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I once briefly wrote that there were two Japans; one of the night and one of the day. It was a slightly offhanded comment at the time, but as I observed more from different angles, I found myself continually reflecting upon … Continue reading
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Yea it’s 7:44 in the am and I am marginally drunk. Marginally drunk, and more so depressed. Why? Probably from persistent alcohol abuse. Probably from the strange hours I live by. Maybe because I leave Japan soon and it’s hard … Continue reading
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I walk up to three Japanese girls and say ‘Kanpai’. They turn in surprise and laugh, before we all clink glasses and take a shlurp from our drinks. The girl immediately to my left then looks at me and goes ‘hana … Continue reading
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I think the bit where you run out of money is actually my favourite part of travelling. You sudden have an objective again; just get by. The whole time you are broke you are praying for that bit of cash … Continue reading
I’m being offered to go take some cocaine by a gay yakuza who is stroking my ass. I’m sitting at a restaurant at 9am having a beer, defending an Eastern European prostitute to an angry Iranian in Japanese. I’m leaving … Continue reading
Samuel's Travels 