Japanese taxi drivers are polite, sweet and very patient (except in traffic). On our way home from Fushimi, I think we had the most patient and sweet taxi driver in all of Kyoto. Lubricated by quite an amount of sake, I jumped in the front seat, to give directions, while Stu, Mum and Ted were in the back, and I started a lengthy, grammatically questionable conversation, the contents of which are a little foggy. I do remember Stu, Mum and Ted laughing in the back, with Stu trying to translate what I was saying. I also remember the taxi driver complementing my Japanese and having a good laugh with me. I am never too afraid to try to use what I have learned, even when its awkward. These are some if my favourite moments when I am in Japan 🇯🇵