So well then you finally go to Japan like you dreamt about for the majority of your mature life. Obviously seeing bonsai and gardens is a big part. Me, being the retard I am, off course had to go to Omiya on the ONE day in the week everything is closed there. I could hit myself. So what is left then?
A nice little temple with ants that tried to eat me.
Bonsai-themed manhole covers.
World class Bonsai standing in the street completely unguarded.
One nursery my very bold girlfriend talked us into, me being way to modest (I prefer Japanised) to be so blunt myself, and being so retarded (again) to completely forget remembering his name. He was a famous one too even! Saw quite a few “important bonsai masterpiece” tags. Yes I’m still hitting myself, trust me.
An absolutely unreal Nebari on this trident Maple.
Not just one, hundreds. All in a condition you’ll only see very occasionally in Europe.