Obasan Marinda-no Biku wa doko desu ka? (Where is Aunt Marinda’s bike?)

In Japan, my nephews were excited about my motorcycle and would always ask that. In hindsight, I did not know that they provided me with a very apt name for my overall experience with this bike. So where is Aunt Marinda’s bike?

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The saga continues (an update)…

If you have spoken to me recently, you are likely aware of the fact that I am still sorting out the exporting situation. My bike remains in Yamanashi with John as I try to figure out the exporting. As some background, my initial export contact (the one I had when I left Canada) ended up falling apart in Japan. The Logistics coordinator (based in Canada) passed me off to his agent (based in Japan). We went as far as obtaining the list of all the documentation and bike prep that would be required to crate and ship it to Canada. After that, the agent completely disappears. I’m not sure what happened there. I am starting to explore other avenues. Although, theoretically you can export on your own, dealing directly with the exporters is an incredible challenge, particularly in Japan. I am told that many exporters would prefer not to deal with a client shipping personal items since the country is incredibly stringent with their regulations.

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Typhoon Malinda

Up until this point, the best sushi I had in my life was at a small family run Izakaya in Lake Yamanakako. But tonight, that record was topped and I can honestly say I will never enjoy sushi the same way again. My Aunt and Uncle took me to a sushi restaurant owned by a friend of theirs in Shinkoiwa. Watching the Chef create his masterpieces was fascinating. It was an absolute art.

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