When mum caught wind of my plan to spend a couple of weeks in Japan – for the third time in as many years – she said something along these lines:
“Japan? Again? What a terrible waste of money! Why not go somewhere else for a change?”
Of course, there’s a reason why I (and many other travellers smitten by the beauty of the Four Islands) keep going back. There’s just so much to see and experience, I feel as though I could return to Japan every year for the next twenty years and still end up barely scratching the surface. But fair enough – it’s about time I ventured to even farther shores, preferably in a continent I’ve never previously set foot in.
(And then, perhaps, go back to Japan.)
So where am I going this year? Here’s a subtle hint. Well, perhaps not so subtle for those who know what my favourite anime franchise is.
Writing in National Geographic, Cathy Newman once poetically described it as “neither land nor water, but shimmering somewhere in between”. A place where “time is measured by the breath of tides, and space bracketed by water”.