In theory, I want to walk to work every morning. That’s part of the reason I moved where I did. The reality is that I wake up so late that I’m lucky if I can get to the office in time even by train. Our monthly Saturday meetings, scheduled to start at a civilised 12 pm, however, give me an opportunity to… well, you know.
Please stand back from the edge. Please be mindful of the yellow line. Please form a queue. Please be patient.
And here I thought taking the bus meant roughing it.
McDonald's Japan; my saving grace. So long Okayama. It's been... special.
Hello, Okayama. Your trains are like a comfortable version of Cal-Train. Nostalgia.
Kinkakuji, each vista on the path is progressively more breathtaking.
He will smack you down