My tummy doesn’t know what it’s in for.
Once I make it through the 9-hours of in-flight food (although, did you know you can take fruit and vegies on the plane?!), the lucky little devil is going to be experiencing a 16-day banquet of Japanese treats. I’m determined to come back a sushi-snob, a Jap cuisine know-it-all and a raw fish devourer. Bring on the eel, me thinks. Unagi’s a definite goer.
They say the Japanese have the lowest obesity rate on the planet… hopefully the skinny minnies over there can share their wisdom, yes? Apparently the traditional Japanese diet is a way of eating based largely on fresh vegetables and fruit, rice, soy and fish, all served in modest portions. Sounds good to me… although, so does the tempura, gyoza and sake. Bring it ALL on.
I’m salivating! Only one sleep to go until I’m dressed up as a giant chicken singing karaoke in some seedy Japanese nightclub with a yakitori skewer in one hand and a cold beer in the other… not to mention my newly-formed band of Harajuku girls in tow. Oh, joyous holiday, just begin for the love of god.
PS: I’ve chowed down sushi the past two days. Excited, much?
