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Life and work of Ru Raynor

Year: 2019

The Accidental Pilgrim

After a few more days spent in Tokyo, including a hilariously bad date that I’ll carve into a short story one day, I headed off to the Izu Peninsula. My first Workaway position was set up in Shimoda (the end […]

Time Spent With Flowers

So, a confession. Honestly, I thought sakura season in Japan was going to be overhyped. The street I grew up on in England is lined with cherry trees and every spring I would happily kick through the fallen blossom, nature’s […]

The Lobster in Lipstick

We interrupt this usual travel blog for a detailed retelling of an anxiety attack. Lobsters, to oversimplify things, do not age. Thanks to the ability to constantly produce telemerase, a substance that caps chromosomes and allows cells to divide without […]

Large Pots and Long Walks

On Saturday, I slept late. My whole body ached, right through; my sleep disturbed by a Rubenesque German with sleep apnoea snoring three bunks over, and my throat still constricted and tight. I didn’t know if it was the sleep […]

Supplies and Sumida

As I may have mentioned, I’ve been to Tokyo before. When I was 19, after I lost my job in pharmaceutical data entry thanks to the global financial market crash, I headed off to Tokyo for four days on a […]

Shrines in Shallow Grass

Here’s a top tip for getting from Narita to central Tokyo- Keisei Bus run a shuttle direct to Tokyo Station. It takes about 1 hour, costs 1000¥, runs every 10-20 minutes, and means you don’t have to struggle with all […]

On Flying

One of the many fascinating things about air travel, leaving out the sheer physics wizardry that is mankind getting huge hunks of metal up into the sky in the first place, is that most of the time no matter how […]

Fair Bologna

On arrival, my friend hugged me, took my pack, and told me exactly what I wanted to hear. “It’s only a 15 minute walk to my place, and there’s strawberries and beer in the fridge.” We strolled down the graffiti […]

A Bad Beginning

This is the story of a journey which became a farce. It is not as bad as some beginnings. I did not, for example, return home one day to find my house burnt to the ground and myself orphaned along […]

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