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4.1 2021
photographer / writer / traveler Kaori Kawamura
Go on a journey and be yourself
旅に出て、何者でもない自分でいる
I can't remember where I read it at all, but there was an essay in which he said that he went to the edge of Sicily, to a place where the opposite bank was Africa, and suddenly felt with his whole body that he had come really far, standing alone.
When I imagined that scene, I felt the same feeling.
In a foreign country, where you don't understand much of the language, labels such as where you are from, where you went to school, and what kind of work you do at what company don't matter at all.
The only person you have is yourself, and that is an unreliable, unsettling, and very freeing situation.
When I look back on my past trips, I think it might have been comfortable to escape from Japan, where I felt like I had to be something, and just focus on what was in front of me each day of the trip and live.
Sitting idly in a sanctuary, listening to the sound of church bells on the wind, or just looking at my favorite painting in a 500-year-old building, those were the times when I could be in harmony with myself without putting myself in any kind of frame, and that was truly living in the "here and now.
Spring 1988.
A few years after studying European history at university, I went to Europe on my first overseas trip.
It was a month-long trip to visit six countries: England, Switzerland, Germany, Italy, Spain, and France.
With a copy of "Globe-Trotter", "Thomas Cook's Timetable", a Eurail pass and an open-ticket air ticket, I traveled completely free with a friend who was a former colleague.
My friend had only been to Hong Kong on a tour before, and neither of us spoke English very well.
Even so, we chose to go on a freelance trip, perhaps because we had heard about a woman who had traveled to Europe alone on a budget airline ticket the year before.
Although I had been exposed to English since I was a child and even corresponded with an American, it was still a time when Japanese people did not casually go abroad.
The tours were very expensive, and as I looked at the pictures of foreign countries, I wondered if I would ever be able to go there.
So when I saw the London cityscape from the window of the train I took from Heathrow Airport after an endless and unreachable flight on the southbound Singapore Airlines, I remember having a strange, half-dreamlike feeling that I was really in England.
At the same time, I suddenly felt a bit nervous, wondering if my friend and I would be able to make it alone for the next month.
Although there was no Internet and not many travel programs, the number of Japanese backpackers with a copy of "Globe-Trotter" in their hands was increasing.
People began to know that carrying a copy of "Globe-Trotter" meant you were Japanese, and they told me to be careful if I opened this guidebook on the street because I would be a target.
Although we had a rough idea of the route we would take to visit each country and town, we would check the Thomas Cook timetable each time to see if we could find the right station and the right time to change trains.
There was a time when we couldn't decide which direction to go and wondered which country we should go to in the Munich station, but it was a luxurious thing to think about later.
we also took the night train a few times and slept in a normal compartment with a chair pulled out to make a bed and the door curtains closed (although it was uncomfortable because people would open the door in the middle of the night).
When we arrive in a new town, ask the information desk to recommend a place to stay, or call a cheap hotel to make a reservation.
We felt uneasy when we couldn't find a place to stay, but once we did, we were relieved and suddenly felt energetic enough to start walking around the town.
While there is a lot of nervousness and anxiety, there are also fun encounters and coincidences.
When we met a Japanese person on the train who was also traveling freelance, we exchanged information on how that town in that country was, who's paintings were in that museum, and so on, and we even stayed at a pension together.
When we were lost on the way to my hotel in Switzerland, we were approached by a Japanese family stationed there and invited to their home for tea.
The Euro was still a long way off, and each country had a different currency exchange rate, so we had to be smart about how much money we exchanged and how well we spent it.
The only way to get information is to try your best to ask people in a foreign language or to get it by foot.
It was a lot of hard work, but all of the hassle was ingrained in me, and it became a treasured experience.
This first trip inspired me to start learning Italian after a while, and after that I started to go out mainly by myself in Italy.
My first trip to Italy alone was a trip to visit several pen pals, which was another tense and varied experience.
As I became more and more accustomed to being in a foreign country, the feeling of being a nobody began to fade away.
The last time I took an international flight was to Austria in December 2003.
I haven't been abroad since then.
I was supposed to go to Italy and Paris in October 2020 for the first time in 19 years, but that's not happening either.
While I was away from home, I was trying to become a "proper member of society" with my feet on the ground.
However, as the years have gone by, I have come to realize that distracting myself from my true nature and fitting into the framework of society is not the way to be grounded.
What was important was to get rid of labels such as titles and careers, and when I stood alone in some distant land, I could smile and think that I was unconditionally worthy of existence.
Yet, when I am in society, sometimes I am conscious of the outside and try to put a label on myself.
