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Today we went to a Brazilian restaurant.  That is myself, Reiko, her sister Masako and their mother.  We all ordered food (mostly beef with something) and it all arrived and then the problems began. 

Compared to normal Japanese portions these meals were large.  I am unsure whether they have ever eaten anything as big as this.  I am sure if you go to Brazil, America or even England and ate these portions, they would be standard at the least, but  here where a couple of slices of raw fish stuck to some rice and wrapped in a thin slip of seaweed constitute a meal, I knew we would have problems. 

And so it began,  “This chicken is too salty  can you eat it?  I can`t eat all this can you take my half of beef and pork.  Here is some fish for you”  Only her mother was kind enough to admit that she couldn`t eat it all and left some on the plate.   I chose beef curry with the portion of beef taking up at least 50 per cent of the plate for the main reason that the menu was in Portuguese as well as Japanese and Bife Curry was the only meal there which  I could understand.  I noticed as well that this meal came with both rice and chips on the same plate.

So I got to work.  Saving the chips for later, I ploughed into my plate thinking of the shame that might come to my beloved home land should I fail in my Herculian task and leaving at the end, a sparklingly clean plate that any fairy liquid advert would be proud to show as the end product. 

The only thing is that I felt like Mr Fattety Fatman Esquire from Fatdom Lardoland after the deed had been done.  I acknowlege that calling me fat is an insult to the weighty traditions of the horizontally challenged but after seeing their almost sickened faces by my actions, I almost had the urge to go to the toilets and recall the evidence through the way it had come in in shame.  This almost occurred when we went to pay as there was a glass window giving sated customers the opportunity to see raw meat being cut up and packaged off for resale - A sight I did not want to witness.  I exited as soon as I could….

Later that day we went to a….well how to describe it?  It was a kind of shopping/ leisure centre which had a massive rollercoaster going through it.  Because I had promised Reiko some months ago that I would never take her on a rollercoaster without her consent again after  reducing her to tears on a ride in England thinking that her cries of “No I do not want to go on this ride I hate rollercoasters” were in jest, I went on it with her sister instead.  It was a good ride with a very hallucinogenic section involving a tunnel and some swirling mulicoloured strobe lights.