Let’s Travel to Kyoto❤ (but my heart forgot to check out of Osaka)

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I keep saying “Kyoto!” and then lingering in Osaka like a raccoon in a 24-hour combini. 

Ramen museum? Osaka Castle? Missed both. I’m collecting regrets like gacha keychains.


Train brain (kanji vs. me)
Traveling Japan without reading half the signs is… character development. 

I browse five how-to-train blogs, march confidently to the platform, then panic-smile at station staff who rescue me with perfect kindness. 

Japan’s national sport might be Helping Lost Foreigners Gently.


I’m obsessed with the trains.❤ 
Polite doors.
Seats that forgive. 

Windows that turn scenery into a scrolling screensaver for my existential crisis.






Kyoto loading…

Gion Matsuri is calling. I’m fully expecting a manga panel to swallow me: lanterns floating, drums somewhere, me pretending I’m not crying behind sunglasses.
On the ride: fields, roofs, laundry like flags of ordinary life. 

I miss Bali for a second: heat, motorbikes, ceremonies, and then a shrine roof appears and my homesickness politely bows.




Also yes, I took the obligatory train selfie. It says: “girl in transit, pretending she knows where she’s going.” (She does not. She is vibes.)

Time, measured in noodles
How long is Osaka to Kyoto? 

Depends: on timetable, on luck, on how many convenience-store onigiri you bought “for later” and ate immediately. 

Let’s call it “one playlist and a half.”


Holiday thesis

Everyone’s spending their day off bravely: parents herding, teens sparkling, retirees gliding. My version: chase a festival, fall in love with a street, get lost on purpose, find a bakery by accident, forgive myself for missing a museum. Repeat.



See you under the lanterns. If you spot a tiny gremlin bowing at the wrong time...
Hi. That’s me

Happy holiday everybody❤
Ikkel













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