Finally in Japan. I’ve wanted to come here for such a long time. The first 24 hours have been quite tourist-y, seeing some sights and just walking and wondering. I’m heading down to Kyoto, Osaka and Hiroshima already tomorrow.

It’s pretty warm here, sure, but something in the light and in the air still tells one that it’s summer time – that the country has seasons and not just the perennial heat of the tropical Asia I’ve witnessed this far. I don’t have a reference point to other seasons in Tokyo, but even the hustle of the megalopolis seems to flirt with the idleness of a summer. It’s a wonderful feeling, feels much like home.