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.