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It is a truth universally acknowledged that Japan dislodged itself from the present and now exists in some kind of space-time future. Things that can be found on a normal stroll through Tokyo include: vending machines full of beer, vending machines full of underwear, vending machines full of mp3 players, buildings that talk to you (and then laugh at you, as you walk by), and should you need to stop for a pee, toilet seat warmers (each public stall complete with its own automated sound machine playing the looping sounds of rushing water, lest your defecating neighbor hear your business, or vice versa).

All of this was complete news to me the first time I visited. Japan was my next-to-last stop on my round-the-world journey, a journey that previously took me from the top of Table Mountain to the depths of the Cu Chi Tunnels. “What are you going to wear in Japan?” my inquisitive roommate asked. “Um, what I normally do, I guess,” I responded, thinking of my Merrill hiking boots, white t-shirts, and rugged jeans that accompanied me all the way through my four-month journey.

“Amanda, don’t you know that Japanese fashion is like two years ahead of fashion in New York or Paris?” she asked. I had no choice but to believe her, after all, she was from New York City. The only response I could conjure was “Oh no.”

Below, my findings from my week in various parts of Japan, taken as hastily and sneakily as I could.

In Harajuku, the street style was crazy but not too over-the-top:

Harajuku

Harajuku

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This last picture is my favorite. I’m clearly trying to capture the style of the girl in the far right side of the frame, but instead I catch a lot of the street and my friend’s shoe.

In Japan, you’d kind of run into what I can only describe as a bunch of different schools of fish in one big sea. In Harajuku, the fish were bright and colorful, expending all of their effort to be unique and stand out. In other parts of Tokyo, however, the style was a lot more standardized. I’m talking about, of course, the swarms of men in business suits:

business suits

And look, there I am! Clearly trying the best to be as fashionable as possible. White lacy top, blue jeans, a pair of $2 Old Navy rubber flip-flops (those flip-flops and my hiking boots were the only two pairs of shoes I had packed for my trip). I’m employing a classic American style trick: roll with the basics. What could go wrong?

oh god those flipflops

A few days later, I would find that EVERYTHING can go wrong when you are walking across a country wearing Old Navy flip-flops. If I could impart one piece of travel wisdom on all of you it would be NEVER WEAR OLD NAVY FLIP-FLOPS, unless the total distance of your travels is from your beach front hotel to the edge of the ocean. NEVER EVER employ them for city travels.

But as it turned out there is no better place to be than Kyoto, capital of geisha culture, when the Old Navy flip-flops finally become unbearable. Because ONLY in Kyoto is it acceptable to wear socks with flip-flops. (Only in Kyoto is it possible to find socks that will even accommodate flip-flops.) So, much to the delight of my travel companions and the chagrin of the whole fashion world, I worked this look for the rest of the week (OH GOD WHY!):

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THE SOCKS

One thing that I am genuinely happy to report is that Japanese fashion is not in fact two years ahead of American fashion. During my travels in 2007, the ubiquitous trend on women was shorts coupled with knee socks and high-heels.

taking a picture of me taking a picture of you

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I noticed none of this really going on in 2009, even though I braced myself and my short chunky legs for this to happen. I guess only time will really tell if this trend is yet to be, and only then will we truly know how far ahead in the future Japan really is.

Until then I will have to live with the knowledge that even Japanese children dress better than me:

japanese children

#FriFotos is a Twitter event founded by @EpsteinTravels. Search the hashtag every Friday to see photography from around the world illustrating the theme of the week.

To see my past #FriFotos submissions, click here!

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We had just been delivered the news: after missing our connecting flight by 30 minutes, we would have to wait two days (!) for the next available flight home from Dallas Fort-Worth. “You were informed by the agents in Toluca that you would miss your flight here, were you not?” asks the unkind face behind the Spirit Airlines desk. It was true; at 4am the night before, another unkind face advised us that we would either have to stay in Toluca another two days, get rebooked and spend one night in Chicago, or take the ever-slimming chance we’d make the connection in Dallas. My stomach churned when given that choice. I wanted to stay in Mexico. But I got on the plane. And the next morning, faced with the prospect of spending two days in Dallas when I could have spent an extra two days eating tacos, I collapsed under my own grief. And that’s when I turned from Amanda Elsewhere, Experienced Traveler into Amanda Somebody, Ridiculous Person. “Please, can you just put us on a plane back to Mexico, and rebook us from there?” She looked at me, stone-faced. “No.”

That was one week ago. Since then, I have suffered from the full gamut of your run-of-the-mill post-travel blues. Eating? Impossible. For one thing, all food tastes like cardboard. For another thing, if I eat, my stomach immediately knots up. This knotty feeling, while we’re at it, emerges with the tiniest trigger. Someone speaking Spanish on the subway? Knots. Having to sit in stop-and-go rush-hour traffic? KNOTS! (I mean, you know it’s bad when you miss even the traffic in Mexico City!) At least the crying stopped, after the second (or third) day. It’s still hard to get out of bed and fall back into my old routine. Routine is the Devil’s deed, anyway.

