"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...) 

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Striking one another

“According to legend, the very origin of the Japanese race depended on the outcome of a sumo match.”

It was 5:25pm and I’d dashed from my seat to catch the bookstand in the Ryogoku Kokugaikan —Tokyo’s sumo stadium— to buy the ‎‎¥‎100 booklet on the history and rules of sumo. Since the tournament ended at 6pm, I’d arguably left this a little late.

My head gets examined

Even with earplugs, the noise was loud.

Click. Whir. Tic tic tic. Klonk.

I stared up at the plastic contraption holding my head in place and thought: How does anyone have sex in here?

Bobbing up and down

Nestled amongst the limestone protrusions in northern Vietnam's Halong Bay are people living in floating houses. 

Visiting hours for the deceased

On reflection, not stuffing the Queen Mother was a missed opportunity.

Water Puppetry

A traditional Vietnamese art is to combine the movies 'Psycho' and 'Child's Play' and produce a show known as ... water puppetry.  

Molesting healings

It wasn't until I was face down on the table having my bare buttocks spanked, that I wondered if my request for a head and shoulder massage had been misunderstood.

Immaculate flying

Conversing in Japanese is like being a dog.

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Braids for white kids

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