journal

Rolling along

I gets weary, sick of tryin’
I’m tired of livin’, feared of dyin’
But ol’ man river
He just keeps
rolling along

I miss the feeling of going somewhere and living a life expectant that tomorrow brings surprises and pleasures, sunsets and joy. Lately I have been collecting chestnuts and wearing a big check coat, sitting on a bench and staring at browning leaves and crisp blue skies.

One day I’ll write about all the trains I’ve travelled on, and where they’ve taken me.

Japan

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.

Japan

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.