Everything in Japan moves at its own pace—its own perfectly polite and energy-efficient pace. I was amazed to find an entire country whose population individually and collectively have such an amazing grasp of their own proxemics.
In Meguro, we witnessed groups of golfers patiently going from one hole to another, with each group seemingly never having to wait for the previous one to finish. At the same park, splatters of little children were being shuffled around by no more than two women with nothing but colored hats to distinguish them from the other herds of children. Finally, a the bus depot across from our hotel, I watched every night as every bus returned in sequential order and park closing before its gates.
- MINI-HIKERS (PINK GROUP)
- BUS DEPOT