Under the sun's high heat, I found a quiet place and ordered these chilled, vibrant noodles. The slippery coldness of the ramen, the satisfying snap of the fresh cucumber, the delicate, silky threads of the egg, all met by a perfectly sharp, sweet-and-sour dressing. It was a perfect, bright contrast to the humid air.
Moments like this always remind me why I love traveling in Japan. It’s never just the grand sights or the famous places—it’s these small, refreshing pauses, these balanced, gentle flavors, that make the road feel a little cooler, and the day feel a little more alive.
by Diego-Lee