The first memorable movie that has been engrained in my head to this day is called My Neighbor Totoro. It was probably my first anime I’ve ever seen and I just remember from then on, my childhood has been surrounded by watching anime over actual cartoons. I know more classic 90s anime shows than I do American cartoons. I could blame the fact that my mom is Taiwanese so I was surrounded by all things Asian. This is actually probably true but I didn’t protest and complain about it, in fact I’m kinda glad things happened this way because I probably would have never grown an interest to travel as much as I have.
Living in Taiwan has given me this grand and splendid opportunity to travel throughout Asia, I wish I had gotten to travel more, or rather stop going to Hong Kong and voyage off to another part of Asia. But unfortunately, I love Hong Kong a little more than I should, seeing how I’ve been there three times within a year. But I did make a change from last weeks trip though. As I mentioned before, anime played a part of my life from my childhood all the way through high school. After high school my interests switched up and I became interested in arts, travel, and food. I finally got the chance to go to Japan.
I was thrilled when I bought my ticket to Japan. Two days before I went I was feeling restless, I was so excited I wasn’t thinking properly. Going to Japan was something that I held interest in for years. I’ve always been so close while living in Taiwan, yet so far away as the same time. But now though, having been there has been a dream come true. It was better than what I expected Japan to be. So much that I could actually see myself living there. While in Japan I was blessed by having a friend in Tokyo to take us and show us around. Thanks so much Wesley! I hope I’ll see you again soon!
I do plan on going back, hopefully within the next year. I do now have to make my way to Korea first though. But going back to Japan. While there, I had the most frustrating time there with the public transportation. It was so incredibly confusing in Tokyo. I though I was pretty good at getting around in foreign countries. Japan though…not the case. Its incredibly easy to get lost in the metros as well as the city itself. Paris is incredibly hard to get lost, as in Taipei. Barcelona, I didn’t have a problem either. Same with Bangkok and Chiang Mai, but that was because we were using a tuk-tuk the whole time in Thailand. But Tokyo….I had never been this frustrated when it came to public transportation until I got to Japan. There are about 3 or 4 different metro companies throughout Tokyo so you would have to transfer to another line. There are multiple stations within the same area…Safe to say was that by the end of our Tokyo trip, I was beginning to understand how the metros worked. If I was given another two weeks I would have mastered the metro systems there. Taipei’s MRT only took me a day. See the difference?! So frustrating.
But to make up for the frustration and stress from the metros, Tokyo had the most exquisite ramen I’ve ever had. Yes, exquisite. We ordered the ramen in front of the store through a vending machine. From there you’ll be given a ticket which then you can proceed into the restaurant. This here got even more cool! Ever customer had their own stall at a bar table which no eye contact would be made among the customers as well as the waiters and waitresses.
There was just a call button, that if you wanted your bill they’d take it. Other than that you see the small bamboo screen roll up and a pair of hands holding a nice hot bowl of ramen carefully place it on the table in front of you. I know I talk about food in my posts a lot, and that goes to show how much I love and adore food. But I have to say once again. That was the best ramen I’ve ever had. And it came from a freaking vending machine. Kind of.
The broth wasn’t too salty. The noodles were cooked perfectly the way I like it. It was so nicely seasoned and even for someone who typically doesn’t eat pork, I can see why my friend Monica, who is Japanese-American adores pork. Pork had never tasted so good before. My brother even offered to eat my pieces which I vehemently denied him. I thought I liked Japanese food before, now its not the case. I love it. I’m sorry Thailand….but Japanese food just replaced you on my list of favorite cuisines.
I feel that I should continue on with this post…but I’m going to annoyed the readers by talking about food rather than the experience. I promise I’ll talk more about the trip itself next post.
PS: OKONOMIYAKI IS THE BEE’S KNEES!