JAPANIt started, like most questionable decisions, in a bar. We met a couple of guys headed to Japan for a music festival we had never heard of. We laughed it off, said there was no chance we’d go, and tried more than once to convince them we were serious. A few weeks later, we were on a 12-hour nonstop flight to Japan. The rest is, well, here.
1 Hostel fight, thousands of steps taken, countless Gyoza and Ramen, more than a few lemon sours, and an Arigato gozaimasu or two…
