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The week before I pried myself away from New York and moved to Japan to teach English, the New Yorker carried a tourism advertisement for the rural island where I’d be heading:
“For travelers who have seen and experienced Tokyo, Kyoto, and other hot spots in Japan, and who are inclined to venture off the beaten path, Shikoku should top the list of must-see travel destinations...”
An acquaintance who’d previously worked in the same area where I would be living described it in blunter terms: “You’ll be in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere.”read more...