Jellyfish are aliens πŸ‘½πŸ˜³πŸ˜Ά

If we are anything like them, we should all be endowed with internal glow and immense grace for all to see 😌

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Photos from Osaka Aquarium Kaiyukan

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I ❀️ Japan and I thought of going back there even before leaving β˜ΊοΈ

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Pikachu at Narita airport: Still a hit!
So, we were in Japan for 10 days and everything was a wonderment 😍 As I am writing this piece, I am thinking of what to share that isn’t in any websites or blogs already.  There are plenty and believe me, the information overload is real!

I have written about our experiences traveling South of Cebu, my one-and-only and beautiful home.  I have also been to Australia.  But being in Japan made me love anew.

For those who have been to Japan, I hope to get some kind of agreement and discussion; for those who haven’t,  please be inspired to plan and go to Japan.

The Old Man in Uniform πŸ‘¨πŸΌβ€βœˆοΈ

Japan is indeed a country of culture and heritage.  They speak their language.  However, be worried not!  For some reason you will find your way and get what you want. There is enough English around.

Also, when lost and in doubt, ask guidance from the old man in uniform – they are never wrong and are very precise and clear with their instructions.  Take it from this idiot who can’t figure Google map  πŸ€€πŸ™„πŸ˜

With that, my heart shouts out to “Lolos” and “Lolas” everywhere.  In Japan, I am reminded to value our elders, their wisdom and manners.

Am I the only one in glasses? πŸ‘“πŸ‘€

Funny, I did not find anyone wearing correctional glasses and no one has white hair.  Working shoes were always shiny and clean πŸ‘ž.  Seriously πŸ˜‚

Space and Silence

When we were in Japan, there were no jerks, no sarcasm, no pulling one overs, no rudeness.  I noticed the thoughtfulness, respect and self-respect.  Everything done was with grace and care.  I understood the meaning of having to take off shoes and to bow down to thank and part ways.  This became natural, and not some cultural rule.

Our first day in our hostel was a challenge.  We found ourselves as the only ones talking in whisper voices.  Naturally we caught up on being quiet.  Believe me, this was very achievable, rewarding and peaceful.

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Centurion Ladies Hostel (Ueno)
Even in crowded places, there was a certain unity and organisation.  I never felt like my bag was going to be snatched or something.  I loved how people biked around everywhere without a biking lane.

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Shibuya crossing!
The walkways had those yellow corrugated paths in the middle, making people go either to the left or the right side.  Drivers lived by the “pedestrian first” rule.  Walking around was part of our tourism journey.

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Finding Hatchiko
When time permits,  I would love to write more about our experiences.  For now,  here are photos we took of places and experiences that inspired us to go to Japan πŸ™‚. I hope they will inspire you too.

1)  That movie that made you cry…

2)  This is to remind that Narita is not just an airport.

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Unagi: Kawatoyo Honten (Narita)
3)  Taken from the Shinkansen πŸš….  Really glorious!

 

4)  Wagyu beef really melts in your mouth.

(Your money also melts, but just don’t eat for days…  It’s worth it 🀣)

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Matsusaka Yakiniku M (Namba)
5)  It’s fun if you pretend you’re in the Amazing Race (applicable to point 1) πŸ˜†

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He runs at night.
6)  I did my best to catch them all…

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Where I lost the battle…
7)  I haven’t had enough of the food in this city.   Just need to go back 😩.

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Hairy crab
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Best cow yields best milk!
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Keeping it sober at Sapporo Beer Garden
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Oh my the asparagus!
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La Maison. The Japanese may have perfected their desserts, bread and pastries. Just saying.
 

Hamm!!!Β 

This is not a product endorsement.  In fact, I avoid promoting meat food.

I never eat fast food and would surely avoid processed πŸ– meats.  When deciding what to order for lunch, I often tell myself, just have tortang talong or ampalaya (my 2 favourites).  I am not going vegan or vegetarian, but I would like to be one.  You see, I love animals and cannot deny the slaughter that goes with our favorite foods.

Anyway, here is my hypocrisy.  I do eat meat and would “have to” store ready made and easy to cook foods in the ref.   One day I ended up at Pacific Mall, Mandaue to renew my passport.  Since we were already there, we did our grocery shopping.

