Especially in three days. A surprise from my husband - the time frame short to maintain the rouse without my needing to take leave. I read Bourdain's 'Tokyo Redux' chapter last time I was here, and this felt about right. Having never been out of Australia at that point, the sudden blackness for me was a daily afternoon Nana Nap as a rest from the newness and excitement and straight up confusion of everything. I remember waking up from said nap with Nick handing me takoyaki from an alley stall. Oh man, was that a good food memory.
I mentally ticked off familiar cultural references: I noted cast members of Monkey Magic now with fishing and cooking shows; absorbed the disorientating otherworldliness of the 1983 Chris Marker film Sans Soleil, while at other times I felt like I was in a 1960s National Geographic - the taxis were metal, angular, green, black, Kodachrome orange.
That initial newness is a great place to take pictures from. If I hadn't have taken these photos, at least half of it would have filtered down into the silt pool of memory by now. I see things in them I didn't notice at the time... it is like extending the experience.