That's why I want to get on an airplane again, go to a faraway place, and vaguely listen to the sound of church bells carried by the wind.
photographs and text - Kaori Kawamura
photographer / writer / traveler
Kaori Kawamura
Ever since I was a child, I have been drawing pictures (comics), writing, and taking pictures.
I've always been trying to send out something.
I hope that I can be a switch that changes someone's perspective and feelings.
I hope to continue expressing myself through words, pictures and photos.
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3.1 2021
coordinator / travel agent / journalist / traveler Kaori Sakurada
Why do people travel, and why do I want to travel?
人はなぜ旅をするのか、私はなぜ旅に出たいのか？
There are travel enthusiasts all over the world, many of whom get excited just thinking about traveling. I am one of them.
When I was living in Japan, most of my paid vacations were spent diving.
I always went to Okinawa and other southern islands to enjoy my vacation.
Since I came to live in Italy, I don't dive anymore and my way of traveling has completely changed.
I guess it's partly due to my age, but I think I've changed from "enjoying" to "savoring".
That's a very vague expression.
In my case, "temporary return in Japan" is not a trip, nor is it a vacation.
Where does the journey begin? Many people say that a trip begins when you make plans, and that's true.
However, in my case, once I've decided where I'm going, I leave all the arrangements such as hotels and plane tickets to my partner.
It's usually a staycation, but if I have to move around, I tend to just tell him what city I want to stay in and how many nights, and let him do the rest.
So what do I do?
My journey begins with "food.
The gateway to travel is always "food".
In other words, the starting point is to research the traditional cuisine of the country, land, and town.
As is the case in Japan and Italy, where I live, even in the same country, cooking methods change as the town changes, and the ingredients are often different to begin with.
And if the country itself is new to me, my interest grows and grows.
From dishes that I can easily imagine the taste of to those that I can't at all, I let my imagination run wild as I watched the images and explanations that appeared.
At this point, my journey has completely begun.
There are two reasons why we start with food: first, because food is not a thing of the past displayed in a museum, but a living culture of the present; and second, because when our stomachs are full, we fall in love with the country.
I check out the traditional cuisine, find out what the locals say about it, write it down, and then start looking for a restaurant that looks good.
When I start a search with the name of the town, I usually find a blog or something that someone has written, and I just keep reading and taking notes.
And this time is quite fun.
When I visited Belgrade for the first time, I had to try a white cheese called "khaimak" and a meat dish called "karadjordjeva" made with it. I had only thought of omelets and oysters at Mont Saint-Michel, but after doing some research, I learned that lamb is very delicious.
Of course, taste varies from person to person, and there are cases where rumors get ahead of you and you are disappointed.
In fact, the omelet at Mont Saint-Michel was not that great, but the lamb was many times better.
After that, I'll give you a brief historical background.
Finally, I looked up tourist spots and ruins to visit.
Now you're all set.
Oh yeah, don't forget to make reservations for the museums you can't miss.
There are some places you can't enter without a reservation, so be sure to take care of that.
I used to work for an airline, so I'm an expert at packing.
If I'm traveling within Italy or within Europe for a week or so, I often go with just hand luggage.
I've long since lost interest in brand-name shopping, and I've learned to be okay with minimal luggage.
I used to carry a DSLR with me, but now my i-phone is all I need.
I used to love photography, but my enthusiasm for it has cooled down a bit in recent years, so my luggage is even smaller now.
I wanted to take a leisurely trip, but it seems my Japanese blood unconsciously got the better of me.
I set the schedule for the day and try to move in a planned manner.
My partner is lazing around, and I'm rushing him to hurry up.
Every time I do this, he chides me, "It's a vacation, why do you need to rush when you're traveling?
Is it because he's Italian or is it his personality that he's so laid back, saying, "If it's closed today, you can go tomorrow? I was right, calm down, calm down, let's walk slowly, that's what this trip is for.
I am able to conquer most everything I want to eat.
I often have friends in the area, and when I do, my trip expands tremendously.
I am grateful for local acquaintances because they can take me to a world I cannot see.
Italy is also a big cheese country, but if you go to a cheese shop in France, you will feel "defeated.
I can understand why Sicily was ruled by the Arabs for less than 200 years, while Andalusia has been ruled by the Arabs for 700 years.
I also enjoyed discovering how little of the Arab food culture is left in Sicily.
Why do I want to travel? At the beginning of this article, I wrote "to taste", but what exactly?
"If you taste vermilion, you become red.
And when you enter the vermilion, the red becomes invisible.
It's as if I'm surrounded by invisible air, and I find myself continuing to live in an invisible vermilion.
