Contrary to popular American belief, this is neither a hair wash facility, nor is it an advanced gargling station. But rather behold, the humble Japanese toilet, which straddles the fine line between a hole that you shit into, and a full-featured spa for your ass.
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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.