Kyoto is hot and ancient; dusty with remnants of summer and hints of autumny winds. A lot of walking and a lot of trains, Japan is traditionally modern, efficient and bright. I an in an air-conditioned house, having had multiple cups of drinks: japanese ocha, juice, english tea with pink sugar cubes. Epileptic lights in the train stations make me giddy with childish silliness, converting currency and trying to absorb in some sort of fluidity.
There are bits of words that come in between sessions of walking under the sun with white sunglasses and no pen and paper, same goes for 9 hour plane rides and sleepy trains. I am somewhat resigned to the fact that I am here, in somewhere else, but not surprised or shocked (hoho japan has squatting toilets! and self heat toilet seats - is that even necessary?) but squashed a fragile position, cradled with delight and nervousness.
... and the damn call card I bought from the airport doesn't work. I knew it, Australia you conned me!
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