A spontaneous drinking bout in a Tokyo bookshop helps a jaded expat rediscover the spirit of travel. “Well that’s certainly the most pissed I’ve been in a bookshop,” I wheezed…
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It was around 4pm on a summer evening, when a latent hangover started digging its heels into the flanks of my brain. Why we decide to stay in Shibuya’s Senta-gai…
