Sapporo Snow

-I love Mr. Donut.
-Snow is so much more beautiful when it’s a surprise.
-Japanese Beer is life changing!

So, we took a day to travel from Tokyo to Hokkaido.
Caught a very fast and comfortable train to the airport. Took a very short and comfortable plane trip. Then another train or two, and we arrived in Susukino, Sapporo.

Hokkaido is the northernmost island of Japan. It’s also the least developed, so boyfriend added it to our list in the hopes of finding history, culture, and beer!

We arrived in the afternoon, had some chow, and headed in for a movie night.

For dinner we stopped at a little restaurant the smelt noodly and promised Gyoza.

It wasn’t until we had already stepped into the restaurant that we realised that we had to order our dinner via a vending machine!!
Boyfriend and I were a little nervous at first. You had to pay and select your meals from the vending machine, then you were given tickets to pass along to the chefs.
I think we managed out first attempt without looking to stupid or foreign. Maybe…

The food was great! And quick! And we accidentally (on purpose) ordered a few too many Gyoza!

There was a quick pit stop at Daiso, a Japanese $3 store, where we bought ALL OF THE CANDY!!
It was here that I had my chance to introduce boyfriend to my favourite addiction: Pocky!!
(We even found sweet potato flavoured Pocky – and it’s the fuckin’ best!!)

On out way back to the hotel, we stopped for crepes. It was Boyfriend’s first crepe, and his tiny mind was BLOWN!
My crepe had a whole slice of cheesecake, and ice cream inside it!

I discovered a little donut store on the corner of our street. The shop was called Mr. Donut, and we became fast friends! (I’d wink, but I’m too fat now…)

The travel had totally zonked us out, so we snuggled in the bed and watched a romantic movie – The Departed.
(God we love that movie so much.)

For our first proper day in Sapporo, Boyfriend and I headed to the Sapporo beer museum.
I thought to myself, “you’re such a fabulous girlfriend. This is going to be so boring, but you’re doing because you love him soooooo much”.

As Boyfriend and I stepped out of Sapporo station, we were instantly struck with the cold.
Tokyo had been fairly warm, and this was our first taste of Japanese winter.
We stopped to figure out our route, when suddenly I felt something small and cold land on my face.

I looked over and saw a little white fleck on the Boyfriends face.
We both looked up and suddenly realised, it had started to snow!!!
The two of us whirled around, searching for those sweet white spots as they fell gently to the ground.
It felt like magic.

As quickly as it started, the snow stopped. So we set off.
We walked from Sapporo station to the museum. In hindsight, we should have rented some bikes from the station. The walk was long, boring, chilly, and grey.

When we found the museum, it stood out like a beacon of colour and warmth. Boyfriend and I were both very excited to see the Sapporo Star.

The museum was EXCEPTIONALLY FUN!! And I was completely stunned.
I mostly hate beer. I try to drink it, due to a feeling of Australian inadequacy (teenagers can be assholes). But I pretty much hate it.
So when we talked about visiting the museum, I was sure it would be a total snore fest.

The museum was free to visit, it had a really useful English exhibition guide, and the museum staff were exceptionally sweet.
And the exhibitions were AMAZING!!
Large scale and beautiful!

After the exhibitions, there is a basement beer tasting hall where you can sit, eat nuts, and drink ALL THE BEERS!!
I LOVE Japanese beer. It’s light, the flavours are delicate, and it’s very easy to drink.

Boyfriend and I decided to stop at the Sapporo Beer Museum Beer Hall, so we heading back into the chilly outside.

While dawdling and photographing, we noticed those magical white flakes tumbling past our noses.
This time the snow flurried around us for nearly 10 minutes!
I twirled around like a little girl, while boyfriend tried to catch the flakes on his hand. It was completely glorious!!

After the flurry, was the beer hall.
There was more beer, and freshly grilled snacks of chicken and salmon.
Yumbo Jumbo!

After the beer museum, and before the heavens could open upon us, Boyfriend and I went back to the hotel.
We spent some time warming up, before heading once more into the fray.

There was a fab looking Izakaya restaurant across from the hotel, where Boyfriend and I ate ourselves completely silly.
This restaurant was our first opportunity to eat at the old school, Japanese kneeling tables.
Boyfriend and I quickly decided that our knees were not meant for this level of Tom foolery.

