Welcome, osaka!
2:30 PMWho doesn’t like Japan? I’ve loved it since I was small.
Doraemon is my future husband (you heard it here first).
Anyway: I’m in JAPAN. Osaka, specifically.
My dream clocked in, stamped my passport, and I cried silently like a polite tourist.
First contact: me vs. Osaka
This is my first time here and, plot twist:
The city did not greet me with a bouquet of dorayaki.
(Rude.)
Also: everything is in Japanese and my brain is currently on airplane mode. I asked for help; most people smiled warmly and said… not English. I smiled back like, “same, honestly.”
So I did the logical thing: took random pictures and hunted ramen like a documentary crew was following me.
Namba, not “Nanba the singer”
Welcome to Namba: a district in Osaka
For years I thought “Nanba” = Shiho Nanba, because Fairy Tail did irreversible things to my brain. Now I know: Namba is the south-side heartbeat of the city, and my feet love it.
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| This Is namba district |
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| This is Shiho Nanba |
Also, I will meet the Glico Man at Dotonbori canal and waved like he could see me.
(He did. In my heart❤)
The food is loud
Osaka is basically a buffet with sidewalks.
Crowds, neon, steam rising off grills.
TV came to life and handed me a skewer.
No wonder people say “eat ’til you drop” here.
I’m dropping my dignity first.
Tiny tragedies
- Couldn’t find dorayaki on Day 1. Betrayal.
- Jet lag punched me in the face. I forgave it after ramen.
I’m starstruck by a city. That’s the post.
Let me nap, then I’ll go confess to Doraemon again.
Happy Friday,
xx Ikkel
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