This blogpost covers the day of February 17th while in Tokyo, Japan.
Woke up at 9 AM. Washed up, paid for my breakfast (again). Caught up on Azur Lane, Blue Archive, Twitter/X. I even had a cleaner ask if she could clean my room, to which I noted she could. “sure”. I realized after the fact I had to follow a pattern to which they would have known beforehand, something I had failed to have done leading to such encounters.
The goal for today was to head straight to Kamakura-Enoshima for more ink stamps, Monorail capture, and to then run over to Yokohama for some KanColle goodies. From there, I would venture to Tokyo Station to obtain a few stamps causing me a few headaches and some brief happiness. Topping the night off with a visit back to Ueno for some Skytree admiration. I need to thank Japan for their awesome railway service for allowing such a trip to even be possible. Thank you!
Japan Trip 2024:
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Had to pay over and over again for my breakfast, something which should have been in the initial pricing. Yogurt, Orange Juice, and avocado toast. When I noted this hotel was a ‘hipster’ hotel I wasn’t lying. American hipsters ruining everything.
Noted to have caught up on Twitter/X at Ueno’s shrine, next to Ueno zoo. Or so noted in the travel log.
Swiftly deciding what train to take to Enoshima-Kamakura area. Google Maps suggested I should take the ‘Ueno-Tokyo Line’, so I did. I happily made my way into the train station to make my way from one area to the next. Japan is beautiful and awesome this way.
Ueno Station felt overly blissful, especially from this side of the station. Sure, it’s overly busy, and I’ve seen this place in ‘SoraTheTroll’s Youtube video. It’s far more impressive in person, and I’m glad I’ve made my way through here a few times.
As silly as it may be, I intentionally oriented my way towards Ofuna Station to gain another nostalgic ride from the Monorail. I didn’t have to, but I intentionally chose to ride the Monorail one last time prior to heading back to Canada. I had to ride this thing, even if the initial charm was gone. It was still a fun, if bumpy ride. I admire these futuristic attempts at trains.
Correction:
The laugh I had at Kamakura was from this day, not the previous time I had noted it. Corrections shall be made.
Something amusing happened, after I had taken an image of my travel logbook noting what I had accomplished in Japan. It dealt with how I was attempting to capture a selfie of me drinking some honey tea drink while a Japanese guy on a street below saw me, chuckled at me. I failed to capture an image. Instead, I have to resort to AI image and two Google maps images showing where he was and where I was.
The guy (and a few others) were probably waiting to enter the ‘Enoshima Koya’ restaurant. He saw me, chuckled at me, or I assume he had. I glanced down to see him chuckling at me.
I’m simply noting this for blog documenting purposes, nothing negative. Not calling him out; I’m calling myself out for not hitting the shutter button. I wish I had an image of me fake-drinking a drink. I’m happy about the situation, if frustrated I never captured an image of myself drinking from the drink.
(Corrections have now been made.)
Even if only temporarily, I was briefly able to forget my worries and concerns. I felt at peace, human again, and away from the stupidity contained in Ottawa, Canada. Or similar with the stupid political corruption running rampant in Vancouver with the fake Trans LGBTQ garbage. I was able to view life in its proper lens, in its proper angle, and actual natural perspective. Proper ocean sea breeze, fishing boats, people fishing, and the actual natural side of nature. Being in Kamakura-Enoshima was a genuine blessing, one I was overly grateful for. Sure, I was paranoid about what people may have thought about me, but I enjoyed my time there.
When the going gets tough you tend to shed the needless baggage leaving you with only the things you genuinely need in your life, such as you, your hobbies, and what allows you to live and breath. For me, it’s also about KanColle & Azur Lane. They’re two beautiful cakes, and I admire them both for their beauty. They can co-exist nicely with travels around Japan, and the world using AR Mode, figures, etc.
POI!
