Minato-ku, Tokyo, Japan
Apps, Culture, Cakes, CrossFit, Trail, Space. Partner at digital agency @AQworks & non-profit @TokyoArtBeat_en. Twitter: @aka_me
2,986 words in 37 moments in 17 cities since February 7th, 2013
Yamanakako — After having run a couple of the 13 sections of the 161km-long UTMF1 race course, I’d say that one can capture a beautiful view of the iconic mount every three kilometres, making it 53 views of Mt. Fu...
Tokyo — If you’re tired and managed to grab a seat, good. Pay no attention to your neighbors and just slump left and right as the train accelerates and slows down. You may one day see yourself featured on som...
Tokyo — I smile as I snap the beautiful aftermath.
It's a horse, in sugar. The best games are the simplest.
The pool is getting a break
I want to be the air flowing through this temple ornament.
Let's wait for the rain to stop, let's not run with an umbrella.
Wind and rain fighting over precious sakura petals and a chance to make us smile.
Back from 4 weeks of seeking discomfort.
Traveling to visit people who can't travel.
My grandmother and I, 36 years ago.
Subway seating etiquette. Start with the extremity seats, then leave an empty seat in between, and when nearly full but not quite, just stand.
Where to next?
Karma bitting back?
How many amazing views of Mount Fuji can one capture on a single trail run?
Oldest pool in Paris. Freestyle stroke practice & history lesson.
The future: cars driving themselves around, aimlessly.
The portraits at Gran's
A nagging presence...
- This looks imported.- Are you referring to me or the bike?
Is it worth it?
Sleeper trains, where do they take us?
There is nowhere I'd rather be but here.
Do you have a safe place?
Little dreamy twitchy feet, leather couch, tales of break-ups and travels.
International Driving Permit. Shameless tax on the lucky traveler.
He said: "Jakarta is like the rain forest. The ground, the tall trees and everything in between."
Stuck in traffic in a taxi for an hour, under pouring rain. Precious moment of quintessential Jakarta life.
"Don't forget to look back!"
My suitcase is bigger than yours cos it's choke full of running and training gear. *bulges bicep with a wink*.
The news was not good and it was delivered at the worst possible time, on my way to the airport. Mah...
"Marathon, ganbatte ne", he said.
A few painted tin plaques and nails.The power to redraw Tokyo.
Remembering unforgettable teenager holidays at Center Park in France. Where's the pool?
Down here? Noise, smells and thousands of friendly souls.Up there? Glitter and loneliness.
What's behind that window bay, what kind of person lives there, what can one see from up there. Light-flooded fantasy.
Ears filled with a joyous foreign language, mouth full of sweet and sour.
Empty pass under overflowing weekend shopping Avenue. Warmer too.
A trip to the immigration office is always a healthy reminder of the diversity of foreigners living around Tokyo. Lovely to the eye and to the ear.
Foul air in Tokyo. Let's blame China.