Category Archives: Tokyo

Magic words

Unusual noises attract attention.  New words seem especially important; they are valuable weapons in my 35-year-old war against being misunderstood. Advertisements

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Here comes the clouds

Purple petals are sparkling with raindrops.  My socks are sweating inside my shoes.  A warm clot of cloud has come to stay – a leaking, tin-coloured roof that hangs over each day. Tsuyu (the rainy season) has officially begun, 10 days … Continue reading

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Sando knows no rules

The Japanese attitude to sando (sandwiches) constantly astonishes me.  There seems to be an almost wilful ignorance of the ancient laws of sandwich making.  The traditional sandwich structure in Japan is mocked; it`s a fun food to be played with, a relic of a … Continue reading

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Teetering on Tokyo`s edge

The lady in the brown cardigan and I were matching each other stride for stride.  For an awful moment, it looked like she might overtake me in our rush to get to the station.  In the end, I only won by an elbow. … Continue reading

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One of Tokyo`s weeds

When I was 3-years-old, I used to follow my granddad around the garden pushing a plastic wheelbarrow.  We worked as a team.  He pulled out the weeds; I pulled out the flowers. I still retain that 3 year-old knowledge of the … Continue reading

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Scattered mind saved by pink and pig

Thousands pink petals sat in a queue on the Kanda river waiting to be washed out to sea.  Many stubbornly refused to follow the flow of water, strong gusts of wind were blowing them back towards Inokashira lake. The pink pile-up attracted a … Continue reading

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Smothered in pink

All credit to them, the cherry blossoms have performed sensationally this hanami season.  Even when up against it, battling the pouring rain and freezing Siberian winds, the big lads in pink tops have oozed class.  Hats off to them.

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