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Osaka in Review

After three jam-packed weeks in Osaka the nearby city of Amagasaki, and then a week resting/enjoying Christmas, it’s about time I sat down and did some writing. Despite trying to keep a travel diary, it only ended up lasting until about halfway through the trip. I guess it’s a good thing there are plenty of photos instead.

Shinsaibashi at dusk.

Two things which will now and forever stay with me when I think about Japan are the lovely people, and the delicious food. They truly are what makes it such a great place to visit.

Each night I wandered the streets and alleyways in search of dinner, a laundromat, or the perfect serving of takoyaki. Not once did I feel unsafe. It’s a comfort to know Japan is one of the safest places to go, and while it may not be perfect, it’s pretty good.

Taiyaki cooking on the special, custom-made stove.

Actually, I’d say it’s more than pretty good, it’s a great place for solo travel. While I was on uni exchange with a group, I still managed to have those solo adventures in the evening, and soak in everything that is Amagasaki: a city that somehow feels like home, despite being nothing like my house in the suburbs.

Panorama of Amagasaki City, taken from Sonoda Junior High School.

As for the “takoyaki quest”, I did find the most delicious ones on the way to the supermarket. While all takoyaki is essentially the same thing –  little savoury octopus doughnuts – these ones are somehow just a little better than the rest, not that I can really explain why.

Some things, it seems, don’t need an explanation when they’re simply delicious. The way I see it, that goes for a great deal of Japanese cuisine. Umami flavours abound in popular dishes, but it doesn’t stop them all from being delicious in their own unique way, and that is what I love most in Japanese food.

It is the little experiences which I loved most about all of my time in Japan. Also, it is all the little things which are making me miss it every day.

Spotted in the kitchen supply district of Osaka: Sennichimae Doguyasuji. For the record, I did heed the sign and refrained from touching the giant kettle.

Osaka, you are like a second home now, and I shall return.

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