Vincenzo Dicarlo | Travel + Tech Leader

Thirty years since his last Shinkansen ride. More than ten years since his last weekend away. And somehow, Kosei chose to spend this one with me.

Three years ago, my friend Kaori took me into Toyosu’s wholesale market, where I met the man I now proudly call my friend: one of Toyosu’s finest tuna professionals and an even better human being. What began as a chance meeting amid the early-morning chaos, giant tuna, and serious business became a friendship I genuinely treasure.

Now we’re heading to Ise Jingu, laughing on the bullet train like two kids on a school trip.

“Kosei, say hello to the world.”

“This is my first time in about three decades.”

“It’s an absolute pleasure to do it with you.”

“Thank you, Vinny-san.”

No, my friend—thank you. And thank you, Kaori-san, because none of this would have happened without you.

Some trips stay with you because of the destination. Others stay with you because of the person sitting beside you. This one is both.

His first weekend away in over a decade. His first Shinkansen in thirty years. A friendship born at Toyosu, now rolling toward Ise.

I’ll always remember this. Truly honoured. Let’s go. 🚄🇯🇵