osutoraria

Hi. Thank you for reading and enjoying Osutoraria. I do plan to continue this series but, with a change in tourism ministers and the plan to create a soap opera for the Japanese market shelved, I'm going to wait until further interest develops before con… more »

Several more people joined the group and Yuki got to find out a lot about what Australians knew about Japanese culture. They knew a lot more than she expected and one of them had even eaten at a whale restaurant in Shibuya, but there was a lot more that… more »

Coming through the door was a really tall, blond, muscular guy of about 28. He was wearing a dark blue suit and light blue shirt with a blue tie. Yuki knew a bit about the effect that colours have on people and could see Matt was projecting "Trust Me!".… more »

Yuki and Kumiko were walking up Pitt Street. They'd just left Yuki's apartment on Liverpool Street and were exploring some of the shops in what is known as the Korean quarter of the CBD of Sydney. Many of the shops displayed signs in both Korean and E… more »

An old sign saying Gowings was flaking off the side of the building. Just below the sign was a clothes store called Suzanne. "There was a shop here called Gowings a few years ago. It had been here for over 130 years. Then some young people thought the… more »

Mick finished wiping the tables and headed back to the noodle store he worked at. John, his workmate, shook his head at him. "How much have you spent on her so far?" "Who?" asked Mick innocently. "You know who. That Japanese girl you've been pining ov… more »

Kumiko sighed. "Don't worry. There'll be another one." They headed past a grungy looking cafe with dirty white tables and a neon sign and over to a queue on the left side of the wharf. There was an electronic timetable board with orange writing, almost i… more »

Mick was wiping tables when Kumiko and Yuki came up the stairs. Yuki could see that he was focused on the job, his brow furrowed as he tried to remove a difficult mark from the glass surface. Mick wore silver rimmed glasses which complemented the silv… more »

Yuki smiled at the sun as it playfully flickered its warmth over the faintly rippling harbour. Barely a breeze stirred in the early morning. A golden glow lit up the buildings she could see through the Sydney Tower glass, dappling across the Opera Hou… more »