"Ping-pong, ping-pong! Ping-pong, ping-pong!" The automatic doors slide open and you step onto the mat on the inside of the convenience store. A strong smell of freshly brewed coffee hits you from the counter where a woman is making herself a ¥100 cup. There is ...
For William Lang's latest contributions to The Japan Times, see below:
There's a certain script that you need to follow when interacting in Japanese. It's a shame nobody told St. Francis Xavier.
Our writer recalls heading to one of the country's biggest outdoor music festivals both as a first-timer and a blind Scotsman.
Writer William Lang says the frankness and openness of Osakans is a common trait of the people he remembers from growing up in Glasgow.