Because looking back at moments put together in words can be more powerful than reviewing photos.
- Spending hours with map-chewing deer watching the tide flooding a gate and temples;
- Rowing in a gorge, splashed by a waterfall, greeting ducks, and becoming a face in a thousand pictures made by the other rowers;
- The sheer variety of shades of vivid, fresh green of the trees;
- The samurai dog sleeping soundly with his hat and sword, who wouldn't with such a soothing melody as the one played by his master;
- Fat orange fish in garden ponds, small fish in the sea at sunset. Jumping;
- The wave of "gozaimaaaaas", smiles and bows when leaving every restaurant. Answering in the same way thinking how cute they are and how good this food was;
- The texture of bamboo shot;
- Going from chaotically-colourful-hypermodern electronic town to obsessively traditional tea rituals or fire prayers;
- Army-size crowds yet feeling no anxiety as they carefully walk parallel to each other;
- Finding a childhood animation hero on window display with enlarged breasts and a naughty wink;
- Kids, funnily enough, in large groups and with little yellow hats. Posing with a rabbit torturer, weird story, or making the peace sign as they visit the epicenters of disasters I cannot grasp at my own age;
- Walking on the abandoned coal mine set of Ryu Murakami's "Coin-locker babies";
- An inviting toilet lifting its seat as you walk in, offering its spring and temperature options;
- Friends. Debating over cake and beer at night in a park, after a day of walking up a volcano;
- Leaving behind all my (anti-) karaoke principles, and (poorly) singing like there's no tomorrow.
- Spending hours with map-chewing deer watching the tide flooding a gate and temples;
- Rowing in a gorge, splashed by a waterfall, greeting ducks, and becoming a face in a thousand pictures made by the other rowers;
- The sheer variety of shades of vivid, fresh green of the trees;
- The samurai dog sleeping soundly with his hat and sword, who wouldn't with such a soothing melody as the one played by his master;- Fat orange fish in garden ponds, small fish in the sea at sunset. Jumping;
- The wave of "gozaimaaaaas", smiles and bows when leaving every restaurant. Answering in the same way thinking how cute they are and how good this food was;
- The texture of bamboo shot;
- Going from chaotically-colourful-hypermodern electronic town to obsessively traditional tea rituals or fire prayers;
- Army-size crowds yet feeling no anxiety as they carefully walk parallel to each other;
- Finding a childhood animation hero on window display with enlarged breasts and a naughty wink;
- Walking on the abandoned coal mine set of Ryu Murakami's "Coin-locker babies";
- An inviting toilet lifting its seat as you walk in, offering its spring and temperature options;
- Friends. Debating over cake and beer at night in a park, after a day of walking up a volcano;
- Leaving behind all my (anti-) karaoke principles, and (poorly) singing like there's no tomorrow.


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