A Slovakian girl once told me I should take more pictures of myself in foreign places to make note of memories. Actual moments of “I was there” for others to see where I was, how I was doing at that moment of time, etc. Actual moments in time. I still occasionally think about her wise words. In fact, I’m more proud of my appearance in Japan than I am in both Ottawa and Vancouver. My state of depression in both prior, and leading into my Vancouver 2022 trip showed just how broken I was. Highly depressed, long hair, unkept, and overly broken. I had to deal with the deaths of my Mother, than Sparky (the dog), than my father in 2020. I then had to deal with losing my place of residence thanks to my father’s passing, and bullied/rushed from 2020-2021 to find my own place in this broken Canadian country, something I’m still unable to do. I also have to constantly deal with overt, and intentional, harassment, retardation, and intentional abuse in Ottawa in regards to immigrants & a few brainless Canadians intentionally ruining the country. Them, and Dictator Trudeau.
Japan is far better, and you can clearly see me being far happier in Japan than in any of my Canadian selfies. I’m certain, without a shadow of a doubt, Japan would have been far more rewarding, on numerous levels, providing me numerous benefits. Sure, I would have constantly stumbled, but at least I would have been more of a human than what I had become in Canada. I had to constantly hear my parents also vent at how broken Canada is, and same with other Slavic Europeans. Heck! Even Chinese folks who fled China have openly stated at how screwed up Canada is thanks to Liberals, Dictator Trudeau, and intentional political activism actively destroying Canada, and the world. Japan feels it to, just as Square Enix, Nintendo, and other mainstream companies actively sabotage their games for the handful of ‘Modern audiences’ playing their game. Japanese companies told to “go woke” (by Americans) to destroy their own country, to rape and violate both females and children, and destroy the fabric of society. Screw that. I enjoyed my nice breezy walk in Japan’s natural ocean side. Escapism at its finest.
Japan is bliss in various other regards, such as transportation, common sense, and Konbini services, and other stuff. Social formalities also goes a long, especially when viewed from a traditional European, even Slavic, point of view. The proper way. Granted, Europeans have also failed themselves by giving up on tradition, something which had kept them together, and what has kept Japan together. Once you give up on tradition that’s when everything falls apart leading to harsh suicides, poor mental health, and social collapse, something we’re actively witnessing on both ends of the Western & Japanese scale.
I digress…. My point in all this is how tradition in Japan has made me happier. Seeing people being actually human, following actual social norms, and being the actual proper “you”, and not the fake “Trans you” is a better way to live in the world. Being the real human “you” is far better, far healthier, and far more rewarding than the fake “real Trans you” social activists have been actively screaming and preaching about in a false ‘political correctness’ nonsense since 2017~, or so. Yes, I may be a tourist in Japan for 2 total months, it however felt far more humane and dignified than whatever Canada has become. More human, basically, even if their (Japanese) society is viewed more “robotic”. When they care about their hobbies they’re far more human than even the Western side of things. The honesty and innocence is what I admire the most from Japan. When you connect with Japan, they connect back with you, and I admire that.
Japan is bliss.
I’m aware I’ll always anger the Liberals and political activists, but I can proudly and happily state (and share) I was in Japan (twice; 2023 & 2024), in Europe (multiple times, more times than I can count), and even to Cuba. I’ve also happily visited Montreal a few times, Toronto other times, and even Vancouver. On a scenic level Canada is glorious, sadly not so much on a humane level when people affiliate themselves as Liberals desiring to destroy everything they touch.
I do greatly admire Canada, I however am not allowed to because the Liberals and political activists have stated time, and time again being patriotically Canadian is transphobic, racist, Alt-Right, Neo-Nazi, and all these idiotic, and childish buzz terms.
With that in mind, can you see why I greatly admire Japan? Traditional values and mindsets? The actual standards of living? Japan is awesome when it’s honest, formal, and true to its own self. Probably explains why the main government is trying to actively reduce the Japanese population because of how its a nation of “common sense”. Japan may not be perfect, it however has far higher standards than most, and it’s why people admire Japan. It’s why I admire Japan, and it’s how I was raised by alleged “racist” Slavic traditional mindset. The Slovakian way. The proper way. The Japanese way.
