I WAS meant to write this before I went on my break but I can be quite lazy when I put my mind to it - so I write to you, my dear reader, from the Far East.
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To be precise, I'm writing from an Indian restaurant in one of Tokyo's prime shopping and eating districts, called Shibuya.
Population about 208,000. Believe me, I tried to get into the Pokemon Cafe, but that's a story for another time.
Shibuya has a population density of almost 14,000 people per square kilometre (Launceston 1116 per sq km).
Because two days is long enough to a acquaint oneself with a centuries-old culture-rich nation, I thought I'd share with you what Tokyo has taught me. Already.
Learning another language should be compulsory in all schools
I thought there were two universal languages: smiles and English. Not so. Three phrases is OK, but turns out the Japanese people know a few more.
If forcing a language upon people is not possible, then my advice to the children of Northern Tasmania is to take it into their own hands: pick a language and darn well stick with it.
It's not only impressive but actually useful.
The value of public transport
Public transport in this country should be crowned the eighth wonder of the world.
It's cheap, fast and relatively easy, even for a chump like myself who used to get puzzled trying to catch a bus to Prospect.
I'm well aware that Tasmanians aren't too keen on buses, but until we learn to catch them then the system will neither expand or improve.
While Tasmania isn't Tokyo, we are getting a lot more visitors from the region who'd benefit from a good system.
And that brings me to my next point:
The campaigns are working
Kudos, Tourism Tasmania. For the first time in my overseas travels, people know where Tasmania is - and better yet, they want to visit.
Being a Tasmanian has become a real badge of honour - I wonder when the mainlanders will start giving us the respect we deserve?
Our food and drinks are of a very good quality
Being a vegetarian is hard. Aside from the vertigo I get from constantly being on my high horse, ordering food I can eat - and enjoy - has proven difficult in Japan. Hence the Indian restaurant.
There are millions of places to eat here which in turn means millions of places to eat badly. Tasmania is small but the restaurants and cafés punch well above their weight.
Selfie sticks have a purpose
They make a lot more sense when travelling solo, believe me.
Relatives can look forward to close-ups of me smiling awkwardly with interesting things in the background.
I'll end this one with a question to my accountant friends: is this a working holiday now?
Your foreign correspondent,
Emily.