Sometimes things go a little off track, sometimes the whole damn train derails. But you get off and survey the damage and then you push that train back on the track. It’s hard and exhausting and you probably have to ask other people to help you do it, but you do it because that train’s gotta keep moving. Choo choo and all that shit. You’ve got places to go, things to do and you’re not gonna do it while your train is lying sideways somewhere between stops. So right those cars, line up your wheels and get moving again because there’s no time to waste just sitting around being upset that your train derailed or thinking about why it went off the tracks. What matter is it happened and it’s gotta be fixed. Gather your people - you know you have people - to help you out because there’s good things at that next stop and you don’t want to miss out on them. You don’t have to do it alone. We’re here and we’re gonna stay with you until the train is right again. On the count of three, everybody lift.
Full speed ahead, let’s go.
Important for ALL of us to consider.
After visiting Hiroshima, our plan was to take a night train to Izumo so we could visit its shrines and walk around. We missed the train by a minute. I was ok with the idea of spending the night at the station or roaming the streets, though it probably wouldn’t have been that comfortable if it meant carrying my heavy backpack around and not having enough clothes to keep myself warm. There was a 6am train to Izumo the next morning, so we changed the tickets (thankfully, we had a rail pass), got out of the station and sat at a tram stop. We found a wi-fi spot and called a few hostels and finally found one that had two available beds and was located ten minutes away from the station (nice, considering we didn’t have that much time to sleep), so off we went. When we arrived, we were welcomed by a kind woman who showed us our beds and invited us to sit in the living room, which had tatami flooring, a kotatsu (probably the best invention ever) and a big cage with a rather unfriendly rabbit called Lappy. We sat down and ate the food we’d bought in a combini on our way (soba, edamame, dango and gyoza) and the woman offered us a fruit called haruka, which looked like a clementine but was yellow and very, very sweet. Truly epic. We finally went to bed and woke up at 5am the next morning, took the train, rode a crowded bus, and then arrived at Izumo where the first thing we saw were these trees.
everyone who likes coconut water is lying
Kyoto, Japan, 2014