Japan.

Japan is in many ways the most civilised of countries. The trains are spotless, the taxi drivers wear starched white gloves and the ATM presents your cash to you with a joyous tune. However, it is also a place of inherent conformity. I find the cultural complexities and frustrations really hard to explain, it’s the little things. Nevertheless, it’s time to move on to another Asian basecamp- next stop Indonesia.

Here are a few pictures from a fascinating three months in the land of the rising sun…

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