With my Customs Declaration Form in hand and Japanese customs handbook in my pocket, I touched down in Tokyo for the first time, from Mumbai. I was wearing flip flops in February, but feeling as ready as I ever would.
“Don’t point your chopsticks.”
“Never raise your voice.”
“No talking on public transport.
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