If we are anything like them, we should all be endowed with internal glow and immense grace for all to see 😌
Photos from Osaka Aquarium Kaiyukan
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 👨🏼✈️
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 🤤🙄😝
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? 👓👀
Funny, I did not find anyone wearing correctional glasses and no one has white hair. Working shoes were always shiny and clean 👞. Seriously 😂
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.
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.
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.
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 🙂. 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.
3) Taken from the Shinkansen 🚅. 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 🤣)
5) It’s fun if you pretend you’re in the Amazing Race (applicable to point 1) 😆
6) I did my best to catch them all…
7) I haven’t had enough of the food in this city. Just need to go back 😩.
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 😉) 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 😴 ⛈
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!