In 1901, beef was still something of a novelty in Japan, so Taji Dobashi decided to head to the far north, to Hokkaido, to open his sukiyaki restaurant and butcher shop: new territory for a new way of eating. There was little refrigeration, so he had to wait until winter to have the cuts sent by boat into frozen Hakodate Bay and then would put them on ice for the year ahead. 113 years later, his grandson Hiroki still runs the shop at the bottom of clam hill in Hakodate, selling prime wagyu cuts from the same Kuroge breed—Japanese black-haired cattle—that his grandfather favored. #rkjapan
All kinds of troops walk around the city of Goma. The military, the police, UN peacekeepers and soldiers. And then there are the Scouts.
Since 2012, martial arts training has been mandatory in Japanese middle schools. The nationalists hope it will retrench Japanese culture, others hope it will help kids get off the soda and Suntory. These judō classes at the central police station in Hakodate aren’t school-affiliated, but they are clearly very good at teaching kids how to be thrown, very hard, very often, onto the mat without getting injured. #rkjapan
A Survey in Djibouti
Kenyan researcher Barbara Wanjala writes about her short, ill-fated attempt to research democracy in a not-so-democratic country. On behalf of the Americans, of course.
Robin Williams in Rabat
As a five-year-old boy, Sam Dreiman saw first hand the two sides of the melancholic funnyman during a chance encounter at a hotel in Morocco.
Took the night ferry from Sado Island over heavy water in the Sea of Japan. Here’s the dock crew on arrival in Niigata, dressed like Lego men, wrestling the bight and winning. #japan