My First Step In Asia
The upright seats. The engine noises. Sweat. Abused arm rests. Rumbling. I landed.
An aisle seat, I peered over Mr. Center and Window to see Tokyo as we passed. Zenzenzense playing in my ears, 5 hours of sleep, it's noon in the Kanto region.
Fast security. Easy customs. Japan is already heaven.
I got my luggage. I search for my friend. Found him.
We get pocket wifi. We get train tickets. I eat my first onigiri. We depart.
22 sqaure feet. Bright lights. Colorful lights. Absolute sensory overload.
一蘭. Extra everything. Bliss.
Definition of Shinjuku Station: chaos, ochazuke, and trains.
I enter. The lady exclaims “OH! You must be Brad's friend! Here, you can see his signature!” I look. She is very nice.
Osusume. Delicious gastronomy. A view into the local.
Soy sauce ice cream. Creamy with a bite. Number one ice cream.
500 year old buildings, stone roads, freshly groomed rock gardens.
Tatami, futon, shoji.
I am living in history.
Warm. Nude. Distraught.
Relaxed. Rehealed. Zen.
Michelin stars. New flavors. Fusion.
Fire balls. Complex flavors. Umami.
Large. Exciting. Crowded
History. Tourists. Un-unique.
Abundant animals. Sharks and whales. Controversial.
Abundant animals. Deer and humans. Controversial
Chateubriand. Izakaya steak. Tender love.
Noodles. Heavy carbs. Pork. Hearty.
Many killed. Many remembered. Many depressed.
Island. Mountain. Boulder. Wasp.
Coffee before sushi. Massive tunas. Sickness.
Board the plane. Land of the free. Sadness.
Walking around aimlessly. Biting our tongues. One day.