Coming back to Osaka

This is me. Deeply happy. Whiskey, hotel pyjamas and slippers at around 1am last night after we finally made it to our hotel.

The baby was a dream, in a vision, in a ball of awesome on the flight. Just look at him having a nap in the bassinet.

In quiet moments on the plane I read Caitlin Moran's collection of articles 'Moranthology'. She writes in several places about her love of returning to the same places when she travels.

"Over and over, repeat and return. Like a casting stitch done over and over in the same spot - but at slightly different angles. When I go back to these places I can see my ghosts from every previous visit."

"A casting on stitch done in the same place, over and over again, gets stronger. I don't travel to broaden the mind. I return - something completely different."

That.

Our hotel has a brilliant walk in wardrobe in the bedroom with a full length mirror and loads of storage. It's bliss. Good for outfit snaps too. The capsule wardrobe is serving me well so far.

On our first day we just pottered about the place and did some shopping.

I always find men's clothes are so much more interesting here. (These are men's undies in g.u.) They embrace colour and pattern in a way that high street western men's clothes don't seem to be able to do without obnoxious logos and stupid, meaningless numbers.

This wall of boxer briefs was one of three aisles. They were all around $5 Australian dollars.

Meanwhile, I went to the drug store. These places are black holes of awesome. Once I enter I am lost and I don't think I've ever managed to leave empty handed. They take cosmetic products very seriously here (except deodorant - they don't do that at all)

These tights contain "A unique blend of ginger and capsicum (red pepper extract) to warm up your leg's temperature on average by 1.7 degrees celcius."

They also claim to "Mositurise the skin with soothing chamomile extract."

I'll let you know how they go.

I also picked up some Handy Baby Honey Butter. The packet says "Honey essence keeps your lips moisture and makes lips plump like touching the baby."

I couldn't say no to that.

I think Sexy Zone might be the Japanese answer to One Direction. They fulfil the key criteria of looking 12 years old.

I spent a terrible amount on this bunch of grapes while foraging for food for the baby. Aren't they perfect though? They look plastic and are huge.