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My friend Tim visits Osaka
The thought of travelling in Japan was quite daunting for me. Most of the places I’d travelled to before were either like Mexico, which takes its American tourist dollars very seriously and is thus set up for gringos, or like Europe, which is so aggressively multi-lingual that you have to search long and hard to find a restaurant that doesn't have it’s menu in four languages.

Not so in Japan. It is a wealthy island nation, and has a reputation for merely tolerating, not catering to its foreign visitors.

As it turns out this is mostly bunk.

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