Heaven is being over 6’ tall, non-Japanese, in the middle of the Nagoya train station on a Friday afternoon, and finding yourself in the middle of 200+ high school girls that just got out of school and are deeply curious about you, and by the way, they are in their uniforms (plaid skirts, white shirt, knee highs, … you get the picture). Hell is peeking out the bus window on your way to Narita airport and seeing half-a-dozen 8 year olds in the same uniforms; forever killing the fantasy! A cab ride in Japan is a study in excellence. The drivers are proud of their jobs, highly educated, very technical (most have a great deal of electronic equipment to help them; one even had a wireless laptop that he would consult for “411” like information) and
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