After dinner we took a stroll, and had our first experience in a Japanese gaming arcade!
ALL OF THE LIGHTS!! And the music and the dance machines!!

Boyfriend and I found a hilarious Zombie shooting game, where an all Girl Jap-Pop group has been turned into zombies. You have to shoot them so they can come back to life. I think inevitably they sing a song and the town stops being zombified, but Boyfriend and I were laughing too hard to do very well.

All arcades in Japan have games devoted to playing the Taiko.
Taikos are the great big Japanese drums.
Boyfriend and I played one of these games and, despite the sweating and palpitations, it’s now one of my favourite video games ever.

Once we reached the hotel, we popped our exhausted little selves to bed.

Sweet Leo, on his period

Sweet Leo, on his period

Boyfriend and I, just before our first snow

Boyfriend and I, just before our first snow

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Harrajuku? Kawaii not?!!

**sorry for the delay in posts!!
**sorry (not sorry) for the title pun!!

-Doutor is a friend to the Melbournian
-Everything sings here! It’s AWESOME!
-All rubbish bins in Japan are Ninjas // Rubbish bins are extremely hard to find (ANYWHERE!!)

I woke up giddy.
Today was the day.

Today was the day that I would visit my Disney Land.
(No, I don’t mean Tokyo Disney Land)

Today I was going to… HARRAJUKUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!

I have been dreaming of visiting Harrajuku for over a decade.
The Kawaii fashion, the confidence and flair those Japanese trend setters!
SQWEEEEEE!!!

As an extremely awkward and insecure teenager (who grew into a similarly awkward and insecure adult), I idolised the Kawaii fashionistas for their daring.
I wanted (want) to be the kind of person who could wear whatever, and be whatever they like!!

I may, or may not, have jumped on the boyfriend to wake him. Like a kid on Christmas!

We headed into Shinjuku, and we stopped for a coffee at a local Duotor.
Duotor is a cafe chain that, thankfully, makes not terrible coffee!

Coffee in Japan is….. black. Or with very sweet milk. Or with cream, and caramel, and sprinkles, and and and and…

However, Duotor has soy milk, and it delivers a coffee that is absolutely drinkable.
(I would give it a Melbournian C – because I am a wanker.)

Our first stop for the day was Tokyo.
Boyfriend and I were expecting a bustling metropolis. (A Shinjuku on steroids, if you will.) However, it was quiet, pristine, and almost all business.

We walked to the Chiyoda gardens, in search for the Tokyo Imperial Palace.
Unfortunately, the Palace was undergoing renovations, so we didn’t get to see it properly.
We took a few quick snaps of Nijubashi bridge, and started walking again.

Sadly, we walked completely the wrong way for any of the pretty parts of the imperial gardens. (Like a boss!!)

Boyfriend and I were both a little disappointed by the mornings findings. However, our spirits were bolstered with talk of Harrajuku!

We caught two trains from Tokyo to Harrajuku.
It was on this trip that I realised that EVERY train, as it arrives and departs, is announced with an adorable little melody!
The melodies change from station to station, and sometime with the different types of trains!
It made me feel like we were being followed by fairies with a tiny glockenspiel!

We arrive at Harrajuku station.
I was expecting a FEAST for the eyes from our very first step.
I was very disappointed to see a normal looking station, full of normal looking people, hurrying to and from normal life-y things.
I was a little heart broken.

On the other hand, Boyfriend was already on the hunt.
My boyfriend is a sneaker hunter, and he had his eye on a limited release Nike that would never see the shores of Australia.
Boyfriend dragged my depressed carcass from shop to shop. And shortly, with his lack of success, he developed a matching mood to mine.

We decided to dine, and we hit up the Heiroku Zushi sushi train.
This a pretty well-known sushi destination, full of decadent morsels and cheeky twists on classic combinations! (Highly recommend the Avocado Double Shrimp!)

This was Boyfriends first experience with sushi train, and he took to it like a duck to water! The meal cheered us up, and we started furiously googling.
Boyfriend found new hunting spots, and I discovered the Laforet Mall (aka Kawaii Mecca!).

Like intrepid adventurers, we set off once again!
On our way we found Kiddy Land, a four floor toy store.
I completely lost my shit at all the cuteness. Boyfriend kindly allowed me to drag him through Snoopy world, Hello Kitty town, and Sailor Moon heaven! He even had a pretty good time in the Star Wars section!!!

