As the Moomin-painted A340 descended towards Centrair, the major regional airport on an artifical island south of Nagoya, the sky seemed somewhat blueish in colour, but as we came closer and closer to the ground the sickly grey haze got more and more prominent and started to consume objects at the horizon, and then creeping steadily closer and closer. For some reason I have developed an idea that much of Japan (and other cities in Asia for that matter) seems to be consumed by this grey hunger. Buildings in drab concrete whites, beiges and greys don't add much spice to the variety either. On the other hand, this is more than compensated for by a colourful and interesting population. My philosophical wanderlust was swiftly whisked away by a breeze of hot air streaming towards my face
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