Hiroshima lies on the South coast of Japan and is now quite a trendy city despite it’s tragic past. As such, Phoebe and I, lord and lady of “the trend”, would settle in quite nicely. We took our residence in a log house – the brainchild of an artsy Japanese couple who had also decided that blinds obviously negatively affect the Feng Shui of the building despite the fact that it lights up to the brightness of the sun at 5am every morning.
When a place advertises itself as home of the best Octopus Balls in the world, I tend to try and give it as wider berth as possible. Unfortunately, I like a good deer park and aquarium so my hands were tied with regard to staying in Osaka. The majority of life here is present in the Dotonburi district – a magical place with giant octopi sitting atop of buildings and small eel ponds at the bottom of arcades. I even relented to the vibrant, enthusiastic feel of the place and purchased the aforementioned octopus balls. They tasted like a doughnut with a tentacle inside; make of that what you will.
Lots of love – Deer (The little shit stole my laptop and wrote the god damn post)
An all night flight stemming from Bali being lazy for a day resulted in us arriving at Tokyo ridiculously early. This, combined with a farcical check in time of 4pm resulted in us perching in a bagel shop for nearly two hours before starting to make our move towards the district we were staying in. Renting a pocket Wifi was both a blessing and a curse to me as we could now find out where we are without asking directions but unfortunately my Dad could ring me at even more inconvenient times throughout the day.
From Alec, Phoebe, Calum and a rather naive little pufferfish.
We are the first to admit that while Flores was nice (it wasn’t), we were quite (understatement) glad to be out of there. We even left a bit early to scout out the Australian Ibiza that is the island of Bali before my family and friends got there. Exploring Ubud was nice until Flores’ last revenge struck me down with Dengue Fever. I’m a brave man who never makes a fuss about anything (lol) but unfortunately three days bed-ridden with fever and then a rather unattractive rash spreading through my body (finishing off with my fingers and toes, sort of like a final “fuck you” from the mosquitoes) was not my idea of relaxation. Weaker men would have fallen, yet I, a titan of a fellow, got better in a few days with a combination of pills and greasy noodles.
A wart of a town sits on the side of Mount Kelimutu; it is called Moni. After traipsing up and down, we finally settled into one of the identical “eco-lodges with free wifi”. After finding no wifi and understanding that “eco” means without electricity, we located ourselves in the bar in town. I, the lexical genius, of course took down my dim-witted opponent in a game of scrabble despite such fabulous words as “cat” and “dog” coming from the opposing side (Phoebe).
I’m going to combine Bajawa and Ende into one post. Half a post each is generous for these towns but that’s just in my nature.