Connery learned
Japanese beauty
Nothing is easier than seeing Mount Fuji. There is a way to examine it in detail – to come over the weekend, to stay in one of the hotels nearby and, from the veranda of your room, to contemplate the beautiful Fuji at sunrise, in daylight, after sunset. But this is far from all: for fans of conquering Everests, there is a special route along which they climb the mountain “wholesale and retail”, sung in every way. The climb takes from five to seven hours, it’s hard to go, but in general they don’t go to the top, but climb, and at night, in order to rise by dawn or simply crawl (whoever succeeds) to the goal.
And here comes the solemn moment – you are at the top of the most beautiful and valuable, from the aesthetic, of course, point of view, the mountains of Japan. Then, without fail, you should take a picture of yourself against the background of a landscape fabulously penetrated by the rays of the rising sun (the Continue reading
Why Japan has left-hand traffic
This question is, of course, burning. It becomes especially relevant when, after a short stay in Japan, you suddenly find yourself thinking that you can’t part with the Japanese in any way out of the blue – you’re constantly confronted. Moving along Japanese streets on a bicycle, you feel an inner need to “take to the right.” Over time, this sad habit passes, but sometimes at the most inopportune moment makes itself felt. Sometimes this leads to sad consequences; I personally once somehow was hit by a machine in Kyoto.
I started digging the question of Japanese leftism gradually, without fanaticism; word for word – something was gradually collected. Asking the Japanese themselves is bad. Firstly, it doesn’t occur to most of their nation that in other countries they can drive on the right side of the road. You tell them – they will open their eyes and with a zero expression on their faces they nod their heads. Continue reading
Mores in Japan
If it’s good, one isn’t enough, and if it’s bad, two are enough.
The first man and first woman, in the understanding of the Japanese, is the god Idaanami and the goddess Izanami. It is not known how they were born. But the touching dialogue following this is known. Izanangi: “How is your body made?” Izanami: “My body grew, grew, but there is a place that never grew.” Izanangi: “My body grew and grew, but there is a place that has grown too much. Therefore, I think, I have a place on my body that has grown too much, put in a place that you haven’t grown on your body, and give birth to a country. Well how shall we give birth? ” Izanami: “That’ll be fine.” So the islands of the Japanese archipelago appeared. Continue reading