During my twenties, I lived in Japan for almost 8 years and loved every minute of it. It’s true that some things can only happen in Japan, and as a foreigner living there at the time, I had many weird and wonderful experiences (including some unbelievably bad acting on prime time Japanese tv!)
Last month, I traveled back there for work with Elissa, the kids and their nanny and poppy Kate and Jeff, also meeting up with my mum and David.
We stayed in an AirBnB in Shin-Okubo (aka Korean Town – not the best intro to Tokyo!), spent a night up in the mountains of Nikko Yuumoto, a week in a Totoro-themed apartment (!) near Shinsaibashi in Osaka with day trips to Kyoto and Nara, before spending a final couple of days back in Tokyo in trendy Naka-Meguro.
As you can imagine with 2 crazy kids in tow (1 and 3), trying to take meaningful photos without one of them stepping out in front of a cyclist or bullet train proved rather difficult. Even with multiple sets of helpful hands, trying to control them on the busy streets of Tokyo was arduous to say the least.
Speaking of taking photos, mid-way through the trip, Harry (3) decided he’d like to take over my responsibilities as primary photographer. Despite having my heart in my mouth as he sped around with $4k worth of camera around his neck, I was pleasantly surprised at his pictures, and included some of them below for their Harry’s-eye view of the world.
Multiple train, taxi and pram journeys later, it was time to take the kids back to our slow-paced life in Sydney, but not before one final kiddie-meltdown at Haneda airport, where all Elissa and I wanted to do was eat ramen in peace, but instead, were forced to use the straps of the pram as a form of straightjacket.
Traveling with young children – an exercise in sanity. I wonder how much of this they’ll actually remember?!…