You know how I know I was finally in Tokyo?
The men’s room had squat toilets.
That’s when it really hit me.
Tokyo.
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These were the days when kaunting-tulong-lang-po (a little help, please) girls were making rounds in malls, with their laminated letters and their organic bags filled with dried mangoes. I’m seeing less of them nowadays.
I think they went the same way as the bus conductor scammers (the guys who folded peso bills in one hand like bus conductors and tricked you into buying juice drinks.)
And yes, Philippine Airlines served dried mangoes. Believe it.
I think that was my first time to eat an international flight meal. All I get to eat before in domestic flights were bread rolls and bottled juices.
Note: I did not go barefoot as much as I expected over there. Of course, I did not enter many private residences.
Welcome to the beloved Japan storyline of Beerkada! This is dedicated to The Japan Foundation, who sponsored my trip there.