It was hot when we were in Japan in May. To be out sightseeing and climbing up hills to temples and shrines wasn’t easy no matter how many iced soy matcha lattes with cat and moustache cup options there were there when you got back down. Why is the soy milk so creamy there? Why was matcha not making me gag? (clue: I don’t know. Japan is magic.) I still went and saw whatever I wanted to see and laid low writing postcards in my neighbourhood cute coffee shop in the afternoon when it was peak-vacation naptime in Kyoto….
I’m the type of travel nerd that gets giddy when things run on time, when people stand in queues non-ironically, when there is an unashamed display of pickled food and when I see kawaii at the most unexpected places like the post office. I get excited with innovation and smitten with unusual ways of doing mundane things. It was a no-brainer that I would fall head-over-heels in love with Japan and yet, I had no idea about any of it….