Stumbled upon a bar in Asakusa. The owner was as personal and interesting as the design and décor of the bar that he created himself. A transportation to another existence, just fifteen metres away from the main street. A unique experience that was beyond words, but I made a good job of putting it into words anyway.

A significant detour from the usual travel writing. This one's personal. It’s about the long, messy process of trying to figure out what’s going on in your head. Then figuring it out again. And then accepting that maybe you’ll keep having to. Because some things aren’t meant to be solved, just better understood.

Chatting from the barbershop chair about something that transcends every language, a topic understood in every corner of the world.

A surprisingly aggressive visit to Nara Park, where I learned fast that the deer stop being polite the second you're out of crackers.

Travel with me to a cosy corner of Osaka where I witness a master at work. A small pizzeria with astounding food and delightfully cheap and tasty wine. Travel blogging around the best places to eat in Japan is what dreams are made of.

A cafe that has impeccably stood the test of time, allowing you to travel to past generations all whilst serving stellar sandos.

A small izakaya restaurant and it’s fabulous owner welcomed us in; we were soon best friends with her and the other patrons. Through Google Translate and broken English, we had the a night to remember.

A fantastic skin-fade, the first sip of whiskey I’ve ever enjoyed and another egg-mayo sandwich from FamilyMart. Every single aspect of life here is done with exquisite precision.

Join me as I indulge in local cuisine, from an Irish bar to McDonalds; don’t judge me and my well travelled taste buds.

Japanese McDonalds needs no introduction, but I’ll give it one anyway.