Amid the rocky outlying islands, international cargo ships, massive construction works and the aircraft carrier USS George Washington, the Hamayuu made its way toward the docks of Busan, our gateway to mainland Asia. It was a slow approach, but we needed it – there was too much to shoot.

What had once been a nuclear wasteland was now simply Hiroshima, and everywhere you looked were the signs of a living city that wasn’t haunted by its past.

If you go into the frantic heart of Tokyo’s Tsukiji fish market, you get to see so much, including this worker hauling tuna steaks (and heads) out into the daylight.

You often hear about how there are two types of baseball fans in America: the die-hards and the casual fans. We expected this to hold true in Tokyo. We were wrong. The rabidity of the fans at the Tokyo Dome proved that we sure as hell weren’t in Kansas City anymore.