The unending diversity of landscape that Japan has to offer never ceases to amaze me, and in the summer of 2015 I had the great opportunity to visit its emerald islands that looked as if they had been plucked straight out of Jurassic World (amusingly, I had just seen Jurassic World the previous week). Okinawa, beyond being a famous American military base, is a short (approx 3h) hop from Tokyo and a little tropical paradise. But then, going to Okiwana wouldn’t have been exciting for us…
Too often do overlook the natural beauty of the countries that we visit – the creeks, the caves, the mountains, the deadly creatures of the Australian bush that almost all want to kill you. This beauty that has inspired art, architecture, religions and entire civilization.
Traveling (or actually almost everything in my life) is like sex. The first time you meet someone there is a certain excitement, a newness to it all. The second time, however, that buzz is gone. You notice all the little flaws that you missed the first time round, but you also become less clumsy, more sure of yourself. The exploration becomes deeper – which could very well mean you end up disliking what you find.
Alas, returning to my dreary homeless life in Melbourne, I still do not forget of my duties towards my blog readers (even as I am listening to a Microeconomics lecture). So here is a big overview of how to survive in Tokyo (and potentially the rest of Japan).
Any true adventurer must be daring in the face of danger, and face the imminent threat of tsunamis and flying rats to bring forward to his readers the material that life is made of.
In the absence of snow monkeys, what can one do other than fill in the gap and become a monkey oneself, frolicking in the snow (SNOW!), frolicking in hot springs, frolicking all over the place
At times, visiting cities is like having a love affair, and, like love affairs, it all has an end. Sometimes you sneak away in the middle of the night, sometimes it’s all a bit of a drunken haze. Yet sometimes you get to sleep in, leave the key in the post box and breathe in the fresh spring air.
As the Tokyo part of my trip comes to an end, I feel the need to dedicate this post to the simple people of the city: the mud slingers and construction workers, the chefs and cooks and assistant cooks, the people who sit at underground exists and whom I continuously force to change my tickets.
Another day of excitement, both for me and for the people of Tokyo who have organised a marathon in my honour! Isn’t that just lovely? Other nations, please learn.