A South American Carnival. Here?

After getting lost for the fifth most countless time we got ourselves into Nagoya Central. The first stereotype that has been dismantled is that Japanese people are short. There are a lot of people bordering on my height, and even more bordering on my general coolness. I have already given up speaking most of the Japanese I have learnt, and all too easily reverted back to the Neanderthal point and grunt (Fucking Gai-Jin), due to the puzzled look I seem to be receiving. There happened to be a carnival in town.

You guys will also be glad to know the weather is as close to blissful as a human can experience.