I was a dreamer.
And hopefully will always be.
With my trusty 35mm Minolta film camera glued to the palm of my hand, I was at my happiest and most free. It captured not just my imagination but also my memories of days spent travelling, exploring, and all the beautiful things that happen along the way.
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I bathed naked with elderly perfect strangers. I'm pretty sure they were all giggling behind their hands at my fat white body.
I went to Fuji Rock Festival up in the misty mountains, saw Prodigy headline, and bumped into a girl I used to walk to uni with (on the other side of the world).
I cycled through the alpine terrain of Hokkaido for a couple of weeks.
I hiked a mountain range with three gorgeous retirees, saw Mt Fuji poke his head above the clouds, and fell asleep on a mountain top in a communal bunk to the sound of old men snoring like an orchestra of nasal rattling.
I sang karaoke with friends in a sound proofed booth (it's dangerous how confident you feel when you think no one else can hear you, and when you can order drinks from the bar from an internal phone).
And I was shown the kindness of strangers who took us in, gave us beds, kept us safe, fed us amazing food, and dressed their dog up as a Geisha and a Samuri.......
The stories are endless.
The photos are priceless.
Thanks for the memories, Japan x