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Traveling with my Father

My father and I just returned from Tokyo - our first trip to Japan, and the first time we traveled together just the two of us, without my mum. He wasn’t too annoying, I didn’t upset him much, he walked a lot, ate food with chopsticks. I would like to think that he enjoyed himself.

Here’s us on the Shinkansen, where I showed him that you can turn the hand-washing sink area into a photobooth (the only reason why I brought him to Japan was for him to see the cherry blossoms and ride the Shinkansen):


Until next time, Dad.

Have you ever traveled with a parent on a leisure trip? What worked, and what didn’t? He’s sounded me to bring him to Amsterdam next.

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