Out of the way

Well, I am not at home. Annd I didn't see the sunrise - when it did I was in a train, head buried in paperwork, and no view of the sky out the windows. I like the sunrise - I am not a morning person, but I love to watch it happen, even indirectly seeing the colours in the sky. I used to work for Sunrise, in the lands of the Laynha, or Sunrise, people.

I'm in the land of the rising sun, the vending machine, and the occasionally serious but somewhat idiosyncratic attempt to borrow some supposed european glamour for things that don't really have it. One of the nice things about Japan, when walking around in the small hours of a winter morning, is vending machines that sell hot drinks - mostly green tea and various varieties of coffee. Actually it is nice whenever it's cold, and Japan has proper winters still.

Hot black coffee, milky coffee, coffee that probably has no milk or coffee in it but is the right colour, and various types of green tea ranging from the pale-and-wan compared to water to the bite-your-throat all the way. This of course goes with all kinds of cold drinks. (But, contrary to what I have been told, I have never seen an underwear vending machine of any kind - the closest I have found is normal mens underwear, packaged to within an inch of its life, in 7-eleven, which is called 7-i here now).

But french milk tea? Hey folks, I think that's not quite right. I know french people who make, and like, tea. I know it can be done in france. But it does seems just a little odd. French leave, French food, French fries, there are various things associated with the word (if not actually with the place).

Tea just ain't one...

But hey, it's possible very nice. Anyway, here's cheers