I had to wait for my number. Once called, and displayed on a TV monitor, I would go up to grab my order. I was even directed how to eat my burger, something to which I knew what was being said after the fact. A burger hand-bib, something I failed to comprehend until after. I desired napkins, those where however hard to come by.
Everything was slow. Slow gradual walk from the beach, up the steps, through an intersection I had never taken before (waiting a long time for lights to turn), making my way up a street I hadn’t taken before. Seeing heavy traffic for the area while aiming for a nearby Enoden line. A recommended spot to view the trains going either way. An Enoden train front also plastered into a wall.
I’m happy I caught the blue-themed Enoden train. It’s one of the more special types, and I’m happy I caught it going around the bendy curve. You can also see how many people are riding the train, also noting the various frustrations taking this train. The locals of the area are peeved they can’t ride their own train because of how many tourists have hijacked their necessary transit route forcing the locals to walk everywhere. I was also annoyed on my previous ride on this very train struggling to make my way off the train with how crowded it was. Frustrating experience, and I can see why the locals are as livid as anybody else who desires to ride the train properly.
I also spotted a female tourist on the train briefly staring at my phone camera, something to which made me a tad bit frustrated in the topic of “over-tourism”. Too many people on a train. It hits a wrong nerve.
Satisfied, I slowly ventured my way to a nearby Monorail station to view the monorail wooshing (rushing) by. I needed a decent vantage point, a perspective I would happily obtain. It’s also refreshing going off the beaten path. I don’t like going on tours, and this is why. Going my own route, my own way, and on my own mission.
I however placed a recommended suggestion onto my travel plans, that being a KanColle merchandise meeting at Yokohama. I had to eventually double-back to Yokohama to obtain anything KanColle related, something small for the trip back to Canada.
Yokohama Station Stop – For KanColle and Motherly Stamp Hospitality:
As suggested by a fellow KanColle Admiral, I had to stop by Yokohama for some KanColle merchandise. Check it out for some acrylic stands, or whatever trinkets I could obtain.
While ink-stamp hunting I had a very beautiful moment here, at Yokohama Station. I ventured my way to the middle of the station (or what I consider to be such) seeking out any visible ink stamp stations. I asked a staff member via gesture. They pointed me towards an ink stamp location, to which I ventured to the location in a police box in a station. A security box, or whatever it may be. A mother and her kids (baby in a stroller) overly kindly gestured I should go first. I told them it’s fine, they should go, she however insisted. I grabbed my ink stamp book, accidentally fumbling the plastic covering for the ink stamp book causing it to fly into an awkward place on the other side. It flew towards the Japanese mother, to which I was embarrassed about. She reached for it, kindly providing it back to me. I attempted to swiftly press the ink stamp into the book, as quickly as I could to allow the mother to have her turn. I thanked her for both the ink stamp, and for picking up the plastic covering for the book.
I respect Japan when it comes to these sorts of formalities, even if I’m shy when situations becomes socially awkward. I genuinely hold this example in high regard, along with another Japanese mother for helping place a book back at a Fukuoka book store (Lalaport), making me love and admire Japan all that much more. The simple human behaviours in life making me wish Canada went back to this sort of mannerism.
Canada genuinely angers me with how fake it has become, something to which you can still see strong cases of human nature, hospitality, and common-sense behaviours in Japan. There, or any other places still holding onto proper traditional human values. It’s because of various Japanese mothers, of Kure, of Maizuru, of Tango-Yura, and those who still treat me like a human that I’m able to admire Japan as much as I’m able to. I wish Canada could go back to this sort of social interaction and cohesion.
(Side-Note: Please note this behaviour because it’s relevant for when I make note of a Tokyo Station interaction with overly assertive tourist foreigners further down in the blog posting.)
As I’ve noted previously, I hate being lost in Yokohama. It’s such a big station making me easily lost. I made a weird detour heading up, and around. This caused me to see a very unique side of Yokohama, something which is a blessing. I however want to know where I’m going, it keeps me in control.
