Never underestimate the pleasures of being alone; travelling alone. Paris is an old friend.
Last day in Japan
I squeezed in a visit to the Edo-Tokyo Open Air Architectural Museum which was so good I overran my schedule and only just managed to catch the last bus from Shinjuku to the airport. One last sleep in a capsule at the airport before leaving.
Hakone
A return on my own, for some mountain air.
Kamakura & Enoshima
A daytrip to the seaside, and to an island full of cats and steep stairs.
Tokyo
I learned to love getting lost in Tokyo. A super metropolis, super city, super time. Two weeks here wasn’t enough, but filled with karaoke, new friends and old friends visiting, endless shopping (which I had been strict about up til this point), izakayas, new on top of old, the best street snacks. A lifetime in this place probably wouldn’t be enough.
