Check out the only place you can enjoy the buttery, creamy taste of ramen. Yes, butter! Butter is not something one usually associates with a bowl of ramen, but there it was! A thick pat of butter perched majestically atop an island of bean sprouts, bamboo shoots, and ramen noodles!
Driving in Japan is like driving anywhere else in the world; once you become accustomed to different traffic laws, signs, and a few idiosyncrasies, driving a car is driving a car. I’ve been driving in Misawa for about ten months and there are some things that have caused me to pause, think, and smile.
This Japanese ramen joint will solve your winter cravings for warm Japanese comfort food!
“We come from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.” ~Jimmy Page, Robert Plant
One of the greatest samurai stories of Japanese loyalty and revenge can be found in the legendary tale of the 47 Ronin, also known as the Ako Incident. The story of these 47 samurai and their loyalty to their master is inspirational and heart breaking. While in Tokyo last month, I visited the ashes of the legendary 47 Ronin interred at Sengakuji Temple.
Sometimes the best way to stay warm in northern Japan is to indulge in some hot street food!
After rocking into the night with Slash featuring Myles Kennedy and the Conspirators, it was now time to experience the traditional Japanese sport of Sumo! We attended day six of the fifteen day January Grand Sumo Tournament 2019 in Tokyo, Japan.
Slash featuring Myles Kennedy and the Conspirators was a completely different concert experience. It seemed as though all rules were tossed aside and everyone just rocked!
When I lived in Kurashiki, the Bikan Historical District was a place where my wife and I liked to indulge in quiet, reflective walks or meet friends for drinks and dinner. A few years ago, I traveled back to Kurashiki, Japan to visit a friend and I had the opportunity to revisit the Bikan. I only spent two days wandering it’s narrow streets, but I took copious notes and began writing about my experience. Since then, I have written and rewritten this piece several times. This is my latest revision.
A poem about an experience I had on the island of Ebeye in the Republic of the Marshall Islands in the middle of the Pacific. A Marshallese friend once told me that the Pacific has no memory. I wrote this poem in 2001, but it has always haunted my thoughts. It has many revisions, but this is the current one I like the most.