KanColle Admirals may either hate or dislike what I’m about to say, it however felt as if I ventured into an overly ghetto part of Yokohama. It probably was, hence why people behave the way they do, even spitting everywhere during the night time gatherings. The building I would venture into felt fairly run-down, struggling. But because this is Japan, and because Japanese care about various aspects of aesthetics, it was still awesome purchasing carefully stocked products of KanColle. Various other lewd content was present, to which I noted, yet refused to pick up.
The line-up for the elevator (going up) was insane. I had to force my way into a very narrow stairway, making way for those making their way downwards. Awkward. Neat experience, if awkward.
Here for KanColle, and only KanColle. Purchased a KanColle CD, a few charms, and attempted to obtain two Kongo pins. Was only allowed one. Desired to give a secondary Kongo pin to my roommate, sadly being denied because of customer limit restrictions. Shame. I should have picked up that Kongo card in Akihabara.
I mean no disrespect, I however was happy leaving that building. Why? Cramped. It wasn’t claustrophobia, it was simply feeling slight unease. All those ‘Otaku’ on the ground floor seeking an elevator to go to wherever they desired. I don’t know how many were of the KanColle affiliation, it was crazy to see a line-up regardless. I don’t know if I was out of my place, or if I violated any formality line rules. I went up the stairs, purchased my goods, and left happily with KanColle goods.
Satisfied, even happy I visited this place for KanColle hype, it was time to slowly head back to base (hotel). Slowly.
(While on the train I attempted to remind myself what ‘left’ and ‘right’ was in Japanese meaning. Using Google Translate to see if I’m actually learning, or if I’m failing my crash-course learning. Right = Migi.)
I had to go around a corner to my left, down a lengthy hallway, eventually leading out into this area. If I knew my directions I could have probably followed the pathway downwards, to the right, and out. Basically the same way a group of annoying tourists I would eventually encounter had done….
Quick admiration of the exterior of Tokyo Station before reaching my desired checkpoint.
I eventually made it to where the ink stamp station is located, even attempting to document it for blogging purposes. I was in the process of taking a picture of the ink stamp station right at the moment a group of Nordic-European-appearing group (or maybe they’re simply of Spanish origin) of foreigners rushed my positioned. I, by reaction, pulled back my arms (phone in hand) during my attempt to photo document the ink stamp station causing the group to head in front of me. They walked in front of me, I stepped back, highly annoyed.
I noticed their ink stamp book was more generic, more touristy. A bland book ink stamp book of a grey, boring school dull blue paint scheme. The same school type you would use in 1990’s classrooms. One, or a few (the female) of the group would look over her shoulders a few times to note my position. They took a lengthy while, each applying their own ink stamps to their own book. Satisfied, they eventually ventured off.
I was livid. They failed to gesture in the way Japanese mothers would. They didn’t ask, they didn’t gesture, nor did they wait. They stormed through the gate, saw I gave a bit of space, pushed me aside by peer-pressure alone, and forcefully took ink stamps by force. I hate my fellow foreigner tourists when they act entitled like this.
ASK! Be more formal, more polite. Sure, I have my stupid moments hogging the ink stamp moments, but that comes from fatigue, and I apologize if I’ve ever done so.
Compare this to how a Japanese mother (in Yokohama, and even in a Fukuoka book store) allowed me, politely, to go ahead of them even when I gestured for them to do so. It makes me admire Japan all that much more, especially when other foreigners are such entitled pricks. It’s why I’m a recluse, it’s why I keep to myself, and why I accidentally stop talking when I’m in social gatherings. I deal with so much stupidity that I either turtle myself away, or I’ve turtled myself away for too long I fail to converse with folks from Tango-Yura & Kure, and other places.
*Vent, vent, vent.* (Angry noises)
I eventually tended to what I came to Tokyo Station to do. I obtained my Ink stamp, I made note of the Tokyo Station entrance area, and I also sat outside of the Tokyo Station to unwind. Sure, I vented on Twitter/X about this situation, I also attempted to equalize the situation with my own pride in Japan. Japan, Anime, and how I admire Japan’s formalities, hospitality, and common sense behaviours.
