Like I said: the Japanese really know the right way to start the day.

Thank you, host mom, you seriously outdo yourself.

A whole year spent in Fukuoka and somehow I never did make it to Ōhori park.

Old friends.


Writing letters to friends from the old days.

And finally, takoyaki. The day would not be complete without that.

Our favourite taiyaki place had since closed; we searched all over Tenjin for the fish-shaped custard-filled cakes (chocolate and bean paste, we don’t forget you either) but were out of luck. It shall remain, for now at least, a memory.

We were to meet at the ferry dock to depart for Busan, Korea. But not before picking up a slim box of Hakata Tōrimon, the most delicious sweet on this planet.

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