Rainy season has arrived. It is worse than we could have expected. We were warned, but nothing could prepare you for this level of humidity. The sweat, the smell, the hair. Oh the hair.

So, for the next month Dan and I will be dressed in smelly clothes we couldn’t dry in the 110% humidity and will be sporting the biggest hairstyles and sweaty upper lips. It is a good look, full of sexy potential.

Japan often boasts of four seasons. This is a lie. There are five, FIVE. Spring, this hell, summer hell, autumn, and winter. That, dear Japan, is five.

Must dash, I have five thousand mosquito bites to rip from my skin