where cider meets condensed milk: Ambitious Japan!

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where cider meets condensed milk

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Ambitious Japan!

Welcome back, Japan! I may never take another photo this Amelie-perfect in my life.

From Koh Chang, a long bus ride brought us to an evening eating and drinking in the flashy lights of Bangkok, and a speedy taxi has us at the airport at 4am. By dinnertime I was alone in Tokyo, lethargic and confused, 2 months after I'd left this country behind. Bad idea #1 was deciding to have uniquely Japanesey foods as much as possible. After this ill-conceived desire for matcha redbean sweet-potato mochi ice cream parfait, I fell back on the perpetual safety of tuna-mayo onigiri and chain-sipping boxes of milk tea. Japan, our semi-abusive relationship continues...

posted by Raychaa @ 5:47 AM

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So wrong it's right. And then wrong. And then wrong again... welcome to the inaka.

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