I collapsed into the bed at the hotel and relaxed for just a moment. It had been five years since I last set foot in Osaka.
A light rain was falling outside my window, the beginning of autumn, the beginning of an adventure. The place was in Bentencho, in the south-west. I grabbed my gear and followed the path under a covered shopping street and under a rail bridge. A group of kids passed me by on their bicycles, I asked them where the old town was, they said to go north. I wandered past the ominous form of the Kyocera Dome and followed the rivers and canals. I was walking past streets and houses that would only be a memory in Tokyo…Read More