For those of you who don’t know me personally, I am, for lack of a better title, an “air force wife”.
I stay at home. I take care of the kids, the homestead, and my wife (when she needs it). My wife puts on the uniform and brings home ‘the bacon.’ Hence how we ended up in Japan.
If there is one chunk of esoteric Japan trivia I’d like to share with you, it’s that the Japanese are somewhat fanatical when it comes to photography.
Take these gentlemen as an example.
There’s a certain phenomenon here. Every time a new plane stops here, these ‘professional’ photographers reenact the scene in World War Z when the zombies swarm that one wall.
LOOK AT THEM! WITH THEIR PHALLIC LENSES AND TOTAL DISREGARD FOR GRAVITY!
Maybe they’re freelance photogs? Maybe this is some sort of kink? The only thing that I know for sure is that I am constantly amused at the length they will go to in order to get their shot.