Shooting a backstreet fashion shooting.
Harajuku station bridge plus summer afternoon. (Not really many, or even a few, cosplay girls, other than pros or tourists in grossly made rent costumes.)
Entrance to Takeshita-dori: the number one tourist site in Japan to safely skip and save time. Unless you’re there for the fake plastic touristy stuff, of course. (The plastic crepe samples do look good, though.)
Uru-Harajuku: where the actual fashion hides.
[Edo-Tokyo Museum] Free entry: (…) atomic bomb survivor chart holders.
[2011 earthquake] Gas leakage: 1,238 gas supply points
Automatic shut off by microprocessor-based gas meter: 341 million points
[Apartment door] In case of a major earthquake, peel this sheet off and follow instructions on back.
[Shinjuku] Bitcoin can be used for payment.
The rain season indulged everyone, by starting majestically on the first calendar day of summer.
Flashbacks of walks along the Metropolitan Express Highway #3, between Shibuya and Setagaya.
Flashbacks of Tokyo. Absorbingly fascinating in a very different way than expected before getting there.
Sudden breeze after a warm night – priceless.
And a traveler’s first breakfast:
One really feels that one is a nomad when the time of moving comes. It’s a pain that spans days but one day you’ll be able to say I lived in five different countries in one calendar year. By the way keep in mind that unplanned (but always happening) expenses come in blocks of about 30USD.
Nice guy at passport control went over some page with a magnifying lens, twice. He exclaimed approvingly hearing that I travel alone. He asked if that had been my first time in Taiwan – it was the fourth.
Taoyuan International Airport, I’ve seen you when you were all construction and nothing in the nighttime but plastic covers across future storefronts. I see you now and you, surprisingly, don’t have any convenience stores. No chewing gum for the airplane ears this time but at least there are water fountains in the corridors.
Highlight: A pack of baked soya beans that I was presented with recently. Always present traveling acquaintances with unexpected packaged food. They will need it sooner or later.
The Vanilla Air flight is kind of cute. The wings look adventurously narrow. The 500JPY comfort food of three-cheese pasta soup cup and a croissant was really comforting in my hunted state (the last days have been physically problematic). Most people look surprised by it, but this blogger is a big fan of airplane food and this cheap one made the genre justice.
Japan. Here I come.
With office in the clouds: