This Is The Japan They DON’T Show You

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I lived in Osaka in the 80’s. I remember Pachinko and Mario .

4:00 born too early to be a streamer

So happy to see Gifu in this video!
I have an amazing hand made acoustic guitar from the Yairi workshop in Kani!
Japan is the only place in the world I ever wanted to visit, because I love sumo so much, and I also want to see where my guitar was made. 🐰❤️🎸🎶✌️

says, I am sure all these business, probably wish people were wealthier, and hade more free time

Where the spirits play!!!!

The Dragon Quest Island looks fun~

I actually wasn't that far from the Godzilla zipline in August. My one regret. . .not spending enough time in Kobe.

D is for Dunce 🤣

I know that slide hurt your ass and back so much

The greatest Japanese invention is eel sushi. Eel sushi should be the national dish. You should finish every show with eel sushi

The bicycle trip looks like fun but, I was far more interested in the fishing potential in that river.
The barber looks like a very fun fellow.
A video game park would be of less than zero interest to me.
The restaurant looks like it would be great. However, I prefer the REAL mapo tofu, not that watered down lightweight version.
The slide looks like a bit of fun but, Mr. Eats has definitely earned his Super Sissy Badge! Try jumping out of airplanes. It's much more exciting. Just remember to not mistake your backpack as the parachute! LOL
Again, video games. Bah! Humbug!
Ditto!
Onsen! YES! And ouch?!
Macha and pudding?! Oh yeah! I'm all in for that one! Yum yum! Whatever that next thing was looks delicious!
ゴジラ!!!! YIPPEEE!!!! Zip lines! YIPPEEEEEEE!!!! Just remember that you went in through his mouth and came out, where? THAT was scary?! Really? My grand daughter of 10 would be thrilled by it!
NOTE: Godzilla: Minus Zero will be released on 3 November, 2026 in Japan and 6 November, 2026 in the USA! FINALLY!
Now THAT is a meal I would love to try to make. Unfortunately, that type of eel is just not available in New England!!!!
Shogetsu is nice but way outside of my means.
This is a compellation of many past videos that has been edited into one. I like it.
The only problem is that I don't know if I will ever be able to afford to go to Japan. Sometimes, I think that the only way I will ever get there is if I sprout wings and fly there under my own power. LOL
Thank you for a great video. I hope that both of you have recovered from your (long yawn) dangerous adventures. LOL

4:08 IIIIISSSS!!!!,HEEEEEE!!!!????…,the insperation for the zohon movie?…

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I was laughing at the slide bit. Mainly because I would be doing the same thing if I was on it. If I ever got to Japan, and do that slide, I'll send you the video so you can laugh at me.

This looks like a chaotically good time here with the bike and rail system thing

Mr. Eats is one REALLY LUCKY guy!!

Fun episode, nice clips.

Ich liebe dich

This may be disturbing for some, but I find really interesting the Aokigahara forest. If there's a possibility for you to share some info about this, that would be great

Mrs Eats is a Japanese and American national treasure & must be protected at all costs! 🫡

The Liminal Lexicon: A Long Litany of Letters Lost in the River of Reading

In the long, low light of a lantern‑lit library,
I linger over letters that lean and roll,
letters that lilt like liquid silver
and letters that roar like a river
rattling its ribs against a ravine.

These are the letters that elude the learner
who reads English with perfect clarity
yet hears the world through a lattice
where R dissolves into L,
and L reclines into R,
each reflecting the other
like twin lanterns trembling on a lake.

I write of L, the lateral luminary,
the leaf‑green line of language
that lifts lightly from the alveolar ridge
a luminous, lilac‑colored lull in the mouth,
a lantern‑flame flickering on the tongue’s ledge.

And I write of R, the resonant river‑stone,
rolled not like Spanish thunder,
nor tapped like a fleeting Japanese petal,
but curled inward
a restrained, reverent growl
held in the cavern behind the teeth,
a red‑gold ember refusing to be still.

Between them lies the Spanish LL,
the double‑l lineage of Castilla and León,
a letter that lengthens into a liquid yawn
lluvia, llama, llorar
a luminous glide,
a linguistic lantern
that neither English nor Japanese
fully claims as its own.

It is a letter that leans sideways
into a soft y,
or lengthens into a palatal ribbon,
or, in the older villages,
rolls like a river‑bell
ringing beneath the tongue.

I catalog the intonations
that English scatters like relics
across its restless terrain:

the voiced th that vibrates like a silver thread,
the voiceless th that whispers like thin linen,
the v that lives between lip and life,
the f that floats like a feathered lantern,
the r‑colored vowels that curl like smoke,
the dark L that settles in the throat
like a late‑autumn lullaby.

These are the sounds that slip
through the latticework of Japanese phonology,
sounds that shimmer in the air
yet refuse to anchor themselves
to the syllabic shores of kana.

So I build a liturgy of letters
a long, relentless, resonant recital
a ceremonial corridor
where each sound stands in its own light:

Lull, real, rural, revel,
reliquary, lullaby, railing,
lilac, laurel, rolling,
reliant, elliptical, crystalline,
irretrievable, irreplaceable,
lull‑ridden, river‑laden,
lore‑laden, letter‑laden.

I let the L linger.
I let the R rise.
I let the LL lengthen
into a luminous, lilting lineage.

And still the poem lengthens,
for the learner’s ear is a lantern
hung in a long corridor of echoes.

I write:
“Rural realism relies on relentless clarity.”
A line that challenges even native tongues,
a labyrinth of liquid and resonant rails
where L and R collide
like twin comets in a linguistic sky.

I write:
“The lily‑laden laurels of the rolling realm
reverberate with elliptical brilliance.”
A line that loops and coils
like a silver serpent
around the spine of the English tongue.

Yet the poem is not merely a trial.
It is a tribute
a reverent, radiant acknowledgment
of the learner who reads flawlessly
yet hears the world through a different lattice,
a different lineage of sound.

For reading is a lantern,
but speaking is a river,
and rivers resist the straight lines
that letters pretend to draw.

So I end with a litany,
a long, luminous, resonant refrain
a ceremonial offering
to every learner who has ever wrestled
with the letters that refuse to lie still:

L is the lantern.
R is the river.
LL is the lineage between.

L lifts.
R rolls.
LL glides.

L is light.
R is resonance.
LL is the long road
linking language to life.

And in that long road,
in that luminous corridor of letters,
the learner rises
not to perfect pronunciation,
but to perfect awareness,
which is the rarer, richer art.