The icy climb
One thousand snowy steps at Yamadera. Slow, slippery and completely worth it.
Open journal →We started documenting Japan long before we imagined this page. The old posts are imperfect, personal and sometimes wonderfully random — which is exactly why they belong here.
We visited the Sendai 3.11 Memorial Community Center at Arai station. It is a small place, but the stories, timeline and handwritten wishes on the walls stayed with us.
Read the original Ecency journal →One thousand snowy steps at Yamadera. Slow, slippery and completely worth it.
Open journal →Ritsurin Garden, with ponds, bridges and a slower rhythm in the middle of our Shikoku road trip.
Open Shikoku story →Hello Kitty, themed spaces, latte art and a giant cafe companion.
Open journal →Hanayashiki: old-school rides, a little pond and a family afternoon in the middle of Tokyo.
Open Hanayashiki story →Kazurabashi in remote Iya Valley — a vine suspension bridge hanging above the forest.
Open Shikoku story →Hot crispy melon-pan, cold ice cream and one unanswered question.
Open journal →The little map that turned Japan into a long-running family mission.
Open journal →Sugi-no-Osugi — a sacred cedar said to be more than 3,000 years old, with a small shrine beneath it.
Open Shikoku story →Kokusai-dori, colourful shops, local music and an irresistible cheese tart.
Open journal →Chichibugahama at sunset, where shallow tide pools can turn the beach into a natural mirror.
Open beach story →Doraemon, childhood memories and a museum that felt like stepping into the manga.
Open Doraemon story →A&W nostalgia: burgers, curly fries, root beer and the famous mascot.
Open journal →A waterfall tucked behind Kazurabashi — one of those small discoveries that made the drive worthwhile.
Open Shikoku story →Another little frame from Hanayashiki — exactly the kind of ordinary family memory we want to keep.
Open Hanayashiki story →A quick stop in Kochi during the Shikoku drive — proof that the road itself can become part of the memory.
Open Shikoku story →A map of places is nice.
A map of memories is better.
Odaiba, Hello Kitty and the wonderfully unnecessary things that make Tokyo fun.
Golden temples, shopping streets and a suspiciously competitive melon-pan shop.
Winter, snow and one thousand slippery steps at Yamadera.
Tohoku memories that became quieter and more reflective.
Colour, tropical streets, local food and a little piece of Singapore nostalgia.
One of our earliest Japan trips gave us a simple idea: buy a magnet map and slowly conquer it. Years later, the shaded areas became a record of where we had actually been.
At the time of the original post, we had covered roughly half. Kyushu and Shikoku were still waiting.
Read our original magnet-map story →Doraemon was part of our childhood, so walking into the museum in Kawasaki felt less like visiting a museum and more like stepping inside something we already knew.
Read the full Doraemon story →Two of our own Japan films, kept here as part of the archive.