I basically sat in front of the Tokyo Station for a lengthy amount of time to unwind. Basically well over an hour unwinding, venting, fuming. Simply taking in the scenery while sitting on those stone seats, to capture some Azur Lane AR Mode, to pride myself on my Ink stamp collection, and to simply take my time to stop being angry again after those stupid foreigner tourists ruined my Tokyo Station ink stamp moment. I genuinely desired to punish them, I however had my hands tied. Bastards……..
I had to spend a long while here unwinding, calming my nerves, and I thank Japan for allowing me to do so with the power of Anime & Japanese influences. Ink stamp pride.
I’ve been gaslit, voided, and had my words twisted when I said my Japanese trips were for both a bucket-list desire, my attempt at living in Japan. It was also for health purposes, something Liberals, Reddit users, and political activists shall never comprehend with their tiny little brains. I needed to see how, where, and if I could live in Japan. That, and for ‘Revenge-traveling’, something which Reddit users, Liberals, and trolls shall never comprehend. Ever! They’ll never comprehend what it’s like to be human. Maybe if they detach themselves from Reddit they’ll eventually learn what the real world actually entails. They have tiny brains, thus why they degrade, mock, and berate others in the safety of their pathetic echo chambers on Reddit. It’s why I was able to travel to Europe, Cuba, and Japan, and they stay in potato-mode on Reddit shouting canned (false) words such as “incel”, Nazi, Alt-Right, and all those hollowed-out terms. I’ve seen the real Japan, and I can’t wait to see more real-world Japan at a later date in time.
Japan has been rewarding, even as a tourist. It showed me what real human beings should do, even if there are times they have to be robotic in what they do. Exploring, examining, and befriending people around the world is how you become truly human.
I wasn’t the only one ‘Revenge Traveling’, others were also when draconian COVID laws were placed into effect. An ailment called ‘Cabin Fever’ happened to everyone, and people were taking their own lives in insanely large numbers, more than COVID ever has. Elderly, kids, and those without social outlets took their lives. It’s why I had depression hair (long hair) for my Vancouver 2022 trip, even if I had cut it by half during my trip. I fully cut my hair for my Japan 2023 & 2024 trip, dealt with further depression marks, and other factors. Japan woke me up, and I also saw what their living conditions were, and is. I can see what everything costs, the troubles they have to go through, and what it loosely takes to live there.
The more genuinely honest people are with (and of) themselves and others, the more genuinely rewards and reactions you gain out of everything. I don’t expect Liberals & political activists to understand that, they’re miserable to the core. They’ll always berate others even when they know, for a fact, that ain’t true. I’ve been to Japan, and they haven’t. I’m more honest, and they aren’t.
This may be speculation, I however did note Japanese Twitter/X users noting a highly obese wheel-chair bound American female (and I do mean dangerously obese) tourist was riding a Ueno metro line (Ginza line) around this time. She was noted to have destroyed the framing to the door with her massive obese weight prompting the Japanese locals to make note of her weight, to poke fun at her, and to berate her size. They went full on shaming her.
Obese American “land whales” destroying what Japan prides themselves in, even destroying things in the process because various Americans can’t take care of their own health. Severely, dangerously close to a heart attack and stroke, yet somehow able to travel from America to Japan, and back again.
I’m not lying when I say Japan Twitter/X users were having a field day poking fun at this dangerously obese American “land whale” for destroying their own properly. This may have tied in with what I saw on social media, sadly an incident I failed to document for blogging purposes.
Now the Japanese had to go ‘land whale’ fishing. Yikes…..
Being rewarded by Japan’s own beauty. Japan rewarding me more, and I love it.
During my brief stay here I was continuously debating if I should go up the tower or not. It was a hard choice, especially with how severe my fear of heights is. I struggled with Tokyo Tower, I felt it in Sapporo’s Fuji TV tower, and even at Fukuoka’s Tower. My fear of heights had me laughed at by my friend who lives in Vancouver (initially Ottawa) to which anything height related had me laughed at.