After Kiddy Land, Boyfriend and I parted ways. He continued the hunt, and I went skipping off towards Laforet.

I had crepes with ice cream, I gawked at things I couldn’t afford, and I squealed at all the fluffy/bling/retro/futuristic things. But most importantly, I found the Kawaii community!!
The skirts, the corsets, the hair clips, the colours!!

Boyfriend returned, once again foiled, and with waning enthusiasm.
My joy and his despair did not like each other. But we kept on strolling.
We headed to Harrajuku street.

I tried to give Boyfriend a pep talk.
(It was only somewhat effective.)
We thought we would give it one last try.
In the last sneaker store, under a ray of celestial light (with angelic choirs singing around us {this might be a little hyperbolic}) we found the legendary sneakers.

They were destined for him! Exactly the right style, exactly the right size.
We bought them instantly!

We spent the last few hours happily skipping from shop to shop.
Boyfriend took me to a little burger and beer vendor for dinner, and we headed home like victorious warriors.

I LOVE YOU HARRAJUKU!!

Cute wink, cheeky "girl".

Cute wink, cheeky “girl”.

My Man, My Mountain, and Me.

Notes

Blog 3

-Soy milk is tricky
-Mountains can be adorable
-Better the lakes you never knew

On our first full day in Japan, boyfriend and I awoke with and adrenaline fuelled excitement. Probably coming from our complete exhaustion.

We looked out of the window of our sweet little abode. The sky was glorious and clear. It was definitely a sign from the universe – we had to see Mt. Fuji, TODAY!

We did a little research, and we decided to view the magnificent mountain from the Fuji Five Lakes district. Boyfriend and I would visit lake Kawaguchiko, which promised beautiful views of Fuji and a rustic town to traipse through.
(We were not disappointed!!)

Boyfriend and I set off from our apartment, seeking adventure and caffeine.
We stopped at a little coffee shop, and successfully ordered a soy latte for my lactose intolerant travel mate.
(Be warned, soy milk is not always available at cafes in Japan.)

From Shinjuku station we caught a looong train to a little town called Otsuki.
Otsuki was an adorable little spot to stretch our legs, smell the country air, and buy train snacks.

There was one more train ride awaiting before we would reach Kawaguchiko, and the train that arrived was absolutely adorable.
A string of cartoon Fuji’s was painted on the sides of the train. Each little mountain showed a different feeling and personality. These little caricatures made me feel instantly connected to the mountain, and I jumped on the train with nervous longing to meet our new mountain friend.

We reached Kawaguchiko, with no real idea of where to go to find Fuji.
We wandered forward, past tiny shops, little wooden houses, and trees that were changing from green to orangey-red.

We stumbled upon lake Kawaguchiko, and my heart literally fluttered. The lake is surrounded by Japanese maples, all of which were flaming red. which gave the lake a beautiful crimson border. Boyfriend and I celebrated our discovery with ice-cream and hundreds of photos.

I had heard that Kawaguchiko was home to a “Music Forest”, which was said to showcase a number of historic European and Japanese Music Boxes. I was very keen to see it, so I dragged my sweet boy on a 30 minute walk to the other-side of the lake.

On our walk we caught our first glimpses of Fuji. The mountain had been shrouded with mist and cloud, until suddenly the snowy peak and the iridescent sun started peering their way through.
It was magical to behold, the sun gave the peak a blazing and mystical quality. The two of us were stopped in our tracks.
We celebrated with thousands of photos, and gasping. (I was mainly responsible for the gasping…)

Then we found the Music Forest.
Boy oh boy….

The Music Forest was a small theme park devoted to Japans love of music boxes. There was incessant tinkling soundtrack, a man made lake (complete with swan), and three small exhibition halls – painted in pastels and gold.

Despite our first impressions, it was actually, adorably fun. (Or adorably tolerable for my sweet travel buddy.) They had the music box that was destined for the Titanic (thankfully it wasn’t completed before the ship set sail), and the worlds largest French Fair Ground Organ.

After the somewhat surprising experience at the Music Forest, Boyfriend and I began our journey home. We both stared at Fuji for as long as we could. The mountain that felt like our new best friend.

When we arrived back in Shinjuku, the bellies were rumbling.
We tried to find a special Udon restaurant, but we were bested poor english translations of Japanese addresses.
However, our disappointment lead to delight as our confused wanderings lead us to a tiny little noodle place -down an alley, and an alley, and an alley.

