Free Tokyo Walking Tour

The first rule of Japan is – “don’t try to understand the logic – it just is” 

OK, so let me give you some examples.

It’s against the law to smoke outside coz it may annoy somebody, and you’ll get fined, but it’s perfectly fine to smoke in a restaurant at a table next to people eating.

“Recycling is life” proudly proclaims the sign in our Airbnb, but rubbish is only separated into ‘burnables’ (which includes soft plastics) and ‘non burnables’. All rubbish, burnable and non burnable alike, is put into plastic bags, and left on the footpath for collection. Our Airbnb kitchen has no cutlery and no crockery but three drawers are solely dedicated to plastic bags of three different sizes for three different bins.…

Off To Tokyo

After an early morning coffee and pastry, and a walk along the Gold Coast beach, I checked myself in, and was duly waiting patiently when Mandy’s flight arrived from Melbourne.

An 8 hour flight on a newish Boeing 787 direct to Tokyo, but it was one of the most straightforward flights I’ve had. To their credit Jetstar left on time, arrived early, got the ordered meals right, and we had a quiet journey on a good plane, so it all worked out perfectly in the end.

Straightforward immigration and customs formalities, and we didn’t hit a speedbump till we had to find the machine (down one floor and along a bit we eventually worked out) to buy a stored value card and load some money on it.…

Packed for Japan

Packed and ready to travel, but it didn’t go quite to plan. In the middle of the afternoon, I received a message to say that my bus for very early tomorrow morning which was going to transfer me to the Gold Coast Airport for my flight had been canceled. Sheesh, thanks for the warning.

After three calls to the service centre, being cut off, and talking to several people who really didn’t know what was going on, I was eventually told that there were no other options, and ‘would I like a refund’. There’s nearly always an option, it’s just that they don’t think about it.…

The End of Our Adventure (Mar 21)

Snuck out of our room in the dark about 5:30 so we didn’t disturb anybody else, which was all a bit pointless because there was nobody else in the hostel apart from us anyway. Too early for breakfast, but we grabbed some orange juice on the way out.

Our driver was actually waiting for us, so we were on the road far earlier than our expected departure time, and at that time of the morning with no traffic we had a very easy run to the airport, so we ended up there with hours to spare.

Printed out our boarding passes and bag tags at the machine, then wandered down to the food court to grab some coffee for breakfast, and spend our last cordobas.

Razing Granada (Mar 20)

William Walker was an interesting guy.

He was an American mercenary who, in the era of the expansion of the United States, driven by the doctrine of ‘manifest destiny’, organised unauthorised military expeditions into Mexico and Central America with the intention of establishing private colonies. Such an enterprise was known at the time as ‘filibustering’.

Walker originally went to Nicaragua in 1855 as leader of a mercenary army employed by the Nicaraguan Democratic Party (based in Leon) in its civil war against the Legitimists (based in Granada), and then attempted to split the country by playing one city off against the other. 

On To Granada (Mar 19)

Most things seemed to go right today, well, at least until lunchtime.

The small shuttle bus arrived on time at the church on the corner to take us to Granada. Being only four of us on board, there were no subsequent pickups and the luggage stayed inside with us, so we actually arrived at our Airbnb in Granada ahead of time and were warmly welcomed by Juan, who has been operating the Airbnb since 2019, which I suppose hasn’t been the easiest of times. He either inherited or took over the B&B from his mother, I’m not actually sure which, but it’s a lovely oasis of a place only a street or two away from the centre of the town.

Leon (Mar 18)

Somoza may be a son of a bitch, but he’s our son of a bitch.”,  President FD Roosevelt supposedly said of the brutal dictator in 1939, and that sums up pretty much the history of Nicaragua in one sentence.

Anastasio Somoza García ruled Nicaragua as a brutal family dictatorship from 1937 till his assassination in September 1956, and was supported and funded by successive US presidents. Prior to that, the US actually occupied Nicaragua from 1912 – 1933.

Years later, Ronald Reagan signed a top secret directive to allocate $19 million to the CIA to conduct covert actions against the Nicaraguan government who were no longer deemed friendly to the U.S.

Nicaragua (Mar 17)

You know how bad days are. They just sneak up on you. Just when everything seems to be going well, everything falls apart. Well, that’s probably a bit overdramatic, but it wasn’t a great day. We left nice and early to make sure we were standing outside the hotel at the appointed time for the shuttle bus pick up. Took us about 20 minutes to walk out of the El Tunco township, and along the highway with no footpath to the nominated motel, and then we stood and stood and stood. Found out the next morning that they sent us an e-mail half an hour after they asked us to be at the stop saying that they had moved the pick up point.

El Tunco (Mar 16)

El Salvador continues to be full of surprises. It’s on the Pacific Ocean, and the capital is a little inland. However, on the coast is a town called El Tunco, and here they host a round of the world surfing championships. It’s a surfing and backpacking Mecca. Young surfers flock from all over the world to surf here, although it’s a black sand beach and very rocky, which means it’s not ideal for swimming. If you’re not really a surfer there isn’t that much to do once you’ve explored the village, but if you are, it’s the place you want to be to surf during the day and party at night.

Suchitoto (Mar 15)

Way back in Spanish times, before El Salvador became an independent country, Suchitoto was the administrative centre of this region. It’s often referred to as the first capital of El Salvador, but really El Salvador didn’t have a proper capital until it succeeded from Spain and later again withdrew from the confederacies with their close neighbours. By that stage most people had migrated from Suchitoto to the place which is now called San Salvador, because of its proximity to the sea, availability of flat land, and the transit of the Pan-American Highway through the area.

It was meant to be a quaint town, though its population had more than halved during the civil war, so we organised a private day tour to Suchitoto today.