We hopped off the bullet train at Tokyo station, submerging into a heap of human traffic. Weaving our way up to the surface, we knocked our enormous Patagonia backpacks into innocent salarymen. Kanji splayed every street sign. Not a lick of English anywhere. At the nearest bookstore, we butchered out chizu from the English-Japanese phrasebook. The shop-owner sputtered out directions in Japanese and pointed to the back. My boyfriend purchased a bilingual map and led us north. For thirty minutes, we circled and twined and somehow returned to the same bookstore. I snatched the map. Across the front said OSAKA.
Sandra James
19/5/2023 10:17:54 am
Ouch! Although I suspect there are quite a few who've done similar in their own countries :)
Sue Clayton
20/5/2023 06:10:22 am
A lesson in basic Japanese might not have gone astray. Comments are closed.
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