There are no pigeons. There are crows.
They cycle on the pavements. The metro in Tokyo is splendid.
They have drink-vending machines on every corner, but no fizzy water
Wires. They have a lot of wires. They don’t care how they look.
They put quails’ eggs into the heads of small octopi and eat them.
The lavatories (electric) are equipped with provision for enema and bidet.
Beer is more expensive than whisky.
The rivers are straight. The gardens are exquisite.
Fucking futons. Fucking, fucking futons.
Talking on the phone on public transport is really not on. Bumping is fine.
Mount Fuji does not actually exist.