Beautiful fairytale land

The view from someone elses apartment. Damn him.

Is this blog simply going to be a perverted and self indulgent orgy in the wonders of Japan and how much I miss it? Why certainly, so it appears.

But my visa is running out soon - I left long before my time had come - and I'm going through the motions. On D-day the 21st I will have a quiet moment, go get myself a bottle of the worst chinese imported sake I can find, go down to the pier and throw my passport into the water.
It will sail of to the shores of my fairytale land and one day be found by the highly devloped ancestors of current day japanese immigration police, and they will wonder why the visa is not finished. Indeed, so do I.