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An Un-Japanese Tokyo
On August 19th, flying over the East China Sea, I marveled at my first time leaving the country. Departing Pudong at two in the morning, as we approached Japan it felt like meeting the rising sun.
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On August 19th, flying over the East China Sea, I marveled at my first time leaving the country. Departing Pudong at two in the morning, as we approached Japan it felt like meeting the rising sun.
For lunch I ate at the restaurant in the adjacent Mitsui Bank building—Japanese tofu was delicious.
Tsurugi, where are you, Tsurugi!
Next time I'll definitely make it to the summit!
A seaside town not even Japanese locals visit—and yet it's full of people from Shanghai?
Yoshino, where are you, Yoshino!
If only I could give lodging even to the light of the dew—on Mount Ogura, what could I possibly detain?
The deer in Nara Park really do stink to high heaven.
I spoke to a French woman in French, but she didn't understand.