Following our interlude at Nekouan, we ducked into one of the countless tiny restaurants which dot the streets of Kyoto, and sat down for a bite to eat. It’s remarkable how tightly the Japanese manage to pack such spaces, an effect made possible seemingly only by necessity and sheer will.
Category: Achira Iko! (page 9)
December 2013 – January 2014
A chronicle of our first trip to Japan together in for Oshougatsu, the Japanese New Year.
Checkout the first post here
Everybody Wants to Be a Cat
Miako-San is the jazz playing, anti-war, vegan chef, Zen Buddhist Monk badass who we were singularly fortunate to discover here in Kyoto.
Like a Boss
Like a boss.
Ohayo Kyoto-Sama!
Though I only spent two short winter days there, I now believe that Kyoto may well be the most wonderful place in the world.
Kagome: the Veggie Mutilator
Behold my first breakfast in Japan!, a humble repast consisting of a cheese laiden pastry, a blueberry bagel, packets of jam and peanut butter, fresh fruit, and, somewhat alarmingly, butter in a tube.
Cultural limbo / Winning points / Magical thing
Headachey, and very tired. Excitement for our arrival mingles with delirious travel stupor.
Now that we’ve been on this plane for six hours or so, it has dawned on me that international flights are essentially a species of cultural limbo. Multiple languages, multiple cultures, multiple peoples all homogenized into the experience of jet travel. Neither here nor there. Weird.