The restaurant was TINY! It would sit 10-12 people MAX.
The kitchen sat in the centre of the room, and was surrounded by a bench and stools. The ladies in the kitchen (who knows how they got in there!), kindly assisted us in ordering Machine Gun Noodles with grilled chicken, and a bowl of steaming Ramen. It was amazing. So tasty. It was exactly what our tired, achey bodies were looking for.

When we reached the apartment we quickly fell into a deep and happy sleep.

Gorgeous Fujisawa EVERYWHERE!!

Gorgeous Fujisawa EVERYWHERE!!

So. Much. Tinkling.

So. Much. Tinkling.

Our first day in Wonderland

Notes;
-Shinjuku smells like sweet baked goods
-Until you get a wiff of sewerage
-Everyone is extremely kind and patient

So! We hopped off our plane and stumbled sleepily through Japanese customs. As part of your entry into Japan, they take a photo of you and a copy of the finger prints from both your index fingers!! It felt a little futuristic!

Once out of customs we headed towards the train. We stopped by a small booth called Xcomm, where we’re purchased a little portable, prepaid wifi router. (This tiny little device would soon become our very best friend!!)

We spent an eternity in a queue waiting to have our Japan Rail Passes activated. Then we finally got on the train towards Tokyo and Shinjuku.

The train was our first opportunity to see Japan. We travelled through country, suburbia, and city. The country areas were WAY more built up than we expected. And the cities were greener than we could have ever imagined. It feels like everything is surrounded by forests and paddocks in Tokyo!!

Shinjuku, at a first (and tired) impression, is pretty overwhelming. Advertising everywhere, people bustling to and fro. Our tired little brains were completely overstimulated, so we took ourselves to lunch.

Our first Japanese meal was lovely, if a little nerve wracking. All of the restaurants in Shinjuku were either up or down some very narrow stairs, which would have been très amusant with our suitcases.
We found a restaurant with an elevator, and we ventured down into a basement level. Boyfriend and I garbled some Japanese at the waiter, who sweetly sat us in a little booth, and brought us some menus in English. (Thank fuck!)

Over lunch we played the Not-So-Fun game of “Holy shit! We can’t find our apartment on Apple Maps!”. But thankfully our host was ready and waiting with links and helpful hints to send us.

We stumbled our way from Shinjuku to Nishi-Shinjuku, while managing to miss all the the major sights along the way. (Winning!)
We squeezed through a narrow back alley, with tiny little houses bumping against large apartment buildings. When we finally we found our apartment. We dropped our suitcases, flopped on the bed, and held each other.
Our poor exhausted everythings.

After a short rest, we headed into the late afternoon seeking sights, and sounds, and more foods!!
Not far from our new digs, we found Shinjuku Chuo Park.

The stillness in this park was confounding.
Less than 10 minutes away from the hustle of Shinjuku station. Across the street from the government sector. Somehow Chuo Park was the picture of tranquility.
The trees were still all green, and the afternoon light gave them a shadowy softness. The ambling walking paths would lead you to small shrines, sculptures, or viewing spots.

Boyfriend and I discovered an amphitheater, that was full of life.
One group was playing basket ball, a young boy was practicing his soccer, small children played on the Stoney wall, a young crew practiced their dance moves, all while an elderly man practiced a shakey version of ‘Oh Danny Boy’ on the saxophone.

Looming over this scene was the Shinjuku Government building.
Like something out Metropolis, this magnificent building was huge and regal and awe inspiring.
We wandered through the silent bridges that lead into the government section.

We ping-ponged around Shinjuku for a while. Every building was ablaze with light, all the people were laughing and bustling around us.

We had a little dinner, we wandered back to the apartment, and we chattered excitedly about all of our discoveries. We slept like happy little children on Christmas Day, with full bellies and big plans.

So much bigger in real life

So much bigger in real life

In the air again

Hello blog! I have missed you so!
Guess where I am? I’m in JAPAN!!
AAAAND I finally have a travel buddy! My sweet boyfriend and I have set off on a short sweet adventure.

My travel bug was giving me some serious itch. I’d spent the last 24 months resettling in Melbourne, and surviving a number of personal traumas. Around the 18 month mark I was getting terrible pangs of “staying in one place” pains.

Also Boyfriend had never travelled before (outside of some family trips to Fiji), and I was desperate to begin his initiation into traveler-hood.

