All
aboard the Osaka Monorail to Nagano Sake Mountain - a mishmash beauty bromance
unfolding amongst a kawai kaleidoscope of twitching eels, poncho combos,pink
cheeked monkeys and innocent back scrubbing in the Olympic Onsens of so-cold-it's-hot
Hakuba.
Losing
ourselves and finding each other amongst the whitest snow and the purest
air, first-time-wedgers longtime-helmets and medium-pole-droppers careering our
way to Harry Henry's Holiday Inn - falling and laughing, dancing and snowball fighting
through submarine showers, sumo steamboats and sake shots.
Under
perfect blue Omotesando skies we zigged, zagged and Shin-Ju-Kued our way through
quirky fusion Harajuku to the Shibuya crossing, peaceful temples sashimi
towers 4am tuna auctions and the freshest fish ever before a Northern
Soul all nighter in Roppongi for the kids.
A
cataclysmic carnival of robot-girls drums dragons and pandas, ro-mantic serenades
from Mr Bombastic and the cheeky girls. The elegant hostess with the mostest
in the smallest of small Golden Gai bars; four days and nights of awesome food,
never-give-up-spirit and tender togetherness… Sayonara!
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