And before I know it, I find myself shifting my axis.
That's why sometimes we need to take a bird's eye view of our daily lives, don't you think?
If you go on a trip and look at things from a distance, you can see what kind of vermilion you have been staining yourself with.
Leave your daily life and taste the food, the atmosphere, and the kindness of the people in the country.
At the same time, you can also enjoy the everyday life that you left behind.
Maybe that's why I want to go on a trip.
photographs and text - Kaori Sakurada
coordinator / travel agent / journalist / traveler
Kaori Sakurada
Born in Tokyo and currently lives in Sicily, Italy.
Former international flight attendant for Japan Airlines Co.
I have been traveling around the world since my twenties due to my job, and I settled down in my favorite country, Italy.
In Sicily, where not only Japanese common sense but also Italian common sense does not prevail, has been working as a coordinator for TV and magazines and as a travel agent.
In Sicily, where not only Japanese common sense but also Italian common sense does not prevail, she works as a coordinator for TV and magazines, a travel agent, and a journalist.
an expert on Sicilian cuisine and its history.
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1.3 2021
fragrance adviser / writer / traveler aco
Let's go on a journey.
My journey.
旅に出よう 私の旅に
I'm glad I traveled back then.
The other day, I had a conversation with a travel friend whom I met for the first time in about eight years.
These words, which came out naturally to both of us, took me back to the days when we met at a cheap inn in Bangkok, on a bumpy road in Cambodia, and ate beer and street food that was cheaper than water every night.
Traveling has always been an integral part of my life.
Looking back, I started my life as a solo traveler in Europe, traveled to Southeast Asia, Africa, and the U.S. as a student, ended up living in the U.K. for a year as an exchange student, and visited various countries, mainly in Asia, on business trips as an adult.
Thinking about it, I have been traveling somewhere overseas every year for more than 10 years. I had taken such a life for granted, so this refrain from going out and traveling due to Corona was more psychologically damaging than I had imagined.
I packed my bags, headed to the airport, and boarded the plane.
That moment when the plane took off was amazing!
The elation of wandering around like a gentile in a land where no one knows who I am.
When those exciting elements of travel are gone, you instantly miss them.
And I've come to realize that "getting some fresh air" is more of a necessity than a regular occurrence for me.
I visited France for the first time.
I went to France for the first time to reunite with a French girl I had met through overseas correspondence. Her family welcomed me warmly, and I can't help but smile when I remember those days.
At that time, I was still more of an "ordinary tourist" than a traveler with a big suitcase.
However, on my second trip to France, I changed into a much wilder traveler when that large suitcase was stolen.
In my suitcase, which disappeared two days after my arrival in France, I found my favorite clothes that I was planning to wear there, lotion and shampoo that suited my skin and hair (it's hard to find cosmetics that suit your constitution in Europe, where the hard water and dryness pack a serious punch! ), souvenirs that I prepared to give to my friends.... It was filled with all kinds of favorites that I was attached to.
But they're gone now.
I couldn't even hope for them to come back.
I was so shocked that I laughed and pretended to be fine, but at night, I thought, "Oh, this and that are gone?
However, it is also true that through this trip, my attachment to things disappeared.
And when I decided on Southeast Asia as my next destination
I guess my Kansai spirit exploded, as I said, "If I can get it, I'll get it! As if to say, "If I can get it, I'll get it!" I stocked up on the bare necessities at a 100-yen store and switched to the idea of "if I run out, I'll make do locally.
Even though my trip was twice as long as my stay in France, I was able to pack only one backpack, less than half of what I needed.
As a lover of France and other sophisticated European cities and architecture, Southeast Asia was a series of adventures for me.
I took a cab from the airport to the guesthouse I had booked in Japan, but I couldn't find it no matter how many times I looked for it, and the driver gave up, saying, "There's nothing here.
I have a cell phone. But there was no signal.
What should I do?
I don't know anything about left and right.
And of course, I don't speak Thai.
I was at a loss, but the day would only get darker.
So I decided to go to that town where there were many backpackers. I decided to go there.
Khao San" was the only four words I knew.
I caught an old man in a motorcycle cab and called out "Khao San.
I wasn't sure if he understood me or not, but I got on the back of the bike.
Catch me properly! He was probably saying in Thai, "Catch me properly!
I wanted to complain to him that he was a sexual harasser, but my mind was on going to Khao San right now.
When a heavy squall started to fall, the old man put on a jacket for me, saying, "Don't worry about me.
I couldn't help but think, "Damn, he's so kind.
When I finally arrived at Khao San, I found it to be more free-spirited and chaotic than any other area I had been to before.
