‘Scuse me while I get my wa wa’s out.
My last post was a bit long, and chalk full of uncomfortable feeling things. Sure, they were buried in allegorical stripper fog, but still, feelings…blech, right? Read more
I don’t really dream of travel.
Daydream, yes, but when I sleep, the REM vignettes usually involve choreographed knife-fights and lady sasquatches
…could be late night salsa binges, but rarely do I dream of travel.
So, I want to know your dream locale.
Even if you have multiple destinations, or, you’re one of the lucky people to have visited “The Spot”.
Where is it?
Maldives? Venice? New Zealand?
Where would you Roam About?
What would you do?
I want to know. -Mike
Early morning run through Akasaka area, first time running in a foreign country — a liberating, smile-inducing experience. Sun charges through revealing some lovely, veiled shrines. Run around the (unfortunately) walled Togu and Akasaka palace; ancient meets modernity, apartments against shrines; Palaces vs. McLaren Showrooms.
Roam About Momma didn’t raise no dummy, but damn Japanese toilets are confusing/intimidating as hell…
After a 10 1/2 flight from LA, decompression hits my guts like so much airline food as I make my way to the bathroom via customs.
Like Roam About Mike (aka RAM), I too have a love of travel and while he is off test-driving the urban legends of Japan: menus of plasic food, dance abilities of the guys from the Peter, Bjorn & John video ( Nothing to Worry About ) , nuclear reactor meltdown related monsters and the skirt length of Harajuku girls…. I thought I would send you a ramble. Read more