Of all the strangest blog titles I never thought I would be drafting, this one perhaps takes the biscuit (apologies for the pun, which you will soon learn is all too relevant).
In truth, alongside my recent article about the bush walk to the nudist beach in Croatia, this surreal moment in Japan ought to have won a free pass into my weirdest travel moments round-up. However, with so much inspiration for that post blossoming from Japan and with the intention to pen another article devoted entirely to those “Only in Japan” stories, this particular travel tale was demoted to the reserve team.
As someone all too familiar with the uncomfortable feeling of being in a school reserve team, a wave of guilt swept in about my elitist tactics. Apologies, quirky little Osaka experience. Today is your moment to take centre stage; may you shine brightly.
If you are making your maiden voyage to Japan and have more days at your disposal than we did, allow yourself more than one night in Osaka. The city is a thriving, energetic foodie playground with an exhaustive menu of activities that promises not to have you fingering your Lonely Planet in a frantic state of boredom.
In time, I hope to condense my time in Osaka into a helpful guide for you but until then, let me tell you about our impromptu craft experience.