Although this was Thailand, there were as many Westerners as Asians, and the streets were lined with stalls and everywhere seemed to be having a party.
I haphazardly searched for a place to stay, hoping to find a place to sleep for the night.
What I found was a hostel with a very Japanese name.
Having been baptized in Thailand on the first day, I didn't know what to expect and just wanted to lie down and rest.
So I didn't care if there were rumors about bedbugs, dirty rooms, or weak water pressure in the shower.
If France was the place where I lost my obsession after my suitcase was stolen, Thailand was the place where I lost my sense of order, of "planning," and of "what I should do.
Thailand is a place where you no longer have to be obsessive in the good sense of the word, where you can do whatever you want.
The next day, I was planning to go sightseeing in Bangkok and then travel in the order of Laos, Vietnam, and Cambodia.
However, a traveler I met for the first time that day, who was staying in the same dormitory as me, told me that he was planning to go to Cambodia tomorrow, and we hit it off and decided to go together.
This traveler was the same travel friend I mentioned at the beginning of this article, whom I met again after eight years.
The fact that he was so friendly and had the same last name as me made me think that we would get along well.
We had many troubles on the way, such as not being able to withdraw money from the ATM, suffering from severe diarrhea in Cambodia, and having trouble using the toilet on the night bus over the mountains in Laos, Vietnam. But every day was full of stimulation, and I truly felt that this trip was "fun!
It made me feel that I was alive.
I had completely forgotten this feeling of "being alive" as I had been struggling with life, life, and myself after going to school and finding a job.
There were times when I denied it, saying, "Things are different now than they were then.
However, since this year, when I decided to live as a freelance writer and creator of perfumes without any backing, I have realized the importance of savoring that feeling of being alive.
Quit my corporate job, and let go of my "must" curse and focus on enjoying life.
Allow it to happen.
I've steered away from MUST to WANT, and I'm enjoying the excitement of travel anew.
Actually, I am writing this from a hotel in Japan, and I have to say that travel is great, even in Japan.
When you spend your days in a different place, your "1 + 1 = 2" doesn't work.
That's why it's fun.
Traveling forces you to change your sense of values and causes you to break down your concepts in a big way.
Then, I see the world with a new, sharpened perspective.
This process is repeated in a short period of time, and although it is sometimes harsh, it always becomes a source of sustenance for me.
In order to make this happen, the travelers continue their journey with great enthusiasm.
"It was good to travel then, right?
Yes. I think so from the bottom of my heart.
The unknown world that awaited me when I ventured out has always fascinated me.
Having just opened up a new stage in my life, I started my journey to the next destination, remembering the journey I had taken.
Reuniting with my travel friends and writing about my journey here all seem to be "random".
Let's keep moving forward.
Let's continue my journey.
photographs and text - aco
fragrance adviser/writer/traveler
aco
A person of words and scents. After graduate school and working for a trading company, she became a writer. While studying perfumery, she aims to commercialize an original perfume inspired by Japanese mythology. I will write words that I feel with my five senses.
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12.1 2020
therapist / writer / traveler
Hinata Yoshioka
The Beginning of a Never-Ending Journey
終わらない旅のはじまり
When did I start my journey?
A distant memory led me to "a person's words one day", though it was a free comment from an ordinary high school art teacher. It was an ordinary high school art teacher who said, "You should try traveling alone.
Travel by yourself, try it.
The teacher was in the middle of art class when he suddenly and cheerfully recounted his own journey so far. He spoke passionately about how interesting it was to use an 18-day train ticket to travel to a place where you could go on a slow train, while ignoring the assignment. I remember listening to his talk in amazement when I was just starting high school and being presented with the option of traveling on my own, away from my parents, and being amazed that such a thing was possible.
Then I decided to organize a trip by myself during the summer vacation. It was a boat trip to the main island of Okinawa. At the time, I didn't have a lot of money, and I sensed that taking my time and taking it easy would be the status of a solo trip, so I opted for a three-day, two-night ferry trip from Osaka.
Okinawa was a place I was very interested in culturally, and as I was into Okinawan music at the time, it was the right place for me to visit. And the first place I arrived at was, in a sense, not Japan, but OKINAWA.
The air was heavy and humid, and the strong tropical sunshine was pouring down. In the space of the old marketplace, where the time axis seemed to have shifted, Okinawan folk songs with a full record feel were played incessantly on a loop. With my body melting in the heat and the sense of another dimension, I drift around there with a distant consciousness. I try my best to keep it real, but before I know it, I'm wrapped up in the Uchinah groove, which just tells me to give up on it.
