From Japan, I found Masaro at a petrol station in Paris. I think it is wonderful how he holds his sign. I met him first in Paris at the 888 hitchhikers gathering.
A ridiculously inexpensive flight from Milan to Tokyo and back, my backpack, a fluent-Japanese-speaking girlfriend wwoofing on a tropical island in southern Japan who is waiting for you (while Europe is buried in snow), and a copy of Wil
