"私の放浪の日 My wandering days
愛しています I love you"
Aishite imasu is 'I love you' in Japanese. And I do love you Japan. I love you for being able to momentarily satisfy my obsession with wandering around in unknown cities. I had high expectations for you because everyone who has had the pleasure to get to know you have told me how amazing you are. And I'm glad to say you have not disappointed. Like every stranger who has been blessed to meet you, I have fallen in love with you too.
Japan is also surprisingly clean! For a big city like Tokyo it amazes me how they can keep the roads so clean and in such good condition, especially when rubbish bins on the streets are such rare sights to behold. For people who aren't use to holding their rubbish around, it brought us slight discomfort when we struggled to find bins. I guess we take bins for granted and that's an interesting cultural difference.
'But that's the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You can't read anything, you have only the most basic sense of how things work, you can't even reliably cross the street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.' - Bill Bryan
I have also come to realise that this was our first trip where my family are all adults. My little brother is 18, I'm 21 and my older brother is 27. And it's the first time we, the kids, are now the parents to our own mother and father who act like children. They do all the things we, as children, used to get told off for. Walking on slippery slopes on the side instead of taking the stairs, and playing on our phones during our meals. We are now the ones who plan and lead in these holiday trips and they just follow us and at times wander mindlessly like children. This is the thing about humans, it is some upside down parabola of maturity. Old people are just kids and it's pretty cute if not at times annoying.
On a finishing note, please enjoy these images. It was so therapeutic for me to go through them, cleansing myself from the superficial, materialistic images that overload this blog. Getting back in touch with what I first fell in love with, scenic photography, is such a beautiful nostalgic feeling.