Evening falls upon us slowly, the rays of sunlight never dimming but rather subtly shift to cooler shades of night. As we walk away from the cherry blossoms and the rows of merry picnickers in Ueno Park, we return to the streets of Ameya Yokocho, where the night market is about to begin, stalls unfurling …
After a belly-warming and soul-lifting lunch, we are no longer weary from the long overnight flight and ready to go and see more of Tokyo. As luck would have it, we are staying at Ueno, where the famed and fantastic Ueno Park or Ueno Onshi Kōen (上野恩賜公園) is just five minutes’ walk away. A quick …
Mount Fuji and Hidetoshi Nakata. These are the first two things that come to mind when I think of Japan. One, the best-known symbol of the country and the other, Japan’s first true international soccer star. I mean, this is totally random, for everyone has their own idea (and ideal) of Japan. From sushi bars …
The week has been going on and on, never seeming to end. But Friday evening comes and we shudder and we sigh. It is over. Running in circles no more, time to put our heads on one side and seek slow slumber. There are no more puzzles to assemble. It doesn’t matter if the pieces …
The holidays are over. No more sakura, we are home now. No more tasty tempura, no more onigiri from 7-Eleven, no more beautiful boy ramen. Where are the grand ladies in their elegant kimonos, where are the Harujuku girls with their cosplay moues? Where is our Meiji Shrine and our Tsukiji fish market, where is …
So last Friday, Devil was on the way to Changi Airport for a flight back to KL, got on a cab at Orchard Road, and Singaporean cabbies, being the friendly and gregarious folks that they are, asked where Devil was flying to. “Kuala Lumpur.” “KL ar? Good, good. Then you can fly. If you fly …
I am writing this from the airport in Kuala Terengganu. I have been here for the past few days on a work trip; deeply tired since I flew here right after touching down in KLIA from Narita airport. After the relaxing pace and soul-freeing high of Tokyo, this is depressing. Toil and travel (for work) …
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