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Little America

It’s so strange working at an international school. I work in this mini-American land that’s been carved out of a small chunk of Tokyo, right off of Roppongi and next to a McDonald’s and a Starbucks. Whenever I exit the subway station and step foot into “Little America” as I’ve nicknamed it, it feels a… Read More Little America

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Last Train Home

I love riding the trains and subways in Japanland, because there’s never a shortage of entertainment. Especially during the last train home on the weekend. It’s a little like that Disneyland ride “The Pirate’s of the Caribbean,” in that everywhere you look, there are loud, disheveled, drunk men singing, stumbling around and in the case… Read More Last Train Home