After months of saying “we should book some flights soon…” the two of us finally frustrated ourselves into action. And this is why we now find ourselves on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

The instant our flights were booked, both of our lives felt suddenly re-energised. Moments of joy were heightened. Feelings of sadness could be tamed with a single word – Japan.

We have flown into Narita, and our itinerary is Tokyo – Sapporo – Osaka – Kyoto – Tokyo.
I have been dreaming of Harrajuku and Kawai fashion since I was a teenager. Boyfriend and his family have been enchanted by the traditional Japanese carvings and earthenware for generations.

Well, enough with the introductions, ON WITH THE SHOW!

In serious need of sleep and sushi!

In serious need of sleep and sushi!

The Perpetual Motion Steph

After being COMPLETELY BRUTALISED in my massage at Hong Kong airport; I am now happily sitting in my plane to Melbourne (FUCKIN’YEAH!) and I’m feeling like writing again. Yay!

So, back to Salzburg:

Sunday November 11th

For my final full day in Salzburg, Karen and I needed a little sleep in. (Lolz, self-inflicted.) But after a lovely morning of snoozing and giggly remembrances of our hilarious evening, we decided to climb the Monchberg.

It was such a lovely walk.
A gentle slope, covered with golden trees and surrounded by the cold, bright views of Salzburg.
We stopped for a coffee, atop the mountain, at the Modern Art Museum before wandering back down the mountain and towards the warmth of home.

Back at Karen’s, we sat down to a traditionally Viennese lunch of meats and cheese and load bearing crackers.
Mega Yums.

We rested, watched Tripod vs the Dragon, made green curry for dinner and tried to soak up the last of our time together.

Monday November 12th

I woke up way too early and couldn’t force myself back to sleep.
I felt head-achey and I was dripping with exhaustion.
I went to have a shower and discovered the beginnings of a coldsore.
I tried to finish packing but my luggage refused to close. I had to unpack and repack 3 times.
URGH!!

I was so very sad to think of leaving. I didn’t want to say good bye to Karen, I didn’t want to say goodbye to Salzburg and I didn’t want to enter into the final stage of my trip.
However, with flights to catch and classes to attend, Karen and I were forced to say farewell.
I cried all the way to the train station.

I got to W.A. Mozart airport, boarded my flight to London, landed, caught the train into town and waited for my lovely cousin to find me at Victoria Station.
By this point, my lip had swollen like a bee sting and my spirits were at an all time low.
When I saw my cousin Tina’s happy, shining face greeting me at the station, I could barely comprehend it.

Tuesday November 13th.

I could barely get out of bed. I spent the day watching comedy central, treating my lip, eating Vegemite toast, and feeling sorry for myself.
I watched the latest season of Dr. Who, in one sitting (CRYFORTHEPONDS). Not the best way to stabilize my mood.
Thank god for Tina and her lovely family for showering me with love.

Wednesday November 14th.

I couldn’t believe it, but I woke up feeling worse!!
I was SO FRUSTRATED!!! I didn’t want to waste what precious little time I had left, sitting on the couch watching 90’s sitcom reruns.
And what was worse, I was missing out on my final days with Yolande!!

In a state of frenzy, I collected all my grumpy energy and sent myself into the local high street for vitamins and tea tree oil.

Thankfully, by the end of the day, I had started to recover and the world seemed a little brighter.

I’ll leave this blog here. The next blog will detail my final days of travel, and I promise they were much happier.

Pictured – The views from Monchberg, the beautiful river running through Salzburg and the mascot for my adventures through Salzburg – Mr. Spazzy Horse.

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Back on Track

Hey babies!!

Now that I am on my way home, I finally have enough energy and time to write more blogs.
YAY!!

Unfortunately; the day I had to leave Salzburg, I started getting really ill. By the time I was in London, I had a massive cold sore, a terrible migraine and furious fists to shake at the universe.
It took me two days to be well enough to get up and do anything. Then I spent my final days running around like a crazy lady, trying to cram in as much London as I could manage in the short time I had left.

But right now, I’m sitting on my flight to Hong Kong, I’m waiting for my pain killers to kick in and I got that ‘writing feeling’.

SO, let’s finish my stories from Salzburg…
(Jesus, I’m so disorganized.)

Friday November 9th

Karen had a busy day of classes, so I got to luxuriate in bed for a while.
Lovely.
With my free morning, I headed into My Indigo for a long, lazy brunch.
Winning.

