Perhaps no one will find this amusing but me, but among the various things that have been left at our apartment, one of them is James Clavell's Gai-jin. The scholarly and sensitive treatise on Asian-Western relations that it is, I'm actually tempted to read it, just because I'm in Asia right now.
Also remember that man who started singing in the night market in a loud screechy voice along with his walkman? I think he's a regular. A week ago, I saw him in the same place jerkily and enthusiastically dancing to his walkman.