a The Transit Lounge: Old Skool Osaka

Back in the Day: I had a quarter life crisis, headed to Osaka, Japan for the unknown–only to discover that a passport plane ride are not necessarily a ticket to escape. Some Years Later: Settled back in Oz, the man of my dreams ended up in Tokyo for work–which is how a passport and plane ride showed me home is where the heart is. And Now: Well as luck would have it, we are about to embark on Japan Mark 3, with a baby in tow and another on the way...

Wednesday, February 3

Old Skool Osaka

I got thinking about this little ditty the other day. And from what I see on FB around me, the Bocce tournament is still a yearly occurrence.


Definitely good times in Da'cho.

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