When we visited Japan ten years ago, we didn’t have children. We had the most fabulous holiday visiting temples, hiking, being amazed by Tokyo’s sheer verve and whiling away evenings in cosy izakaya’s (Japan’s answer to the pub). When I came across this picture I took of an izakaya one evening, it got me thinking about the differences between travel with and without children. On our next trip to Japan, I doubt we’ll be whiling away many evenings in tiny, smoky bars, with drunken salarymen for company. But I’m sure we’ll discover things that we wouldn’t have dreamt of on our last trip.
In Switzerland our ‘evenings out’ consisted of a rosti with cheese and egg in the town square cafe at 6pm, with the children running about playing with their water pistols. I would have loved to visit a cosy wood panelled bar for a beer later on, but it wasn’t to be. On the other hand, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have learnt the German for pirate ship (Piratenschiff, incase you’re wondering) if I hadn’t been with my boys, and I would certainly have missed out on the most scenic playgrounds in the world, talking to grannies, stroking cows, goats and dogs, amazing swimming pools and visiting Chur’s beautiful natural history museum.
Like everything else to do with parenthood, travelling with children will never be the same as travelling without them. But I know that exploring the world with them will be an adventure. I wonder what the Japanese is for pirate ship?
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