Kyoto (Japan), 18.09.2013

Back at the hotel, I picked up my bags at the concierge desk. I handed over my baggage tag to “girl 1”, who passed it to “man 1”, who passed it to “girl 2”, who took “girl 3” and disappeared in the storage room. Then both girls 2 and 3 came out again without bags. Then girls 1 and 3 changed positions, went back into the storage, and came back with my bags. Things take time in Japan, but are done properly and in all order… Continue reading “Kyoto”

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