Land of the Rising Sun
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April 1999
s most of SE Asia raged into the HOT months, we knew that flying west to India wouldn't be any cooler. In the heat, Dave's internal temperature gauge doesn't know how to handle a constant broil, and at times he feels like a polar bear at the Atlanta Zoo. The flat plains of Burma were a scorcher for him. We'd talked a few times about making the heat part of the "experience", letting our bodies eventually acclimatize, and pressing on westward through India towards home, but in the end, another option won out. A cool diversion.
ur relatives in Tokyo had encouraged us from the start to visit the "Land of the Rising Sun". It wouldn't be hot there. Rather, we would be experiencing the first signs of spring. We knew if we left right away, we'd be in Japan during Holy Week. There's something symbiotic about being with family on Easter, especially for those who believe in the Easter message, so we booked our flights.
n the way over, it seemed we didn't have any expectations for the country itself. We had been to several Asian lands by now, and had seen so many things. We really didn't know if this financially prosperous, industrialized nation would hold any individual character or charm that we hadn't experienced in the past few months. Our hearts anticipated the enjoyment of family and friends, but didn't expect the unique and beautiful culture of Japan.