When I was in Adelaide, I met an American woman from Sydney who worked for Google and managed the YouTube operations for Southeast Asia. She often traveled to Tokyo on business, and she recommended that I try a sushi restaurant called Isana Sushi in the Roppongi neighborhood of Tokyo. The restaurant is a 7-seat sushi bar with only one chef named Junich Onuki. There is no menu, you simply get what the chef has selected at the Tokyo fish market that day. Junich spent ten years working as a sushi chef in London, so he speaks excellent English. Four years ago, he returned to Tokyo to pursue his dream of opening his own sushi bar.
I am now safely home in Portland, but still feeling the warm glow of Tokyo. This may have been the best stop of the entire trip. It is the dead of winter in Tokyo, and the weather can be miserable, but I stumbled on to two glorious days with blue skies and temperatures in the mid-50s.
Singapore is an island nation strategically located at the tip of the Malaysian Peninsula, immediately north of the equator. Records show that it was already a thriving trading port as early as 1400. In the 16th and 17th Centuries, Singapore was controlled first by the Portuguese and then by the Dutch. In 1819, Sir William Raffles arrived and set up a British trading port for the East India Company. Singapore became a Crown colony in 1867.
Memory is a mysterious and powerful thing. To digress a bit, here is the string of memories that Australia conjured up for me. Melinda and I were married in Las Vegas on July 5, 1999. The next day we went to St. George, Utah and spent a few days touring the national parks in Southern Utah. I got sick, and it was really hot. We did not have the greatest time. Fortunately, we had planned to take a trip a few months later to Australia for our real honeymoon.