In Pico Iyer’s brilliant and affirming essay “Why We Travel,” he remarks far more poetically than I ever could: “…after my first trips to Southeast Asia… I would come back to my apartment in New York, and lie in my bed, kept up by something more than jet lag, playing back, in my memory, over and over, all that I had experienced, and paging wistfully though my photographs and reading and re-reading my diaries, as if to extract some mystery from them. Anyone witnessing this strange scene would have drawn the right conclusion: I was in love.” If traveling is love, then coming home is the ugly breakup you never want to have.

I’m always struck by how long it takes me to adjust to coming back home, which isn’t to say that anything has changed about home. Quite the opposite, in fact. That first step back into my house, I’m immediately slammed by the utter sameness of everything. It’s me that’s changed. And New Me, she doesn’t want any of this shit. She had a taste of the world. She wants more.

Perhaps the most interesting thing about this most recent trip is that I experienced the post-travel blues days before I even departed. These breakups are getting harder and harder on me. All the while I keep thinking “Why?” Why put myself through this? Wouldn’t it be easier to just… never leave home? Well, I think I have an answer for that, finally. And the simple answer is that falling in love, well, it feels fucking great. And maybe one day, it will last forever. Or at least a little longer than a week.

In the meantime, I’ve found that this picture makes me feel okay about my country:

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Hindu Temple, India

I am not a religious person. So, I’ve traveled around the world with a bit of curious reverence toward places of worship. We may be brought up in one religion to believe that is the one religion, that there is one god (God). But I’ve seen so many different interpretations of god (gods, God).

Man helps me to understand proper Buddhist prayer, Malaysia

The cynics in the world are not alone when they point out the strife caused throughout human history caused by religious differences. But in viewing these photos, what I see is a commonality of cultures.

Charleston, SC is known as The Holy City (due to great number of steeples that dot the landscape)

Candles lit for loved ones, Chartres, France

I see humanity reaching for something divine.

Catholic Church, Quito, Ecuador

For me, that most spiritual place has been rooted in the beauty on Earth.

In that deep blue something

For there, how could you not believe in something (Something) greater?

#FriFotos is a Twitter event founded by @EpsteinTravels. Search the hashtag every Friday to see photography from around the world illustrating the theme of the week.

To see my past #FriFotos submissions, click here!

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1. Dignity
2. The contents of my stomach (#1 and #2 are related)
3. $300, at a rate of $20 every 5 minutes (#1 and #3 are related)*
4. All feeling in my feet
5. Sleep
6. One pair of black H&M flats, estimated retail value (circa 2008): $12.95
7. The desire to come home, ever**

*Don’t worry, Grams. I did not play Blackjack.
**Probably this one isn’t unique to Vegas. Besides, as I write this I’m sitting in McCarran waiting for my red-eye back to Philly. Groan.

“Know when to stop before you start.” The other Vegas slogan.

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Here, miles from Japan
I stand as if warmed by the
Spring sunshine of home.

Visiting the Portland Japanese Garden was the closest I’ve been to Japan since I rode the bullet train from Tokyo to Hiroshima five years ago. Back then, I was cognizant of the duplicitous nature of Japanese culture, but at the time I was much more focused on and in awe of the vending machines selling everything from underwear to electronics to beer, the heated toilet seats, the Harajuku girls giggling in talking photo booth, the trains that seemed to fly. When viewed through this urban futuristic prism, Japan is utterly alien. During that same trip, I passed through Kyoto, so yeah, all the appropriate confusion descended upon me later. How can a country be so zany and so zen at the same time?

If only I had spent more time in Kyoto, I might have achieved inner peace.

Fortunately, my visit to the Portland Japanese Garden provided me with all the hindsight I needed.

Why Portland?
Portland is the sister city of Sapporo, Japan. Other than that Portland is nothing like Japan. Except maybe weird fashion?

Motifs of a Japanese Garden

All Japanese Gardens incorporate water, stone, and plants. In the Portland Japanese Garden, every plant, every stone, and the water placement lives and breathes with purpose. In the Natural Garden (one of the five styles of gardens there), the waterfall symbolizes the stages of life. It runs fast and strong at the top, in the infancy of its life, and toward the bottom the flow of water calms to reflect the peace of old age.

Zig-zagged paths ward off evil. Evil travels in a straight line, quite literally taking the easy way out.

The beauty is in the blank spaces. Where there exists clutter, there lacks focus. A Japanese room might emulate the idea of the garden. Japanese rooms are very simple, very clean. If there are any decorations, it might be a single flower. When there is one flower in an otherwise blank room, your focus can only be on that flower, and only then can you see all the infinite possibilities of beauty inherent in that one thing. (I warned you this culture was pretty zen!)

Oh, and those super enlightened Japanese know that imperfection is a virtue, which is why they wouldn’t fix this crack in the wall:

To age gracefully is to acknowledge that there is a beginning, middle, and end to life. An emphasis on seasons is a hallmark of a Japanese Garden and in the Portland Japanese Garden, this idea is exemplified in the Flat Garden. There, a planted cherry tree represents spring; a maple tree illustrates autumn.

Why you should go?

The Portland Japanese Garden has five directions. Front, back, left, right, and center. Here, you will find your center and leave feeling as though you finally understand that other side to Japan. Here, miles away from Japan

AND LOOK! They are having a Free Admission Day on February 20!

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