Well here I am on the plane flying to Japan. I've a scotch and dry, a bag of pre-shrunk bar snacks and a bloody battery for the laptop.
This is my third trip to Japan. The first two times I went was to primarily train at the Seidokaikan dojo in Osaka (though I did spend a week travelling with my wife doing the tourist thing). This time I more focused on just seeing a bit of the country and to catch up with my friend Eigo. To this end, after arriving in Tokyo, I am travelling down to Kobe for a day and then down to Matsuyama for a couple of days. From I'm going to Hiroshima for two days then travelling back to Tokyo to spend the rest of my time there (I didn't say it was long trip).
I love Japan. I can't say why. It is this that weird mix of chaos and order that they have achieved. Or maybe it all stems from watching the "Samuria" and "Phantom Agents" on TV as a kid. Who knows?
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