Tokyo’s pollution. A mirror-lined basement club. An ancient gate in the middle of Osaka traffic. A Yakuza warning in a dark alley. The saddest museum in the world. And a host brother whose position on vending machine publications was more complicated than he let on. Japan, unfinished — and unforgettable.
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Two visits. Two completely different Japans. A seventeen-year-old boy hosted by extraordinary wealth in Nara and tradition in Kyoto. A twenty-five-year-old president riding the bullet train first class, courtesy of a host best left nameless. The country that gave Brett Hayhoe the travel bug — and never quite gave it back.
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