I’m glad Japanese friends are understanding, maybe a bit too much on the formal side, to simply get the conversation going. I noted my palms would sweat, I would have panic attacks, and it felt as if I was actually falling. Granted, I eventually became used to the swaying on Tokyo Tower allowing me to stay there longer. Sapporo Tower? I couldn’t get close to the windows. As for Fukuoka, it was far too cramped there. Too many people, too little space, and I could feel the swaying, as I would in Tokyo Tower.
I even asked if I could access an ink stamp station. They noted it was up in the tower, to which I was disappointed. They let me go, and I stood there awkwardly wondering what to do…. What do I do? Do I go up into the Skytree, risking my pride and sanity, or do I leave the area also risking my pride and sanity? It was a lose-lose situation for me. I had nobody to encourage me, and I simply felt this was a lost battle. I left.
The place was also closing up giving me the cowardly excuse to allow me to pretend I was unable to go up the Skytree because everything closed. I didn’t go up the Skytree Tower because of my fear of heights, and because it was closed for access. Maybe it was, and I timed it well for my own sanity.
I was able to get up close and personal with the Tokyo Skytree, if sadly not going up and into it. Everything appeared closed, and it may have been for the best. Sure, I wasn’t able to obtain a possible Ink stamp of Genshin Impact x Skytree collaboration. I have other proofs and captures of me being in Tokyo to make up for that, even if I may kick myself for not doing so.
Next time, on my third trip, whenever that shall be, I’ll bring Musashi with me (of both KanColle & Azur Lane) to guard me on my trip to this Tokyo Skytree. For my own pride, ego, and self-satisfaction I need to conquer both my fears of heights and to claim the Tokyo Skytree as my conquest. I need to also visit Yokohama’s tower after failing to have done so in 2023, and same with Kobe’s, among numerous other towers in Japan.
(Side Note: To those who understood my Musashi reference and Tokyo Skytree have my respect. Hint? 6, 3, 4.)
The walk from Tokyo Skytree back to Ueno was awesome, and soothing. A nice scenic route back, if on a slight detour following the train back. Walking was soothing, and peaceful. Therapeutic.
Duplicates? Better safe than sorry. Choose your favourite version of the above images. I admire such beautify, even if simplified. Simple act of adding purple lights brings charm to the area.
The Ueno train ride was a bit awkward with a few street kids in the train. Sure, they haven’t done anything, I however still felt slightly uneasy thanks to Canadian mannerisms ruining everything sacred for everybody. Felt a bit like Yokohama’s roughness, but it is what it is, and I can safely walk back to my hotel, all the while pondering about the American land whale having sabotaged a Japanese train line with her obese size and weight. All the emergency vehicles, etc.
Made my way from Ueno Station to a nearby Konbini on the other side (FamilyMart) to which we (myself and a cashier clerk) would witness more emergency vehicles. She openly noted what was happening (in Japanese), and what’s with all the craziness. For one, an overly obese American female landwhale sabotaged the Ginza line, and who knows what this one was while shopping at the Konbini. Then there’s that whole swarm of emergency vehicles the night prior behind Akihabara. She however appeared concerned. I wish I could have talked to her about it. Sadly, I don’t know Japanese to fully converse. I made note of her concerns on Twitter/X during that night.
What was wrong with Ueno this night? Tourists gone rogue (wild), and whatever else. Walked my way back to my hotel to where I would unwind watching Anime, showering, and other stuff, while also hating the bell in the shower. I hate those stupid shower bells. I hate them! The eventual jump-scare waiting to happen, or so I view it as. I however felt clean (showering in Japan is bliss), had my happy moment with Anime, and admired my KanColle loot I had obtained. Sadly, I forgot to take pictures of my KanColle loot to boast about on Twitter/X causing people to be disappointed with me. I however have KanColle? 🙂
I’ve said what I needed to say above, and I stand by everything I’ve said.
