|me July 1973|
I didn't own a camera of my own then, or I would have had a delightful photographic diary of my adventures. I did, however, stumble onto a few photos taken by my friends. In addition to a daily swim in the East China Sea, we spent a lot of time crammed into Japanese railway cars. I was even, on one memorable occasion, mistaken for the current heart-throb Olivia Hussey. That guy will never know his little error did wonders for my self-esteem. I'm still talking about it 37 years later.
|me in my yakuta|
In all seriousness, in addition to giving me a life-long love of all things Japanese, spending some time early on in another culture instilled a sense of acceptance, gained in few other ways, but to live in and among a society that is different from one's own. It also gave me an early appreciation for my own country and it's privileges. It's good to walk a mile in another 's shoes, or zori, as the case may be.
“Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.” Charlotte Bronte
|packed in a train like sushi|
(don't you love the knee-socks?)
|...and catching a few winks|
This is a Sepia Saturday post.