Yesterday, I spent the entire evening walking up and down Ghost Street. This vibrant street is lined with Chinese restaurants and thousands of red paper lanterns shroud the street in an almost magical glow. Some may find it a bit kitschy in a “waving-cats-and-Mao-portrait-plates” kind of way, and I agree that this setting probably wouldn’t work anywhere else than in China.
On our last evening in Tokyo, we had arranged to meet for dinner with Tina (a friend of mine from high school) and her husband, who also happened to be in Tokyo. Due to Golden Week the restaurant where we had planned to eat was closed, so with the rain streaming down our necks, we had to try to find somewhere else.
OMG is probably one of the most affordable jeans stores in New York, and when I first visited this store, I doubted that the store items were authentic. Why? Because the jeans were so cheap and the location so close to Canal Street, which is infamous for counterfeit goods. I later found out that it is in fact the real deal, which is great news for denim-lovers on a budget.
Before I came to Kenya, I didn’t have the slightest idea about what people in this part of the world were having for dinner, but after almost a week in the country, with three daily doses of Kenyan food culture, I have already got a fairly good impression of what makes a traditional Kenyan meal.
Yesterday we went on our first Jumeirah Restaurant Week dinner. We had booked a table at the Spanish restaurant Al Hambra, where you got a Casual Dining 3-course menu for 120AED. Al Hambra is located in Madinat Jumeirah in the impressive Al Qasr building right next to the beautiful canals.
Most of Dubai is desert, and ever since we moved here, we have felt obliged to take a closer look at what is going on outside our air-conditioned bubble. Neither Poul nor I are very much into outdoor activities, but this Monday, we finally got away on an overnight desert safari.
You have some of the best views of the wild and crazy Shibuya Crossing from the 2nd floor at Starbucks, but to my great surprise, you’re not allowed to take photos. This was explained to me by the Starbucks staff in a very firm, and not very Japanese way.
Early this morning, an insistent ringing on my front door woke me up. Bleary-eyed and still in my pajamas I toppled out of bed and opened the door just to see…Two Koreans, asking me to let them in!