How I admire Japan, how I think (Canadian) Liberals & political activists are dipshits, and how awesome Japan is in a more traditional aspect of life. Escaping corrupted Western politics to a more down-to-earth and common-sensed Japan. Sure, Japan isn’t perfect, but it allowed me to be human again. Allowing me the serene peace of a chilly, cold walk at Enoshima, enjoying a nice juicy big burger with neat fries, and awesome heavenly train rides across Japan. Or how I’m able to be treated as a proper human being by motherly Japanese mothers who insist I obtain my ink stamp instead of themselves, allowing me to go before them, even if I gestured for them to do so. Entering a stereotypical “sorry” type of social tug-of-war in Canada, but Japan, and with overly polite and formal Japanese mothers.
My memories of Japan are majorly positive. Sure, I have negative ones, but I mainly cherish the positive ones because that’s what pushes us through life. Sure, Japanese do spit in front of Yokohama Konbini stores, or J-walk, and act like pricks, just like any other. Japan is far more formal and polite than any other place, and I admire that. It’s what Canada used to be, and it’s what Slavic (Eastern) Europe used to be. Maybe it’s what Hungary still is, and maybe some parts of Slovakia are still like that (as I was raised), yet is actively shamed in being by fake Western political activism. We live in a world where you aren’t allowed to be human, yet encountering actual traditional human behaviours is refreshing, rewarding, and memorable. Nostalgic, even.
Melon Books, as funky as that was, is also a positive memory to me. I fear KanColle Admirals may dislike me for not initially sharing KanColle merchandise on that very night, I however have fun mementos of when I visited there with nice KanColle merchandise. I shared my loot alongside my Azur Lane loot the next day over.
Tokyo Skytree shall have to be visited properly on my third trip. Yes, I do fear heights, and it prevented me from scaling the tower on both my 2023 & 2024 trips. I’ll revisit it when I do, and if I’m ever allowed to do so. I have to (lame) excuses as to why I haven’t gone up, and I’ll use those two excuses to allow me not to beat myself up on me not scaling the Skytree – 1) Fear of heights, 2) Everything closed shortly after I arrived.
Japan is bliss. It may not be perfect, it however is rewarding in ways we aren’t allowed to be rewarded in life in the Western side of the world. Everything is “offensive”, “racist”, or “-phobic” in the political correctness making Japan’s way of life all the more refreshing. A breath of fresh air. Everything in life is punishing. Japan is a breath of fresh air, and I admire Japan for that. I admired my lengthy coastal walk in Enoshima, the train rides, train spotting, and the smaller things Japan holds dear to themselves. Human things.
Japan was my necessary travel for various reasons. Japan was my ‘Revenge-travel’ because of:
1) Cabin Fever (health/Depression). Everybody was suffering mental health issues, myself included. We needed Vancouver, Japan and other trips to revive our sanity because governments in the world highly screwed up with their ‘one-world’ government drivel.
2) Bucket list needing to explore now, or never be allowed to visit at all. Now or never. I had to go in 2023, and again in 2024, or else I would be forever in regret, forever hating people who traveled to Japan. Forever yearning for Japan. I’ve gone twice, desiring to go back for a third for the happy, humane, and a trip full of awesomeness. Happy Japan Thoughts.
3) Scouting out a place to live. I need a place of my own, Japan offered an avenue for me to live in an indirect manner. Liberals and political activists shall never comprehend the general reality, only shaming, berating, and harmful tactics. They’ll always gaslight, berate, and humiliate because of their own worthlessness in life forcing people to live on a streeet, something normal people genuinely do not desire. Screw them! I’ve done more than they ever shall. I’ve been to places they would dream of, openly denying they ever desired in ‘save-of-face’ mannerism. Japan is bliss. Canada is broken all thanks to Dictator Trudeau and his ‘Political Correctness’ minions. Shame. You’re not allowed to live, eat, or be human in Canada because it’s taboo from a Liberal Canadian perspective. Everything is Nazi, racist, and offensive to Liberal Canadians. If I ever get a properly safe place to live, a place of my own, that shall be glorious.
I want to be human again, something Canadian Liberals and Political activism prevented me in being. Japan has awakened me, and I’m happy for Japan for doing such. Thank you! Thank you for having me! Vancouver (2022) was a push, Japan was a shove. Push comes to shove, and you do things to be human again.
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed. See you in the next Japan blog post!