I never want to leave this country. Well what I actually mean is I never want to leave this hotel and so far I haven't. The view of Mount Fuji from my bedroom window is out of this world. This bedroom is out of this world and has more sqft than my apartment. This does not offend me, since there is no wine fridge, but fuck am I painting all the wood in my apartment dark brown. So calm. So reminscent of the most weirdly fantastic service ever ever ever.

The most perfectly beautiful 5 foot Japanese lady was standing on the pavement to welcome me last night. And then I was swarmed by her army of perfectly beautiful Japanese men who removed every possible item of luggage from my person and ushered me up to reception. So gentle, so soft, such perfect perfect skin. I nearly cried. I would not have been the first. Beautiful married lady I met in the bar last night told me that she did cry when she saw the bathroom. She is from Kyoto and in town for a wedding. Her husband was in the room sleeping off the booze. I drank, she smoked. I fell in love with her. She told me I was beautiful [which, to be chronologically correct, was when I fell in love with her].

Bad news. My camera battery is dead and I have lost the charger. Fucking typical.