WHAT WAS IT LIKE IN JAPAN?:
Still hot n sticky! Street walking poetry scooping t-shirt
pros off pavements. The beetles make extraordinary sounds
like they’re vibrating down twisted pipework tweaking their
frequencies as they jam across busy streets. All the provinces
have come to town for the seasonal sales it’s a mad house
with voices howling into bull horns competing for your
attention holding cards up with loud text messages of money
off & everything else thrown in for free. The only antidote
is home made ginger ice cream in our favourite back street
curry house down the road from our favourite crazy shop
selling everything. Today we were presented with free gifts
of Indian medical wall charts – this is livin’!
Now I’m looking forward to some food & walk about in the dark.
That long flight home is a long time to sleep a much needed
sleep & try to shake of a fit of sneezing that’s lasted three
days – I hope Essex hasn’t converted to air conditioning,
we need some fresh air in here – open a window somebody!
Can’t wait to get out to Ibiza on the weekend. Looking forward
to re-uniting with my Underworld family, feel that kickdrum
whisper & the thrill of rick’s magic fingers dancing across the
desk, throwing his signature curves has H lights up the world &
Newsh lets the throttle out on a full set of Funktion Ones –
Everybody raise your hands in the air!
(K)
Karl Hyde 
I absolutely loved your description of the cicadas. I live in Akashi, near Kobe and Osaka, and that is spot on!