Southern women and ramen.
Once upon a time...
Kumamoto, nice to meet you. And yes. That is my handwriting. I can indeed write Japanese characters.
Working at Sapporo, Hokkaido
My mind could have kept me walking for hours, but my feet had something else in mind.
3:08am. Is my normal insomnia OK when it can be called jetlag?
Somehow Friday afternoons look different.
Bicycle abandonment prohibition area.