To my lucky luck, Samanta was coming to Salzburg for a signing lesson on Saturday(!!) so I soon had a friend to wander through town with!!
Our reunion was INCREDIBLY SQUEALY!! We found each other on a bridge, the barriers of which are coated with padlocks left by lovers seeking that illusive ‘forever’.
The two of us walked through the older part of town, taking in the historic buildings and tiny shops.
Note: Shopping in Salzburg is pretty ‘spensy’.

Karen finished her classes and came to find Sam and I.
Karen and Sam had never really met before but, after hearing me blather incessantly about how much they would like each other, their meeting was pretty Sqwee-filled.

Moments after the girls had their official meeting, I officially met the most gorgeous pair of shoes ever!!!!!!!!!!(OMG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me be clear, these shoes are in NO WAY built to be particularly successful at the walking activity.
But they are so gorgeous. I WAS INCAPABLE OF SAYING THE NO WORD!!!!
(Sam and Karen, as rational women who aren’t as massively effected by gender stereotypes as I am, sat patiently as I lost the power of speech while trying on the shoes of glory/death.)

After shoes, the three of us checked out the Korean restaurant that was built into the Mozarteum. It was mightily tasty.
(Question: why don’t all universities come with Korean restaurants?)
Then the three of us rendezvoused with two of Karen’s new school friends and we went to see the new Bond Movie.
The movie was ….. very Bond. (Not a Bond fan, please forgive.) But Kiandra and Claire (Karen’s lovely new friends) were super gorgeous and fun.

Saturday November 10th

Karen, having only been in Salzburg for a month or so, still had a million little things to do in her quest to become a TRUE Salzburgian. So, she went and ran crazy-frustrating errands while I played tourist for the day.

I wandered back into the old part of town and found a tiny street market full of tasty pretzels, tacky souvenirs and a fucking legit Oompah band. Complete with liederhosen!

I decided to spend my morning within the cold stone walls of the Hohensalzburg fortress, where I found some of the most spectacular views I have EVER seen. After her voice lesson, Sam came to find me at the fortress and we wandered around the eerie courtyards and through a tiny museum devoted to this LITERALLY impregnable fortress. (Seriously, it was never taken by force. Never.)

Sam and I headed back into town, and waddled exhaustedly towards Karen and the Augustiner Brewery.
Originally, this brewery was built and run by an ancient order of Augustinian monks. It was established in 1612 but has EXPLODED into a mahoosive beer hall, with 5 separate halls for tables and an entire alley devoted to tasty food/slabs of meat.

Sam, Karen and I successfully conquered a litre and a half of beer each. (YESS!)
Then, like responsible adults, we three skipped through the darkened streets and delivered Samanta (only slightly sozzled) to the train station for her onward journey to Paris.

Down a team member, but not deterred, Karen and I went whirling through the streets again seeking our next Salzburgian experience.
K took me to a tiny, crowded bar FULL of students that specialized in crazy flavored beers. We drank chocolate beer and mango beer while we marveled at our good fortune to find ourselves in Salzburg and to have friends such as we.

Karen, with rumbling tumbly, took me “The best Kebabs in Salzburg”. (I have been ruined for all future kebabs, stupid Berlin being the best at everything!!!)
I accidentally made friends with the chefs by making fun of their trashy music, which Karen found hilarious, and the four of us briefly held a conversation consisting of “kangaroo?” (giggle) “kangaroo.” (more giggle) “KANGAROO!!” (EXPLOSIONS OF GIGGLE!!).

We began to saunter home. Karen nommed her kebab. I enjoyed the twinkling skyline in the rapidly running river. (Ooh! Sexy alliteration!)
The whole experience was just gorgeous.

Around the corner from Karen’s apartment, K spotted a gigantic pile of leaves. (Now, anyone who has met Karen would know that the woman is incapable for letting autumn leaves lay.) So, naturally, she THREW herself into the leaves and immediately started making ‘Leaf Angels’.
This completely crippled me with laughter.
I took some sneaky photos, then I flopped to the ground as well.
What a wonderful city. What wonderful friend. How wonderful it felt to be.

Alright kiddies, I’ve landed in HK and i’ma run to my nearest massage.
SEE YOU ALL SO SOON!!!
Xx

Pictured – One of the views from the fortress, one of the creepy courtyards, a crazy display of armor in the tiny museum.

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