“Ahh, sorry I don’t think maybe you cannot go to The USA today” Said the Japanese lady at the check-in counter, polite as ever. My heart started racing as I realised I hadn’t thought about the fact that on my 3 prior trips to The States I always had a ticket out, and that it would be a problem if I couldn’t prove that we were in fact going to leave before our 90 days were up.
On the 7th of March we flew to Okinawa, Japan’s southernmost islands, to meet up with my Japanese friend Fumi.
On arrival you stole our hearts
with your quiet charm and your street smarts
you’re vintage in an old school way
Osaka you make our day!
Beautiful, isn’t she?
The world famous Kinkaku-ji better known as the Golden Pavilion in Kyoto. She is the symbol of cultural Japan, the epitome of nature and beauty united.
Hanging out in the common room of our Osaka hostel one day we started talking to Italian Rik. Rik has been living in Osaka for a year and kindly offered to show us around town.
We looked at each other desperately. Was this it? Had we exhausted all our options? I couldn’t believe it – how could this be happening? Could it really be, that we were going to miss the most important event of the year? Could it really be that we were going to miss – The Oscars?!
There I was. In the middle of the Japanese highland, the clear night sky above me, the soothing sound of clucking water cuddling my ears. There I was. Alone and naked as the day I was born.
Valentines day we set out in a new direction from the hotel. Turning a corner we were suddenly at a pretty high building.
Everyone knows that half the joy of travelling in non-english speaking countries – and Asian ones in peticular – is the sheer abundance of Engrish. In this article John Spacey argues that it stops being funny after you have been here for a while. But clearly we havn’t been here long ’cause I still find these hysterically funny:
Japan is all about the little differences. At first glance it might look very similar to what you’re used to, but once you start looking…