"Will I regret being here?"
I offer this question upfront as one you might need by the time you are half way through one blog post. I hope you laugh, but suspect a large range of other emotions are also on offer including panic, shock and anxiety that Japan may confine the whole of the Western world to a padded cell after hearing me photograph a toilet.
Hi, my name is Elizabeth. Welcome to my life.
(If the pictures below look weird, do a tiny resize to your browser window. Something untoward has happened to my set-up...)
I was discovering neither my jacket nor shoes were even vaguely waterproof. The rain was lashing so hard that I had to hold the umbrella in two hands, with my wet fingers clasping the plastic canopy to stop it turning inside out. Beneath this plastic shield, the backpack I was wearing across my chest yowled a protest.
Which was frankly a bit rich, since I was wrestling the umbrella for her benefit. Also, this was my second walk in the typhoon that was predicted to be the most powerful storm on record to hit the Greater Tokyo area.
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