Waking up at 2 in the morning to go see some dead fish being sold.
Sushi for breakfast. Noodles for lunch. Sushi for dinner.
People. Lots and lots of people. Polite people.
Police cars that look like they just descended from an anime movie.
French pastries tastier than those in Paris. Perfect cappuccino.
Walking. All day.
Interesting mélange between modern and traditional.
Almost nobody speaks English.
Google translate saves the day. Sometimes.
Learning to eat noodles and rice as locals do. We can’t slurp that loud.
New tastes, new smells, new sights.
Signs and advertisements everywhere. Handwritten. Printed. Photographs.
Somehow, it feels like Istanbul. The smell of the sea is the same. The smell of the city… much better.
Cash, must have cash.
Metal snakes running at 200 mph.
In The Land of The Rising Sun