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Tokyo was everything that I expected. Small side streets. Amazing food. The culture shock was interesting. I've never been surrounded by so many people, but felt completely alone. I walked 20+ miles a day soaking it all in.
I was here as a day trip out of Tokyo. I met some Americans and went to a bar with tons of vinyl. Hearing Willie Nelson at a bar in Japan is a fun experience.
Beautiful. Slow. I saw a family at a bonfire as I was walking to get ramen that made my heart happy. Mt. Fuji made my heart happy. The slowness was much needed after a few days in Tokyo.
The "dirtiest" city I went to, but it would be the cleanest city in America. I went to the bars with a few Americans that I met. Interesting to say the least...
Huge. Osaka, Kyoto, and Nara all run together in my mind. I liked the bay, the food. I went to a bakery I saw on Instagram 5 years prior. It was worth the wait.
I need a redo. I had a blast walking around, but where is the "Old City"? I was hoping to see some more old stuff you know?
DEER!! That is all. Some tourists as well. Too many tourists in fact. Great little "hikes" and some amazing food!
My ferry landed here. It was a fun ride, but I am glad that I only stayed a day or so. I went to a church that had a goofy pastor that was helped by 3 little girls. Very funny. Maybe even more so because I couldn't understand anything.





























Powerful. This was the first "atomic stop". When I got off the shinkansen, I didn't know how to feel. Sorry? Embarrassed? Somber? I hadn't been stopped by anyone in Japan up until this point, but as soon as I got off the first tram an old lady came up with a big smile asking where I was from. Soon after, a man in a park flying a kite that said "PRAY FOR WORLD PEACE" yelled out to me, "Welcome to Nagasaki". I'm still not sure what to think.
The second "atomic stop". I liked Peace Park and the overall scenery in Nagasaki better, but the museum was much better here. The hypocenter memorial in a back alley right next to an apartment complex is such a strange experience. To stand where the bomb went off was wild. Seeing shadows of humans burned into wood was terrifying. What a strange juxtaposition from Omaha Beach, where I would be standing one month later.




