Grand sensei Maezawa and sukiyaki

I returned to Tokyo from Kyushu via Hiroshima on the day my JR Pass expired. Despite successfully absconding to Kanazawa in a train seat-pocket, on the balance of things it had served me well. Frequent readers of this blog will know that I am a sucker for gimmicks so, when I espied an Airbnb listing…

Hakuba Matata and the capsule hotel

Some months previously, a friend from Hong Kong, to whom I shall refer henceforth as “Steve” (mainly because that’s his name), had contacted me to find out my movements in Japan with the goal of our organising a joint skiing trip. The stars (and, more concretely, our diaries) aligned and we set to planning. Steve…