Thailand has scarred my brain

I ate at an area called Ramen Stadium tonight, how is that for a quick laugh. It was a small part of a big mall area in the middle of Fukuoka. When I went inside there were about 10 little ramen restaurants in the same location selling all different kinds of ramen.

I think I ended up having yaki noodles in a pork soy sauce broth with some pork meat in it. And some fried rice and gyoza, which were both very good as well, for $10, just to give you an idea of the money involved.

While I was trying to talk with the Japanese staff at this restaurant I had to think pretty hard to remind myself not to speak in Thai to these people. I think my brain has popped back into Thai mode because it:s categorized today as "not Korean and not English". I have to keep catching myself to make sure I say domo arigato, and not kop kun khrap instead.