Harrowed, Hammered and Hungover in Hiroshima

 

THIS IS HOW I FEEL EVERY DAY IN JAPAN.

ESPECIALLY IN AND AROUND THE DORMS.

THIS IS HOW I FEEL EVERY DAY IN JAPAN.

ESPECIALLY IN AND AROUND THE DORMS.

I JUST HAD ONE OF THESE FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY.HOW GOOD ARE THEY.THOSE BLACKS BITS ARE CHOCOLATE.IT ACTUALLY TASTES LIKE HONEYDEW MELON. 

I JUST HAD ONE OF THESE FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY.

HOW GOOD ARE THEY.

THOSE BLACKS BITS ARE CHOCOLATE.

IT ACTUALLY TASTES LIKE HONEYDEW MELON. 

FURTHERMORE

Apparently mosquitoes prefer O blood type to any other, hence why I have been MARAUDED by them.

But the bits where I’ve been bitten have just SWOLLEN UP. I’ve scratched them a bit but not to the point where my body would ANAPHYLAXISE ITSELF.

NOT A WORD BUT THIS IS RATHER ABNORMAL.

AND A BIT WORRYING

I had all my jabs but STILL.

Also casually off to meditate at 6am with Buddhist priests in a place called Onomichi, and then go eat their famous ramen. I have to meet my boss in 5 hours. That being 5:40 am here.

I WILL ACHIEVE ZEN.

39 days

and counting until I leave Japan. CRISIS HAS BEGUN.

EVERYONE ELSE SEEMS TO HAVE GONE HOME ALREADY.

And just as much as I was the last to leave the first time, I am the last to leave again.

I’m so much more scared of going home than I was coming here. I FEAR I WON’T BE ABOUT TO REINTEGRATE. My tastes have changed, my attitude has changed, I constantly wonder how life will be when I return.

BUT I HAVE ONE NIGHT ONLY. IT WILL BE GRAND I’M SURE.

And then I shall uproot my life again to go to La France.

And then 4th year.

Where does time actually go.

I JUST WANT TO STAY FOREVER. I’M NOT READY TO LEAVE YET.


LIFE HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN.

and then this.

It’s all about sex, getting off, penises and big muscles.

Oh and transgender.