I went to Singapore for a couple of weeks in December and then to Japan for the new year. At the end of January, I went to Bali (gotta use the jobless days effectively), right at the beginning of the coronavirus outbreak. I also visited the Rain Room exhibition and explored the Jewish neighbourhood in Melbourne. I am…
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Like most things in Japan, Eki Stamp has also become a local obsession, combining the two things Japanese love: stamps and trains.…
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Chinese New Year or Lunar New Year is one of the biggest yearly celebrations in China. It’s filled with cultural significance, celebration, and lots of family time. There are many aspects of this Festival that are traditional, beautiful, and memorable. One such piece of cultural pie is the Lion Dance. Chinese Lion Dance The…
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When I penned my farewell to Tokyo’s Tsukiji Fish Market I thought that was it. That I’d have to relive cherished moments of the largest fish market in the world — from witnessing the legendary tuna auction to eating sushi breakfast at 5 AM – just in my mind. That I’d never experience the…
Keep ReadingWe returned to the hotel early today because it was hot, we were tired and full, and we couldn’t keep the café hopping while vibrating at a low frequency—it reeks of desperation. At first, at least for the first hour or so, I immediately wanted to journal, read the zine I got, or at…
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We reached yesterday and were bombarded by Covid text the minute I turned my phone on after the 6 hours flight from Melbourne.…
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My first Soba noodle experience wasn’t much different from my first Ramen experience in Japan. I first had it in Japan and it wasn’t my choice in the first place to eat it. It was past lunchtime when I ducked through the noren (Japanese curtain), into a no-name hole-in-the-wall restaurant on a small alleyway…
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I was standing in the middle of a souvenir store inside the Takasaki train station when a cup caught my attention. Mogu Cup was written on the label together with the Yen symbol followed by a few digits, but no other description except for the name of the crafter, Hokuto 59. The beautifully crafted…
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“It feels like coming home“, Fafa told me while dragging our luggage out of the Oshiage train station. I smiled and nodded. I thought of the same thing when I sat on the toilet at Haneda airport. Both I and my ass felt the heated welcome. Japan Trip On Repeat On the first day,…
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Bidding goodbye to my beloved Tokyo and Japan. Dragging our big luggage from One@Tokyo hotel to Oshiage SkyTree station.…
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