“No tripods allowed,” they said. Bummer. How am I supposed to do a hipster long-exposure lake reflection without my tripod? Pfft…
Ok. I can prop my camera on this here bamboo fence. And maybe do a two-second timer to avoid shake when I shutter press. Yeah. Not awful.
Where the hell did my mom wander off to anyway? I think she’s across the lake…
Lets grab a quick panorama on my iPod for Hitotoki. I’ll figure out something clever to write later.
Please stand back from the edge. Please be mindful of the yellow line. Please form a queue. Please be patient.
Closed.
Hello, Osaka!!!!!!!!'n
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
Secret rooms