With only one day left in Tokyo, I wanted to make it count. I had checked off most of the tourist attractions and city walks on my list so I was left with a day to do all the bits and pieces that were at the back of my mind. I grabbed my guidebook and planned my route to Odaiba.
To say I’m a bit of a Ghibli nerd would be an understatement. My whole trip to Tokyo revolved around when I could get into the museum. It’s a funny place to try and talk about because my favourite part of visiting was that I had no expectations. For the first time ever, I didn’t do a single bit of research or Instagram searching because I wanted it to be a surprise.
I’ve seen my fair share of temples so I wasn’t sure if there were going to be any on my Tokyo bucket list. After speaking to my friend over dinner I quickly learnt the Meiji Shrine was the place to go. A quick rummage through my Lonely Planet book further backed this opinion and I decided to give it a shot.
The past year has seen me set myself some terrifying challenges. I’ve been pushing myself beyond boundaries I previously couldn’t even hope to reach. One of the biggest struggles for me in recent years has been as simple as being alone. Alone with my own thoughts and my own responsibility. This month I went past that boundary at lightening speed as I travelled to Tokyo completely alone, I truly was flying solo.
The past few months have been difficult as we reach the time of year when people start coming and going. A few of my best friends have been leaving and, unfortunately, my favourite fivesome is about to become three. Two of our besties are setting sail for the States and we’re making the most of the time before they go.
I’ve never been great at theme parks. There’s no point denying it, I’m a bit of a wuss. Rides just aren’t my cup of tea. Nevertheless when my friends found out I’d lived in Hong Kong and hadn’t yet been to Ocean Park, they were keen to resolve this.
In an attempt to undo some of the damage our holiday in Boracay had done to our bodies, my flatmates and I have become a little obsessed with night hiking – or Niking as we like to call it.
We had every good intention of having a cultural China break. Honestly, we tried really hard. All five of us have lived in Hong Kong for over two years and are yet to step over the border to the Mainland. It’s not our fault! When you have to choose between getting visas and forking out for expensive flights and overnight trains or cheap flights, beautiful beaches and crazy nightlife – you always go for the latter right?