6. Japan Whereabouts: Himeshima, Ōita Mood: salty There’s not much to Himeshima (“Princess Island”), a tiny drop in Japan’s inland sea. In fact, this is the boondocks of the country; still, I loved its ramshackle beach houses (particularly this blue one, four metres from the water) and its friendly gumboot-wearing fishermen. Continue reading →
This isn’t an original idea for a post – in fact, I stole it directly from Brian Thacker and Peter Moore. (Is that allowed?) It’s also fairly late. Nevertheless, here’s a bunch of my travel highlights from last year. Continue reading →
Black basalt streets; Baroque buildings of fading splendour; brief flashes of Euro-chic; a preposterous number of churches; corners of squalor; miniscule cars all dented and scraped; skinny teenagers riding in pairs on menacing scooters; baristas smoking outside their cafés; seven-foot Sudanese men hawking watches on footpaths; palm trees and sandy squares (my diary entry for the day reads: ‘Have we come to North Africa by mistake?’); tiny box-shaped altars cut into the sides of buildings for statues of Christ or the Virgin Mary; tired palazzi; red-tiled domes; difficult cobblestones; ferocious gargoyles; even more ferocious graffiti; tiny wrought-iron balconies filled with potted plants and laundry pegs; bright orange buses; Roman remains; and, hanging from the occasional window, a rainbow-coloured flag saying ‘PACE’ (peace).