Saturday night marked the annual Fukui JET camping trip, where I shared a forest clearing with a couple dozen fellow senseis right outside of Ono City. We enjoyed swimming in ice-cold mountain water and all of the "many natures" that Fukui-ken has to offer.The setting was idyllic: after a campfire and s'mores, I was lulled to sleep by the chirping of crickets, the babble of the river, and, oh yes, the screams of drunken JETs jumping naked off the cliffs into the water. Nice.
And these are the people charged with "internationalizing" Japanese youth. God help the children of Fukui-ken!
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