Camouflaged U.S. military vehicles come and go on the road, and a slow-moving bus with an uninterrupted fence running past in the window. The name of the store, written in sideways letters in paint on a low, ragged concrete building, and the store keeper, Ober, sitting in front of an exposed open-air storefront, puffing on a short cigarette. Clearly, it was not the Japan I knew.
Very shy, yet somehow friendly Okinawans. When I was walking down the street, I was suddenly approached from behind.
Your hair is beautiful!
I turned around and saw Ober walking toward me, smiling. We were moving in the same direction, and we walked slowly down the street, talking as if we knew each other from before.
I used to let my hair grow out, but it looks like this now. I used to let my hair grow back, but it's like this now.
Oh yeah, how long have you been stretching it?
It was down to my waist - I had it long enough.
We kept on talking and found ourselves on a main street on the outskirts of town, where our destination was in a different direction, and we waved goodbye and parted, as we always do.
There's a time to take your time and feel the place, to blend in...
That was my "solo trip".
Since my first trip by myself, I've developed a habit of traveling. Once I go, I can't stop. At the same time, it was a joyful feeling of excitement at the expanse of the unknown world, and at the same time, it was also somewhat sad, as if I had lost sight of my home.
Counting the countries I've traveled to, I've been to nearly 50. Most of them were short stays on a boat trip, though. It was my second attempt to travel around the world on a ship called Peace Boat, and even though it was two times, the routes were different, so I visited many countries.
The advantages of a boat trip are hard to overstate. The first thing I can say is that getting around is just a breeze. It's amazing to wake up in the morning and arrive in the next country, having your own room and not having to pack and carry your luggage every time you go about your daily life. Looking out on the deck, yesterday it was a skyscraper and today it's a desert! It's an unpredictable and interesting thing to do.
We'll travel on our own, struggling with our bags while we're young! I used to spend a lot of energy on things like that, but I'm getting tired fast nowadays and I really want to cut that part out. But that's not the only reason, there are plenty of other things to do on the ship.
For example, the view from the deck, meeting creatures such as dolphins and whales, large rainbows over the jungle, ice floes, and auroras, there are plenty of exciting things to see on the ship's deck. It's not just a way to get around and stay overnight, it's also a journey in itself.
In fact, I experienced all of this in real life on the deck.
Boat trips are the best! However, I haven't completely stopped traveling around with my luggage. Of course, I still like to hang around. I also move around the country, taking buses and planes.
After thinking about how to make a long trip without spending a lot of money, yes, resorts should be good! It was two years ago that I tried resova, and at my age, I tried it. I spent two months working at a ryokan (Japanese style inn) in an old hot spring resort in Kumamoto, visiting hot springs here and there every day during my breaks. If you include the hot spring where I work, I must have visited the hot springs at least 100 times in two months. This was also like a long trip for me.
The longest I could travel in one trip was two months. My stays in Hawaii and Cebu were both long battles. Battle is pretty much the word for me, and those two places were the ones I was trying my best to stay in with the goal of finding an opportunity to immigrate. But life doesn't work out that well. Or maybe I just wasn't prepared enough, but both of them ended without success.
In fact, I have lived in Okinawa for the past 12 years. It started when I was 21 years old, when I went on a trip and settled there for a year, and after that I found myself in Iriomote Island in the Yaeyama Islands for 6 years, and then on the main island of Okinawa for 6 years, and so on. My move is almost always a fate that begins and ends with fate.
I still love Okinawa, but since discovering the island of Hawaii, my attention has been drawn to it. I seem to be drawn to spiritual places where there is nature. Living in my hometown, Kobe, didn't seem like a bad idea, but I've come to realize that I'm not in my element unless I'm in a place where the natural energy is stronger, or I'm channeled to a different place and it's a bit rough.
Before I knew it, it went beyond the journey and became a story about life. If you ask me which part is the journey and which part is the life, I honestly don't know how to answer because I'm so mixed up.
Recently, I've realized that a journey is only possible when there is a life, and I can enjoy a journey to the fullest because I have a place to return to. What I mean by that is that a life or a place to return is not only an actual place or space, but also a place where there are friends, family and things that accept you.
Even when I was having a good time on the road, I would get caught up in the loneliness of not having anything waiting for me at a moment's notice. That meant that there was nowhere to return to. Then I realized that travel is just wandering, and that a journey with no goal and no destination is somehow accompanied by sadness.
