I learned pretty quickly not to drink anything in China that didn’t come in a can. Here are some of my cans. BTW – the pink stuff was supposed to be a yummy treat but was colored tofu in a custard consistency. Very unfun.
In America you can take a 5 gallon jug to the market and fill it with spring water from a machine. Those wily Japanese take things a step further, and you can do the same thing with your 5 gallon bottle only instead of spring water, you can choose to fill it with miso broth or even green tea!
Colorful. Crazy. Delicious candy from Japan.
And then there is this depressed fucker…..
Although, in retrospect, I think this picture could be from the feet section and might be for inserts you put in your shoes to keep them from smelling bad.
Most communities have a shrine to watch over them, many are hundreds and some are thousands of years old. This is just a small little shrine for a small village I was passing through complete with Tori gate entrance (these are the tall three sided red “gates” one must walk under to enter the shrine.)
You’re apt to see them anywhere. A little plat of land that serves as the local cemetary jammed full of headstones all crammed together. Space is such a premium on an island that literally every square inch is accounted for. This particular one was tiny and sat in the corner of the street where I was staying.
In America, our stop signs are octagonal. In Japan, they are a triangle.