Dispatch from the front lines of travel: “I am terrified of offending the person I’m about to meet, as it has become clear to me that ‘on time’ here 1) means 10 minutes early; and 2) is a religion. Well then, you say, I really should have planned ahead. Yes, but can I explain to you how fricking hard it is to find anything here? This is the place where, quite literally, the streets have no name. I’m not sure why they still haven’t bothered to name them, but they haven’t. Seems not to be a priority. Consequently, people don’t give you addresses here to find things (because there are no addresses). They give you schematics.

(Note to self: Develop proposal for Japanese government, whereby I become minister of street naming…)” — Seth Stevenson, Slate