Oh, those little daffy, wacky things.

It's the little things that really diverge Japan from America, and contrast two very different cultures.

The buses taking on passengers in the rear and letting them off at the front.
The sodas that aren't as fiercely carbonated in Japan as they are in America.
The amount of tweezing and make-up teenage boys wear and do vs teenage girls.
The bed-head tousled look being the hottest new look vs what you dread going to work wearing.
The dirt cheapness of umbrellas. They're a $1. Maybe $2. Sometimes free from sweet old ladies.
The way ravens have replaced rats as Fukuoka city's main pests.

And the way, when I bit into a coconut donut I bought for breakfast, it was in fact filled with spicy potato curry.
HUUUAAARRGH!
I'm so glad I dipped it in coffee first, too.

*shakes fist at the curry-loving donut-hating facists of Mr. Donut*