Lust for comfort suffocates the soul
- Bjørk (“Wanderlust”)
I also learned how to get on Facebook through the Great Firewall of China! Being a cyber criminal is so much fun.
I don’t like the toilet paper here in China. Other than that, it’s a great country to be in. Over and out
Jaha
I Kina. Fjesboka funker dårlig. Samme med Tvitrer. Hvorfor er dette lov, da?
Everything was okay, Greg thought. Everything was fine. He squished some mayonnaise onto his sandwich. Forty or fifty years would pass and then it would be over; maybe something nice would happen in those fifty years, but if not, that was okay. Just sitting here in his car, eating, this was enough. Things weren’t that bad.
No jetlag. For the first time.
Never in any of my previous Japan trips have I managed to get this much stuff done in the first three days. But now I finally realized what’s so different this time around: I only had to adjust to a one-hour time difference, while I’ve previously always had to deal with a seven, eight or even sixteen-hour difference. No jetlag = nice.
Back in Japan
During my first ~12 hours back in Japan, I’ve already received countless reminders that the Japanese are possibly the most helpful people in the world. First, a man notices me standing alone in a crossing with my big suitcase looking lost, and decides to approach me and walk me all the way to the front desk of my hotel’s lobby. Then I go to to eat at a small sushi place, but the chef apologetically announces that he is out of fish. I ask for other sushi places nearby, and he proceeds to leave his restaurant to walk out into the rain with me and walk me down the street to give me directions to an amazing sushi place, all the while apologizing he can’t do more for me. Breakfast the next morning: Man sees me staring at the Tokyo subway map while eating, and decides to sit down next to me and explain to me in detail how to get to all the places I’m planning to visit.