I had dinner at La Casa Pasta with some students last night. It was the first time I had been there since they moved premises along Dixon Street. The food was pretty good, especially for the price. Took a while to get the food, but worth waiting for.
Anyway at the table next to us was a group of Asian naval officers. Someone queried what nationality they were and I said I thought they were Japanese. Someone else insisted they were not and said they were Korean. One person said he knew Japanese and they were not speaking Japanese.
I claim victory on the basis of this article in the Dom Post. One day I’ll tell the story of what happened in my younger days when I asked a Chinese girl (who I had only met clubbing several hours earlier) whereabout in Japan she lived. Surviving that incident provided a good incentive to improve my recognition abilities. On the other hand hey I still regularly get asked if I am Australian when I travel!Tags: DPF