When I returned to Calgary the snow was ankle deep and being blown along by frigid arctic winds. I immediately regretted my decision to come home.
I stepped onto the train intending to go one station and then switch immediately to the airport shuttle. When the doors to the train closed I turned and much to my surprise saw a familiar face, in a country I am not from, on a train I should not be on.
Having absolutely exhausted myself climbing up and down a godforsaken mountain Perrin and I headed to see his girlfriend Mizue and have dinner before I went to my hostel and died. We had an hour or so to kill and neither of us felt like walking so we stopped for a coffee, tea for Perrin…
It was raining when I left Toyooka on a train to Kyoto, it rained the entire trip, a few hours at a mind boggling 250kph and it was raining when I arrived, supporting my theory that I in fact attract rain. I had two hours to kill until Perrin got off work so I decided…
I had intended to visit Gembudo on several occasions but the weather refused to cooperate until my last day in the area. When I woke up and saw the sun shining I knew I had to go immediately before the skies opened up again with torrential rain.
My first impression of Kinosaki Onsen was that it was full of identically dressed people wandering about with wooden platform shoes, shoes that are more akin to musical instruments than footwear as evidenced by the horrific racket and near immobility of those wearing them. This immobility is fairly frustrating to one attempting to actually move…
I went a touch nuts taking photos of this gorgeous little village, the next post will contain some narrative but until then look at my vacation photos and like it.
Having completed numerous circuits of the station the very first businesses began opening. I was as a Canadian incredibly thankful that they served coffee and donuts, until of course I attempted to consume them.
Before I left home it had been snowing for a month and warmth was but a distant memory, a fable told to the young in a manner in many ways similar to the way house Stark tends to reassure their children that winter is both coming and cannot last forever.
When the plane left the ground it became apparent that the clouds above us were in fact not merely clouds but some kind of ether with the consistency of bad soup, the windows streamed with a sudden accumulation of precipitation and the engines whined loudly as our small craft slowly rose through the brick like mass of fog alight with iridescent blues and purples.