ATMs in Japan ATMs are something I genuinely took for granted in Australia, that plus our massive network of EFTPOS machines. This allowed us to either withdraw cash from anywhere, or pay by debit or credit card in the vast majority of shops, stores and
Today, as I arrive in Bunkyō Ward, I am overwhelmed. In front of me is the massive Tokyo Dome, the home of the Yomiuri Giants baseball team, but this isn’t why I am here. Outside the stadium there is the strangest roller coaster I have ever
Lucky Number Seven Gods of Fortune Today I attempt to go on a pilgrimage. Seven different gods, seven different sacred sites. My first stop is Shingen-ji Temple, Iriya. This temple has two names, Iriya no Kishibojin is the other name used, which just adds to my confusion.
Someone told me yesterday that beneath the banks and office buildings between Mitsukoshimae Station and Otemachi Station, hidden deep underground, the Japanese government grows secret rice. Somewhere along the Ginza Line my train just powers down. All the lights go out, all of the computer screens switch off. The train drifts
I am a little way outside of Tokyo, in Yokohama. The area was once a quaint fishing town, where nothing much really happened. After the American people came with their ships, Yokohama opened Japan up to the world of foreign trade, and these days, Yokohama has
Today I take the Tobu Skytree Line just one stop, to Tokyo Skytree Station. If I am completely honest, I could have just walked it, it isn’t far. I blame the convenience of Japan for my laziness. I have been in Tokyo quite a while now, and
The sun is shining, and my friend Christine and I are on our way to Tokyo Disneyland. A 115-acre theme park in Urayasu, Chiba. A place where dreams come true, apparently. A badly written but strangely popular guidebook suggests that the best time to visit Tokyo Disneyland
Today the weather is good, very warm, so I decide to take a train over to Ibaraki Prefecture, to a little place called Tsukuba. At Tsukuba Station, I take a ¥720 bus that crawls for thirty minutes toward Tsukuba Mountain. Eventually I get off the bus.
Today I meet with Naoto, the English speaking organiser of a saké tour. I am the only person to sign up. Not wanting to waste his whole day, I ask whether we should still go on the tour. It turns out Naoto is still quite eager to