work out which part went where and how. This involved several attempts at dismantling and reassembling the said mechanisms. I am useless at this kind of thing. I was assisted by (read I watched) Reiko and her father discuss complex positioning of bolts, nuts and springs whilst they let me feel a part of this by allowing me to tighten a superfluous screw or bolt with a spanner.

After the colossal task had ended, we went to an onsen where I had my hair cut. In retrospect I think it is better to bathe in an onsen instead of trusting them with my appearance. I was allocated the fat, camp man who leaped at the opportunity to feel Westen hair and who`s technique was to fondle and snip miniscule quantities of it off. You couldn`t have made a wig for a guinea pig with what he cut. Nevertheless what I am left with is awful I stared at him at the end as if to say so are you actually going to cut something off the front or just carry on fondling it? (Answer: B) At the voila part with the mirrors I just smiled weakly and said perfect in Japanese and slouched out of the room . At least the onsen was good.