I picked up the 250g cooked ham. What the heck, we need this for emergency sandwiches and is worth the try.  And it was worth it.

I realised this was a Victoria’s ham, made in Bacolod.  πŸ˜

If you don’t know it yet, when it comes to food, nothing comes close to Spanish cuisine and influences than anything from Bacolod.  πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘ŒπŸΌπŸ’ƒπŸ»

I have much respect for hams that keep the fat and make them desirably tasty πŸ˜‹

For some reason, Victoria’s not found in any other grocery stores in Cebu city (not in other Metro, even Rustan’s and Robinsons – yes I looked far and wide).  So about a month after when I had to pick up my renewed passport (eagle-bearing, lyrics enduced), I sort of – hoarded the ham and bought some chorizos 😳

No this is not what i bought! This is a freezer shot.
After I get over this ham, I will attempt to become a vegetarian again.  We really should stop eating meat πŸ€”πŸ˜’πŸ™‚

My Non-Travel blogΒ 

Sometimes, a staycation is as good as it gets.  My approved leave for 2 days on a Thursday and Friday prompted an auto-lightbulb idea to get away.  But where to? We often ask.  Those airlines promos were indeed tempting, shall we go out of the country? (yes, Singapore, I thought of you and your Great Sale.) Still this was impractical and out of our budget.  So we decided, let’s just go to a nearby island.  We had a plan to go to Dumaguete and Siquijor.  

I was particularly dead-set on going to Siquijor:  land of mystic, Isla Del Fuego.  I was imagining buying those love potions and magical trinkets, and watching the reddish sunsets.  Dumaguete was not to be overlooked:  the narrowing (even non-existent) sandbar of Manjuyod, the turtles of Apo Island.  We shopped for our iPhone waterproof cases for the much needed selfies.  I had restaurants in my checklists (Baha bar in Siquijor, Hayahay tree house, or somewhere that served Dumaguete express and lots of shrimps and crabs).  Oh, the research and travel blogs were beckoning me.  In the end, information overload just got me to say, we’ll wing it when we get there.

On Wednesday, overtimed to get my work done.  While setting my OOO email reply, I had a thought, am I ready to travel, are we really going?  I got the budget done, backpacks packed and water jugs filled (and frozen, the way we like it πŸ˜‰) and alarms set at 3:00am.  But one just gets that feeling of laziness, perhaps. 

Then the sign came.  When the alarms set off, so did the thunder claps. We just said no, shut the alarms and went back to sleep.  The rains dropped really hard…SNORRRE 😴 β›ˆ

We had another attempt the following day.  By then, a lot of questions on the travel plans came.  What again are going to do in Siquijor?  Where’re we going to stay? How about this?  Decided that rainy June is not a good time for bus and ferry rides.  We can enjoy the rainy days at home, catching up on Game of Thrones or something.

This is not sour-graping at all.  It’s one of those times.  Just as one should have the liberty of travel, one should have the freedom to stay put.  I’m just glad I am one who gets to enjoy this. 😍

So for now, to keep from idleness, we do one of the other favourite things to do on rainy days, which is to bake!

this is a brookie. i requested this.
you could tell why it’s called a brookie.
kurtos kalacs aka chimney cakes
still a delicious epic fail bake. i shall attempt again, someday, maybe.

Rain, rain, rain…🌧🌧🌧


Didn’t I hear a mild thunder? Or was it Mr. Pigeon on the roof?  


On a Sunday, you would wish to be comfy-clean and not sticky-sweaty.  Chillax!  Tomorrow is a work day.

And Lo,  I hear that drum and the sky is turning gray.  I look out and gave the sky a selfie!

Time now to do the Rain dance!

πŸ’ƒπŸ½πŸ‘―β˜οΈπŸŒ₯πŸŒ¦πŸŒ¦πŸŒ§β›ˆβ›ˆπŸŒ§β›ˆβ›ˆπŸŒ§πŸŒ§πŸ‘―πŸ’ƒπŸ½

Water for our land, please.

When you’re hanging on a string

…because you don’t trust your life vest!πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜³πŸ™„


Mental note:

Let it go (yup, just like Frozen!) β˜ƒ

Enough reminiscing, stop looking at your iPhone picsπŸ“±

Plan another trip🚍

Because there should be no regrets filling up your mind with inspirations πŸš€πŸŽ¨πŸΎ