the noodle soup is so good, it would be rude not to slurp
it is somewhere strange that it is very rarely you will catch the eyes of a local japanese and faces are almost always with any expression. on the Tokyo subway during afternoon rush hour, all the salarymen in suits and ties look overworked. some look straight ahead without looking at anything, some are dozing off, the rest play with their cell phones. all of this feels very depressing, especially when i notice that small japanese children laughs and talks like normal kids. but then again, i feel extremely lucky and that i have made the right choice taking this trip
i also get to see one of those toilets that treat you like a king. the only thing it doesn't do is cooking your dinner ;)
finally, a ride on the infamouse bullet train.
Kyoto is very different from Tokyo. no more sky scrapers and tall buildings with restuarants on each floor. instead, it is filled with temples, shrines and small streets with power line overhead. it is not hard to image what it was like 50 years ago.
while taking photos at all the tourist spots, i felt a strange satisfaction. every other country i been to, Japanese tourists snapping shots were a constant sight. now it is my turn to do the same in Japan.
last night i finally got a glimpse of a real geisha with full gear. she was so fast on those wooden shoes and at avoiding tourist with cameras wanting a photo, before i could get a good shot, she disappeared. it was like trying to shoot a lion catching a zebra
