Okay, I’ll admit it, I was nervous about using a Japanese onsen. I’m not a big nudist. In fact I think the best time to be nude is when you have a lot of clothes on, and maybe a coat.
Fluorescent lights hummed on the edge of hearing. I watched out of the corner of my eye as a thin bead of drool ran slowly down a sleeping woman’s chin.
“Nothing will go well, so you always feel uneasy.” Wish these words, the dragon robot sealed my fate.
Fun fact: Tokyo has more Michelin starred restaurants than London, Paris and New York combined.
In the evenings, in Kyoto, there’s a particular hour where the light shifts from white to gold. Central Kyoto runs on a grid – north-south and east-west – which, it turns out, is absolute money for a photographer.
Japan is renowned for being conservative, orderly and refined, but take a weekend walk to one of Tokyo’s hip inner suburbs and you’ll see a very different side to this fascinating country.
Philip Wilson explains…
“I’ve visited Japan many times, but never seen anything to match the crowds at Harajuku on a Sunday afternoon!