As I was about to say goodbye to Japan in the airport, I noticed the toilet came with somewhat of an intense manual. I’d grown used to the toilets and their multiple buttons over this time. Like so many things just accepted it. This brought me out of my acceptance, I was phasing back into my experience which was far away from the world I’d got to visit this past week.
Throughout my trip it’s struck me how methodical recycling has been. Liquids, ice even was separated and careful dividing into often 6 or even more compartments.
I was leaving but somehow knew I would be back. I am not done with Japan and it’s got experiences to share with me.