If you're going to travel, you have to build a solid foundation for your life. Recently, I've finally come to that conclusion, and I'm slowly starting to build a foundation for that foundation, trying to live my life with care and respect, instead of just thinking about traveling, taking things for granted, or making friends and networking. Yes, I hope that somewhere in the world there is a place that I would like to return to.
And yet. I'm thinking that there may be a new way of living beyond this. You don't have to stay in one place, you don't have to stay with your family and friends all the time, you don't have to move from place to place...as long as you can be where you need to be, when you need to be, and with the people you need to be with, that's fine. I feel like each of us has our own independent life and space, but sometimes we also have time to be with our families or with our partners.
I feel like the options for free living, in and out of each other's spaces, or having a community-like place to live, are going to keep opening up in new directions.
And. I want the journey to continue to exist as something that inspires me to live as always, to clear my mind and let the fresh breeze flow through me.
Fresh surprises and encounters, they always flow into me as a sparkle. Of course, it is not something that can only be obtained by traveling, but I hope to keep this different space of travel as one of the main things, or as an exciting and wonderful way of life, forever.
photographs and text - Hinata Yoshioka
photographer / writer / traveler
Hinata Yoshioka
Photographer and writer. After traveling around the country, she arrived in Okinawa, where she spent 12 years. She is currently based in Kobe, Japan. She loves Hawaii and has a background in hula, and is also a Lomi Lomi massage therapist. She loves cooking, making things, music, reading, photography, and traveling. Her story of sailing around the world twice by boat is now available on the web!
therapist / writer / traveler
Sumiko Kuramitsu
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11.1 2020
Crying a little on the plane during the trip.
旅の途中、飛行機の中でちょっと泣く
I often have the experience of crying on airplanes.
The first time I cried was when I went from Hokkaido to Tokyo as a bride.
I was happy to start a new life with someone I love, but
I was sentimental when I left the land where I was born and raised and where I spent 10 years of my working life.
I was in the front row of an airplane with tears rolling down my face.
My neighbor didn't notice, but he did.
The cabin attendant sitting across from me with her eyes.
Are you okay? I remember that he was very concerned about me.
In the 16 years I lived in Tokyo, I traveled a lot.
A lot, really.
At least twice a year.
There may have been a year when I flew overseas about ten times.
This time of year.
I cried a little bit on the plane back to Japan from where I went out.
To think that the next day the fight would start all over again.
It was so hard to cry.
Or, more accurately, crying would shake my resolve.
I held it together.
My days in Tokyo.
My ex-husband was part of the management of a small company that he owned.
I spent most of my life working.
A moment abroad was a precious break.
When I think about it now, I can only say that the trip back then was a waste of time.
The night before I left, I stayed up all night to finish up work in my absence.
In the morning, just before we left, I visited the local temperature.
I packed my suitcase.
My travel plan was to tell my ex-husband if we were on vacation.
Leave it to employees to travel and work.
Sleep like dead on the plane.
We just followed the plan there.
I honestly don't remember a lot of countries because that's what it was like.
Now that I'm a therapist.
I'm sure you're curious enough to stay for a while.
Even in the so-called "power spots
I've been there a lot.
It's really not worth it.
I got divorced, quit my job.
I've been living in Buenos Aires, Argentina for six years now.
If you look at it from Japan, it's the other side of the world
It's in South America, with a 12-hour time difference and the exact opposite season.
Now I am crying on the plane to Japan.
Even though I know I'll be back soon.
I coo the moment the plane leaves South America.
I don't hold back and cry, "Ehhh.
The energetic land of Argentina and the
The blue sky fascinates me.
The powerful, life-giving air invigorates me.
The artist-friendly culture and
And I love this city, which is the sanctuary of the Argentine tango.
One of the reasons I live here is because
Living the authentic tango as a part of your life is
It's also because this city makes it easy.
The people are affectionate, close and warm.
Usually, people greet each other with hugs and kisses.
Once you get used to it.
It's not easy to leave that comfort.
It's hard to get out of the comfort zone.
I'm also fascinated by the joy of walking the streets.
The city of Buenos Aires is called the Paris of South America.
Historic architecture, greenery, flowers and street art adorn the city.
Argentina has never been a safe country in terms of politics, economy and security.
It's not a safe country.
My heart feels like it's in the warmth of something here, and
I am free and at ease.
But unfortunately.
That feeling disappears when you leave this place.
So, while I'm in Japan.
It's very cold and lonely.
Don't you miss Japan?
I am often asked by Argentines if I dislike Japan, and the answer is no. It's not that I don't like Japan or anything, it's just that Japan is inside me.
Japan is inside of me.
The landscape, the atmosphere, the culture, the traditions...
I feel like it's always here, within myself.
