Missing Japan lately. I spent a year there, largely in a drunken stupor, 2006-2007. In my incoherent travels (hung-over hours spent on the shinkansen, the rattling country trains, smelly busses and ferries) I was lucky enough to bump into some wonderful people. Naturally, I also bumped into a larger than average number of arseholes, but those people slip from memory - the good people stand out.

Belting out karaoke classics; climbing up the mountains around hiroshima; eating spectacular supermarket sushi; feeding awful tacoyaki to falcons; nabe parties on island cities; rollercoasters; observations weels; more temples than you can poke a stick at; fireworks; late night chatting over a bottle; sleeping on the floors of people you hardly know; trying to find a common language when english and japanese are not options; onsen; nama; Okonomiaki.

I'd love to pack my bags one day, leave everything of my Australian life behind for a week or two and go back. Sleep on floors, party, draw and hang out doing nothing but talking until you realize that the night is over and you've not slept a wink. Maybe one day I'll do that. Hope there's still room on friends' floors.

Drink a bit less, this time... maybe.