Respite

photo of a white plate with salmon, potatoes, and green beans, knife and fork

We’ve been travelling for less than two weeks and I feel the need for some breathing space from the festive dining and drinking but also from the continuous forward momentum that travel involves.

St John Restaurant

So here we are, metres from a legend outside his original restaurant. It’s like seeing Father Christmas himself, albeit in a bright navy pinstripe suit, white shirt, red socks, brown…

Tokyo Part Five

photo of a narrow street with lots of signs all in Japanese

The technology that I’ve really noticed altering how I experience travel is Google Maps and Google Translate. Google Translate has made this Tokyo trip unlike any other.

If you’re still going from the night before, a konbini will sell you a clean t-shirt, a charge pack for your phone, cosmetics, deodorant, and breakfast supplies such as onigiri, a quintessential egg sando, tea or coffee in all permutations. If you plan to continue the party, you could opt for beer/shochu/whiskey and an armload of fried treats to keep you fuelled.

Tokyo Part Three

photo of a street drain lid in Japan with two cartoon figures

I’ve encountered much thoughtful design since we’ve been here, from space-efficient hotel rooms to clever car parking solutions and beautiful glassware that you long to hold in your hand.

Tokyo Part Two

photo of a small restauarant with an older Japanese man sitting on a stool looking at his phone

I do have a bit of a wish list when it comes to food I want to eat here: chawanmushi, ramen, lots of raw fishy delights, yakitori till I can’t yakitori no more, mori-soba, pork katsu curry, omurice and so it goes on.

Tokyo Bound

photo of a tray of food in little bowls and plates

New cities can sometimes feel familiar. Is it the way the streets are laid out? The trees that line these streets? The cafes and bars that spill onto the streets?

On travelling and returning home

photo from the cable car from Roosevelt Island new york city

As a traveller, I knowingly and actively cultivate my role an outsider. I eavesdrop on conversations in cafes or on public transport.

Dawn Train to Copenhagen

Jet trails scar the pale sky above. It’s before dawn and we’re onboard a train making our way towards Copenhagen from Amsterdam. It wasn’t as difficult to get out of bed at 5.30am as I thought I might be. There’s a certain child-like excitement about travelling to a new country.

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