Even though I had no language skills and in spite of an acute sense of terror, I plunged into Tokyo with bravado, determined to find my way around and make a success of my solo, 33-day adventure in Japan.
Ameyoko by Ghost of Kuji. Creative Commons Licence.
Unable to communicate in my usual manner, I was alone in my head all the time. (Sometimes that was a more terrifying place than the city.) I vividly recall feeling alien, and adrift—as if I were an insignificant insect who belonged nowhere crawling along the city’s sidewalks.
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