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The streets of Jimbocho
The storm arrives out of the blue. We haven’t been paying attention because we have been stuck to our screens, our eyes mesmerised by the barely-there flicker. It rains for hours. This, we tell ourselves, would be a good time for a nap, maybe a … Continue readingThe streets of Jimbocho
A peerless pad krapao
Nong Ice promises us the best pad krapao moo we’ll ever taste. We’re in his neighbourhood so we trust him though we’ve had our fair share of stir-fried holy basil with minced pork. Served with steaming hot white rice and topped with a perfect fried … Continue readingA peerless pad krapao
Hanami
We’re far from the madding crowd. There are no tourists around us, only locals. Other Tokyoites. Our friend Nao is an old pro at hanami or flower viewing during spring, more so the art of hanami picnics. He brings us first to his favourite depachika … Continue readingHanami
By the sea
Would that we all live by the sea … Continue readingBy the sea
Chimera
We wander into a field, all covered with snow. We shape snowballs and throw them at each other, landing nasty, painful strikes. We make a snowman, one that looks like a gruesome chimera of bear and Tyrannosaurus Rex. Afterwards, there is Glühwein at the Christmas … Continue readingChimera
“There you go. Here I am.”
“There you go again.” The cyclist turns around and returns to the café. He pauses, as though wondering if he should enter and have a coffee, or head off again to some unseen destination. There is only so much I can see within the rectangle … Continue reading“There you go. Here I am.”