Kobe has become my favourite city in Japan.
Perhaps because it is so similar to Melbourne.
Mainly its many foreign influence.
The little alleys, the city grid, 80s architecture, cheese cakes, pork buns.
It’s weird to feel like you’re at home, yet travelling at the same time.
The only thing Melbourne doesn’t have is charcoal steaks that made me happy just to taste my own burp.
(Ok, maybe also the port, the ramen, the vending machines, and the polite salesperson that would walk you out of the shop with your carefully wrapped paper clip.)
But you can’t win them all.
Shots still taken with an iPhone4.
