We said goodbye to Osaka and boarded the Shinkansen once more, this time bound for Odawara, the gateway to Hakone and, eventually, Togendai. The mission was simple. Get a front-row seat to

We arrived in Dotonbori, and Osaka felt different almost immediately. If Tokyo is Sydney, Osaka feels a bit more like Melbourne. A little less polished, a little more rebellious, and we were here

It’s our last morning in Tokyo for a week, and just as well, because our room has developed a potent pong from wet socks piling up over the past few days. Somehow,

For a city that seemingly never sleeps, I actually slept pretty well. The boys were still asleep, so Erin and I headed out for a short stroll to get our bearings. Within fifty

Much to my dismay, morning arrived. I heard movement and thought, great, Erin’s up. She likes an early start, which usually buys me another thirty minutes of sleep. Being a team player,