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Published: April 21st 2014
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Preparing myself for the ultimate culture shock, I get off the airport bus in downtown Osaka. J., whom I met up with at the airport, has already been to Japan various times, making her mind less likely to be as boggled as mine. The hotel receptionist is the epitome of what I assume to be the Japanese corporate image that never wastes any motion, or emotion, for that matter. Our room is, well, rath...
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Great photos and perspectives!
You had me laughing at your wry comments and feeling so moved by your Hiroshima reflections! Good to hear there's yummy, affordable veggie food, even if you have to work to find it. And amazing that the sites were so crowded--I imagine they'd be impossible had the cherry trees been blossoming-yikes! So, now on to kim-chi, eh?