Sweat is dripping down my back as I struggle to push and pull my two suitcases and my backpack though the fifth coach of the train to Frankfurt. “I’m sorry” I say with an apologetic smile as I bump into the third handbag of a stranger.
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Call me smarty pants but when I moved to Japan exactly 6 months ago, I knew that I was going be overwhelmed, challenged, confused and wowed on the daily basis. I soon found out that I was going to struggle with finding my way through the day to day life because I couldn’t remember peoples’ names, figure out how to buy the right train ticket for the first time or was holding a bottle in my hand not knowing whether I was about to buy shampoo or conditioner.
The other week, I had an eye-opening class at university. In “Environment and Society” I watched parts of the movie “A Plastic Ocean” and it wasn’t necessarily the movie that was such an eye-opening experience but rather the reactions of the students around me. But let me tell you the story from the beginning…
I’ve never been the biggest fan of cheesy quotes. But whenever I come across one that does trigger something inside me, I always make sure to write it down. So I have countless screenshoted or saved somewhere lost in the 128GB storage space of my phone.
I’m sitting in The Loft, a cafe in Canggu, my favourite city in Bali so far. In the middle of a cloud of the smell of coffee and the fumes of motorcycles that cruise down the main street towards the beach. Then there’s the sound of people chatting, infused with a coffeehouse playlist which I already know from yesterday.
I don’t know about you but about 95% of my past flights were “the cheapest option I could find”. “The most convenient” regarding service or layover times are usually in the lower category of my priority list. My rule is: if I can get to my destination whilst saving a couple of hundred euros, I happily chose the smaller seats and the lack of service on and off the plane. When I then get on that low-cost plane, however, I often regret my choice.
A dream of cherry blossoms at the castle in Himeji
I had my first magical moment in Japan when I sat on the skyliner-train, on my way into the heart of Tokyo and watched houses and fields fly by. The landscape still had a grey tint to it because winter had just left the country. So when I saw the first tree in its beautiful white dress, my heart literally skipped a beat!
Hi! My name is Phyllosophia, I’m a 20 year old girl from Germany and my favourite food is culture mixed with heaps of sunshine. Now, that I’ve blown my first secret and we’re pretty much best friends, I would like to let you in on the secret of what this blog will be about and all the exciting stories you will be able to read on here.