The Kumano Kodo was basically my raison d’etre for Japan, I had been talking about this pilgrimage for six months. It felt like some hidden thing that no one in Japan had ever heard of […]
We had discovered half of us had been to Tokyo before in our group of eight, and half of us hadn’t, but out of the half that had been to Tokyo, only two had been to a maid cafe, and so, on our group’s first day of Tokyo, I had scheduled a culture shock tour of Akihabara.
We arrived at @home cafe, nestled right across from the Tenga pop up shop on the fifth floor of DonQuixote (a store in itself that deserves overtures about their stock) and quickly our group of eight Americans sat down.
“Is this like a sex thing?” S across from me asked in a hushed tone, afraid the maids could hear her.
“Kind of.” Not really, it was hard to explain “It’s just for otaku to come and have a female friend for awhile.”
Shuu came and gave us our cards that would end up being a joke for days, level one masters and princesses. She did the moe moe kyuun and blessed all our drinks with kawaii and took photos with us as a group of all australians shuffled behind us and began to get the same service.
“Everything is too sweet,” A complained, stabbing at his Love Love Parfait “How can you eat all this stuff.”
“No one comes for the food.” I said as the maids began karaoke in the other room.
I finished my parfait, my latte, and half of S’s parfait, maybe someone did.
“He’s going to be a cook, a chef, I can’t wait for him to arrive.” Ma said as we got another room ready. It was a sunny spring day, the cherry blossom trees were beginning […]
Yohji walked around the deck with his hands clasped behind his back, bouncing every so often on a joist to make sure it was solid. He had his signature wool cap and sling bag as he checked our work.
“Sold out?” I tapped my credit card on the desk at the Japanese Tourism Bureau at Kansai.
There was a line behind us that had gotten backed up because despite the seven signs that said “VISIT SHIKOKU”, our destination was so small on the island that it took three books to find the station.
For our last night in Hong Kong we sought out authentic Hong Kong, we had sought out authentic hong kong earlier on Temple Street and got some very “ok” street food. We arrived in Mongkok, fresh off the bus and picked Wong’s.
I had heard from a reddit poster, that had heard from a friend, that the rooftop of Chungking Mansions was easy to access. So we sat on the bus with our newly purchased tripod in […]