Journey in Japan Part 10: Rice and Shime

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I wake up at 11 am. Today I head to a location called Dazaifu. It has to do with fifteenkilometres away.I cycle in a straight line in its general instructions. At one speed it ought to take me a hr. I was informed to see below by the woman I fulfilled last night.Her kindsuggestion.

A bit further along the roadway near the Mikasagawa River, the high-rises begin to disappear, and rice growing under water ends up being widespread. Paddy fields loaded with semi-aquatic rice. I believe they look nice so deserve a photo.

It is with the distraction ofrice that I unexpectedly realise that I am totally lost. As per Fukuoka, I see no maps; andDazaifu has stopped appearing on road signs.I somehow end up at the base of a mountain after biking for about one hour.

I cyclewithout seeing one more pedestrian for regarding 10 mins. At some point, I see an indicator for a place called Shime. My brain stops for a second before a pun accidents right into my consciousness. I head there so to make use of the pun. Rice as well as Shime.

It ends up Shime is up a hillside. Possibly that mountain I saw in the past. I have not done much uphill biking because Beppu. My knees not rather prepared for it. The walkway leading into Shime is in a state of chaos. The hill at some point changes into a decline, as well as a complimentary autumn right into Shime takes place. The wind cools down on what is otherwise an alarmingly hot day.

Low flying airplanes drift over and hang with dignity overhead. At least I can adhere to the aircrafts and also track back to Fukuoka Flight terminal; I understand this isn’t far from Hakata, where I am remaining.

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A cycle around Shime looking for anything. I find nothing. Wikipedia states that. Although the town still has a railway station, the line is no more used. No getting away Shime then. Simply when I choose to leave I lastly area something noteworthy. A poultry straying around on some mud.

Koke-kokko, states the chicken, in Japanese.
Cluck-cluck, I remedy, in English.

As I leave Shime, I discover myself on the metropolitan expressway; the indicators all indicate unfamiliar name. I give in and return to my plan of following the airplanes, before quickly reaching the not extremely well authorized Fukuoka Flight terminal.

I see the exact same Chinook I saw the other day, simply landed. Exactly how very strange, I haven’t seen a Chinook in over fifteen years, and afterwards today I have seen the exact same one two times.

After cycling for a total amount of 3 hours, I show up back atthe hostel and also tuck intosome 7 Eleven lunch. A container of Pocari Sweat, a fruit salad, and also as usual, egg sandwiches.

After lunch, I do my laundry. In the Coin Washing waiting area, there is a rather odd set of photographs. I have no idea what they are showing.Written alongside the photos are some Japanese notices.

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I equate the notifications back at the hostel, In order to avoid theft: if a dubious individual is staying, please call the barnyard rotating Hakata police station if it was a robbery. There are additionally states of a theft in February, and still, photos taken from the 24-hour CCTV cam reveal the crooks deal with. Called and reproached in a Coin Washing.

After washing and some Skype time, I head to Hakata Terminal. As opposed to taking the lift, I monotonously discover each of the 10 floorings. Hakata Terminal is a substantial mall with all kind of shops, includingthe greatest bookshop I have ever before seen.

There is a Record Store selling rare Japanese variations of classic albums, probably an earnings can be made in marketing, yet I do not have the perseverance for that.I look for Com Lag, but it is the only Radiohead album that they don’t have. The record shop likewise has three entire aisles devoted to the music of everybodies favorite J-pop idols, AKB48. Crazy.

On the roofing of the train terminal, I sit for a few hours finishing off 159 pages of a Murakami book. The nighttime silently sweeps in. The sight in the evening is all right but lacking of any type of celebrities. I consider for a moment questioning truth. The Murakami book rather influences me to make some modifications in my life; specifically, to start running more frequently.

On the tenth floor of Hakata Station, a Spanishrestaurant.

As I eat on Paella and also beverage Rioja, I understand I never ever did make it toDazaifu.

Check out the next component of my Trip in Japan, where I efficiently make it to Dazaifu by go here.

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