Fitting in to a new culture is sometimes tricky. And it’s especially tricky when the culture is one that’s wholly different from your own. When I first arrived in Osaka, I was expecting to experience some degree of culture shock, but it usually came in unexpected forms.
I wanted to fit in to Japan, not least because I was living and working there. My first week sped by in a blur of supermarkets full of unidentifiable objects, fast trains that took me to places where I couldn’t read the signs and countless, nameless bystanders who helped me out when I didn’t know what to do or where to go.