So I don't feel like I'm disconnected.
I don't get the feeling that I miss Japan.
When I first started living in Buenos Aires, I
"Please make me a child of this kingdom.
and the trunk of the Ombud, a tree native to Argentina.
It's something I used to frame and ask for.
I am now a Japanese living in Argentina.
I feel most like myself.
As a Japanese man living in Argentina, I am
I'm going back home to Japan again this year.
On the plane to Japan, I'm sure I'll be crying "ehn" again.
photographs and text - Sumiko Kuramitsu
therapist / writer / traveler
Sumiko Kuramitsu
Born in Hokkaido, Japan. After working in the business world and getting married in Tokyo
Left work in 2014, divorced, living in Buenos Aires since the end of that year.
Reiki teacher and hypnotherapy therapist.
ON THE WAY
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10.3 2020
traveler / nomad worker / photographer
Michi
Portraits, nomads, and travel.
ポートレイトとノマドと旅と。
"The face of that person I met on the road."
There are many things you can only see in nature and beautiful cities, art and music, and delicious food.
There are so many things I love about traveling, and I love them all. When I think of the places I've visited, the people I've met are always in my head.
And yet, sadly, I find myself forgetting faces. Faces tend to be forgotten with time.
That's why I started taking portraits of people I met on my travels.
I'm curious about this guy! If I have a gut feeling that I can't take a picture, even if it's 5 or 10 minutes before the picture is taken, it's sometimes difficult because of the language barrier, but in general I try to have a chat with them.
'Twenty years after I tossed a coin and the front came out, I decided to live here alone and in a tent. I've been feeling a bit lonely lately. A lover of freedom in Spain, he told me, "I went to see a friend in Tibet.
I want to visit my friends in Tibet and see with my own eyes how they are doing and if life is okay. A 95-year-old monk from Ladakh, India, who told me, "I want to go and see my friends in Tibet and see with my own eyes how they are doing and if life is okay.
Thank you for coming. Thank you for coming, please come again. A Vietnamese grandmother in a beautiful indigo-dyed traditional dress who repeatedly shook my hand and said, "Thank you for coming again.
When I was sick, she mixed a special herbal tea for me to drink and said, "There is a strong influence from the Middle East and France, but this is still Africa. The nature of Africa helps us. A friend from Morocco told me, "There is a strong influence from the Middle East and France, but it is still Africa.
After Ramadan, the Muslim fast, he told me, "It's a celebration, so eat up! and some Bangladeshi brothers who shared their snacks with us.
Australia, where buskers come from all over the world to perform on the streets. In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, the busker quietly played healing music and interacted with the people who stopped to listen to him.
A shy and beautiful flute player from Nepal who plays in an orchestra to send off a bride who is leaving her parents' house underneath the apartment she is living in.
The people who live there, the travellers who travel there with all kinds of feelings. It's always a thrill to listen to their stories and take their photos.
Whether it's a short trip for a few days or an indefinite amount of time, meeting people I've never met in an unfamiliar place always teaches me about the world.
Sometimes there are customs that could be considered shocking, and other times there are happenings.
Whenever I go to a new place, I always wonder if there are any dangers. Will I make friends? Will I have a nice trip? Will I have a nice trip?
But when I leave the place, I think "I don't want to leave" because of the people I met there.
I am keenly aware that home is not a place but a feeling.
"I'm going on an indefinite journey as a digital nomad."
I worked for a few years in a corporate job at a start-up company before I left to travel indefinitely. In addition to my work, I started to get a few commissions for my hobby of photography. But I couldn't help but feel the urge to travel again.
When I decided to ask him to let me travel while I continue to work, he said, "I heard it's Mi-chan (that's a nickname at my company). You should go! And the company bosses who pushed me to do the same. My colleagues who accepted me with open arms. Thanks to all of them, a few months later, I left Japan. I started my journey for an indefinite period of time.
As a digital nomadic salaryman (woman), I feel like I'm getting to see more of the way of life in the places I visit than ever before by continuing to travel while working.
When the power went out, the internet was cut off and I had to rush around to find a cafe that powered itself.
I tried the shared office space where I was staying to see what kind of jobs and people were working there.
When I rented an apartment, I found a lot of vicious stray dogs in the neighborhood, and I was half-heartedly desperate to get home.
I tried going to the local gym or sauna, but the ladies who always come to the gym were too funny.
I tried to join a tai chi class in the park.
I went to a yoga class and discovered my body that I never knew existed.
I tried cooking with ingredients I'd never seen before.
I went on a trip for a few days on a motorcycle that I could ride abroad with an international driver's license, even though I didn't have one in Japan.
