I've gone zen in Kamakura


Astute readers of the first log of John will have noticed that I was recently in Japan. Astute or not, it is hard to hide the fact that I have a great fondness for things kelp-flavoured and sea-weed covered.

You could make the leap of faith and suggest that in some past life I was Japanese. It wouldn't even be a leap too far—a vague knowledge of my childhood, talents, outwardly repressed but-bordering-on-near-obsessive intensity, and these days quaint sense of the polite and socially harmonious is so obvious, that, at least an in-transit Japanese stopover during the many millennia round-the-world ticket that is the soul's journey should be a given...

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