There’s a sense of curiosity that lingers when you see the hardness in someone’s eyes, the exhaustion from the slack in their shoulders or the hostility in their stares.
My friend, Claire, a local whom I met at an exchange program, picked me up from Changi Airport and we proceeded to our first food destination: a hawker centre.
Nature in Iceland is the most ferocious I have seen - winds tear through the terrain, howling as it surges through open fields, rattling everything and everyone in its path.
I came to Osaka to eat and rightly so because whereas Tokyo is known for its vast metropolis and Kyoto is known for its serene temples, Osaka is known for its food.
Japan became priority when I stumbled upon Matt Goulding's Rice, Noodle, Fish, a food culture narrative set across different regions of Japan. Before I knew it, I had a flight confirmation from LAX - NRT in my mailbox.