I met a lot of people in their 50s and 60s who travel with just a backpack, and I was encouraged that it's never too late to travel.
I know there are many people who would like to go on a trip but are too busy to go, or too busy to move at the moment for various reasons. I would be happy if my travelogue can give you some hints or inspiration for your next trip.
I would like to continue to share with you what I found at the end of my journey out of my comfort zone.
photographs and text - Michi
traveler / nomad worker / photographer
Mana
In her teenage years, she started traveling around the country little by little.
In his 20s, he goes on a trip, then when he runs out of money, he returns to Tokyo, earns money and goes on another trip.
In her 30s, while continuing to travel for a few months, she started taking portraits, and in 2019 she will work as a digital nomad while traveling indefinitely.
I love meeting people and blogging about the various things I encounter in the land and nomadic information.
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9.4 2020
writer / traveler
Mana
ON THE WAY
Peaches taste like.
Sunset in Rome
桃の味、ローマの夕陽
Maybe the journey is a microcosm of life.
It begins, you taste it, the curtain comes down.
As I repeated the process, I got the hang of living.
I feel a little bit like that.
The first time I got on a plane was when I was six months old.
When my father was transferred to a new job.
I headed to New York with my mother.
I was already there.
Just as my life of "traveling" had begun.
I think I'll look back now.
No, my father, who works for a travel agency and loves to travel abroad.
From the moment I was born to my grandparents and mother
Maybe that was already in the cards.
Enjoying the journey.
The fact that it is the axis of my life.
Enjoyment.
That's something I've finally been able to do lately.
I've been bothered by the past.
I get all excited about the future.
There's no such thing as tasting what's right in front of you.
I've spent all this time.
For example, peaches.
When I have a perfect peach in front of me.
Just cut it up, put it in a bowl and bring it to your mouth.
It was just like that.
And pink with a gradient.
And a soft, sweet smell.
And the soft texture.
And the popping sound when you put the knife in.
And the freshness that fills your mouth.
And that fleeting taste.
I had to pretend it wasn't all there.
However, while I was stacking up my travels.
The "savor" in the middle of life.
I was getting much better at it.
A "trip" with a fixed itinerary.
In that context, we have a limited amount of time.
You have to be aware of it.
I've experienced the end too many times.
Like taking a deep breath.
I need to get a moment of brilliance into my body.
I've been spared the entire trip.
I'm sure that's why.
It was the sunset that I fell in love with in such a historic city.
I went to a spot I found near my hotel.
We went out at the same time every day.
The sunset on the old streets and
I gave my heart to the air at sunset in Rome.
Forgetting the anxieties of everyday life.
No need to go around the sights.
I was absent-mindedly looking at the sky. It was a happy moment.
I know I said I'd found it.
In fact, everyone knows the setting there.
In the movie "Roman Holiday" (1953)
Princess Anne, played by Audrey Hepburn
It's that Spanish staircase famous for the gelato-eating scene.
The time I spent on the top of the stairs, loving the Plaza de España and the sunset...
It's still gently etched in my mind.
I had spent three nights in Rome.
This was in late 2017.
Rome is a treasure trove of tourist attractions.
The Colosseum, the Foro Romano, the
The Mouth of Truth, Trevi Fountain, Sant'Angelo Castle, and
Piazza Navona, St. Peter's Basilica
The Vatican Museum and the Sistine Chapel are located here.
One evening in late August, I was sitting on a bench outside.
It's one of my favorite places in the city, a place of refinement and sophistication.
In the summer, the breeze from this time of day to night was so nice.
I couldn't resist the urge to spend some time outside in a daze.
I look up at the sky, which is slowly beginning to turn a peachy hue.
An airplane passes by a towering building.
I felt my heart dance as it played music in the background.
There would come a day when I could go on another trip.
In the meantime, the journey had taught me a thing or two.
Tips on how to live your life for emotional support.
I think about spending my days.
Powerful before it turns into that of autumn.
I can see the pure white clouds in my eyes.
We stopped at a flower shop on the way home.
I've chosen the most amazing single flower.
Twilight in the twilight
Sniffing the family next to me
The peaches are almost out of season.
While savoring it with all five senses.
photographs and text - Mana
writer/traveler
Mana
He learns and weaves words into his travels and days.
She was born in Tokyo, Japan. Spent his childhood in New York City. Graduated from Sophia University.
Since 2015, I've been traveling abroad three times a year.
You can find a collection of essays "Jewel Box" and other travel information on note.
His radio show #The Beauty of Travel is now available on YouTube.