This trip was great. We rode on or in planes, taxis, pick-up trucks, buses, vans, bullet trains, skytrains, commuter trains, subways, trams, an elephant, a bamboo raft, bumboats, tuk tuks, motos, and bicycles. We visited castles, shrines, temples, ruins, statues, mosques, markets, memorials, parks, museums, and gardens. We ate everything, from the Keiseki to the yakitori, from five-star restaurant to zero-star street vendor, and from early-morning sushi to stir-fried chicken cartilage. We got lost, especially in Japanese train stations. We goofed around in a ryokan. We got weird in an onsen. We brought the peanut-butter-jelly dance far and wide. We challenged and sometimes dominated locals in Street Fighter 2 and Connect 4. We had san beeru. We found epic city views. We saw strange modern art. We went to birthday parties. We played bizarre video games. We karaoked. We stayed up all night with the cool kids in
Does that all sound good to you? Me too! In short, we had a lot of fun.
For everything I am greatly indebted to my companions in my travels. Kennon was a great partner in crime for the entire trip. He somehow managed to be a true student of our travel books while also occasionally opening himself to venturing away from the recommendations found in those pages. I knew from our time in
There is something to be said for decontextualizing oneself, being in a place unfamiliar and strange, even if for only a short time. For me, it makes me notice more about the world because heightened consciousness is necessary just to operate in such an environment. I have to examine every detail, and consider what would otherwise be taken for granted. When traveling I search for understanding of other places and cultures, but in this way somehow I learn most about myself. And there is so much to see. These are some of the reasons I recognize my extreme privilege that I may go on these trips.
Tonight I fly to


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the picture of you with your stache reminds me an awful lot of some pictures of my dad in his late teens and early twenties. he rocked a sexy stache in grad school.
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