blow up football tunnel Irishman Walking (Stage 3 Chapter 3)

The coastal highway in Japan has gone through a series of stages in summer, winter, spring and autumn.The first phase began in the summer of 2009 in Cape soybeans in Hokkaido and ended seven weeks later in the wild city of Akita County.Last Summer (2012), the eighth phase began at Shibu port in Kagoshima county, the southern island of Kyushu, and ended six weeks later in Fukuoka.
The ninth phase begins in Fukuoka and ends in Hiroshima city on Honshu island.The stage lasted three weeks.Phase 10 is scheduled to start in Hiroshima this spring and will end later in OkayamaMarch 2013.This phase is planned to last for two weeks.
March 26, 2010: When I woke up from restless sleep, the rain finally stopped.My pocket watch reads eight.15. This surprised me.On a cold and humid night, I long for the rain to stop and hurry up in the morning to get on the road early before the rain falls again.It's like a cat-and-mouse game for the weather and for me.
Even if the rain stops, it is not a game to pack up the wet camping equipment.From experience, I know I won't be on my way back for more than an hour.Every time I finally carry my wet backpack and the same wet stuff, the snowflakes start to fall.
The young man who worked in the cottage gave me a small bottle of sake (rice wine) and he told me there was a fiftyThere were 50 snow and rain today.The news of the rain did not surprise me, but the snow did surprise me.Of course, I am always happy no matter the weather, but I still don't want to believe in this young man.
To be more precise, I hope he is wrong.
Many of the weather forecasts I have received so far are wrong and have changed so much.The snow just bounced back so it didn't bother me too much.It was a cold and ruthless downpour and it really bit me when it really fell.
Rain is the assassin of all the tramp!Now I'm starting to question my stupidity to go to this barren place because of the weather.Sometimes my thoughts change when the rain stops and everything looks very different.As far as Sado is concerned, it is really a very fertile and productive island, even if I just feel very painful to stay there in bad weather.
It is estimated that Sardo has a population of about 65,000, a considerable decline compared to a little over 25,000 in 1950.This is not only related to Sado, but there are similar trends in other remote areas of Japan.Since World War II, it has been easier for the younger generation to find jobs in urban areas.
According to Wikipedia, as of October 1, 2008, 36.3% of the population on the island is over 65 years old, higher than the national average, and now less than in the 18 th and 19 th centuries.In the absence of a university or employment opportunity in Sado, when the machine matured, there was little to stop young people from leaving.
Agriculture and fisheries are the main source of income, but even that is not enough to attract young people to stay.The fishery is mainly based on the exploration of Kyrgyzstan and Hechuan.In addition to frequent ferries, the transport links between the island and the mainland have also paid a huge economic price.
Kyokushin Airways, which operates flights between Sado Airport and Niigata airport, stopped operating2008.At present, Japan's new Air operates three to four spiral aircraft to Sado Airport every day.Although tourism peaked in the early daysThere are more than 1990 visitors each year, and this number decreases over time.
Around the mid-2000, the number of visitors to sado per year is about 650,000.With a rich history of temples and historic sites, Sado is relaxing, not to mention the rustic atmosphere of the island and the fresh local food, and is a major tourist destination in Xinxie County.There are a variety of other outdoor activities that can be fully utilized for tourists who prefer adventure, such as diving, hiking and mountain climbing.
Earlier, in my tramp, a narrow road winds along the sides of a Little Lonely Mountain.Several cars passed in the opposite direction, perhaps to the port of Ryotsu.Where else?Once on Sato I didn't bother to see the driver's face.
I saw enough ugly long faces along the coastal roads of the mainland to support my life.Soon a big stone caught my attention and I stopped to take pictures.Over time, I can make some smooth Chinese script on its surface.
It looks like a hai sentence poem or something like that.Of course, I really don't know what the faded text means or why the rocks are there, and I don't seem to care.Outside the rocks, I stood there watching the mighty Sea of Japan (Nihon Kai, Sea of Japan) hit the coastline far below the mountains.
For a moment, the sight and sound of the rolling sea reminded me of my trip in my own country.But unlike the summer in Ireland a long time ago, there is now a little snow on the hillside.A photo was taken here too!Along the way, a van stopped as I strolled through many small wooden towns and villages.
The driver, an old man, shouted to me from the open window if I wanted a lift.\"No!!"Thank you still", I told him with a lazy smile at ordinary times.An hour further, I walked into an abandoned cabin on an abandoned shipwreck.
The yard was covered with weeds and thorns, very close to the side of the road and very nice.I know that I am not far from Seki town and am not in a hurry to go a long way because I started late on the island.“Mmm!"The cabin would be a nice dry place, I think, to write down some of my thoughts in my notebook and then they all disappear from my mind together.
The timing of my entry into this place is not much better.For many of my Tramp, the snow has fallen gently!Now, a long time after leaving the retired French teacher, I think the weather conditions have escalated to small snowstorms.The cabin measured about 1 m and a half with 2 m or three tatami mats.
Of course, there is no luxury like the tatami mat, but the cabin is small in size and supports two large windows, providing good light under the dull sky.Wooden doors need to be opened for weeds and thorns growing at the bottom.On the positive side, excessive growth may prevent any draft coming in and thus increase warmth.
Still, it didn't help me trying to reward this damn thing.However, once in, it is incredibly warm, although very dusty.There are many explanations for broken houses, such as training a domesticated or wild puppy or dog in order to live in a house and urinate in a designated area.
A potty training for babies!However, burglary is also known as burglary, which means that illegal theft and illegal access to property are considered a crime almost anywhere and at all times.In short, it is an act of illegally entering a building with the aim of committing some kind of crime, such as damage or stealing.My purpose was only to seek shelter and rest in bad weather and to strip the weeds and thorns, and the door was opened as a result.
Still, if the Japanese police were to show up at that time and that was what they were good at, I would definitely be taken by a police car to a remote police station for questioning.Like other countries, entering an abandoned building in Japan is considered a burglary.In the absence of excuses, adventure is part of the road.
Under one of the larger windows, a solid wooden ledge is secured.There are dry remains of hundreds of flies, spiders and various other insects on the shelves and on the floor that are beyond my limited knowledge.Only in the hundreds of years between us will I swearSama looked over my shoulder.
"There is a pile of dead bees, butterflies and other insects that can hardly see the real color of the ground.\ "(Banana Matsuda (1644-1694)/translated by Nobuyuki Yuasa ).Fortunately, windows are easily opened and with several deep blows, insects are guided to rest in the snow below.
Matsumoto emon monefuza was born in Mexian County today and is located in Ueno, Iga Province.He grew up as the most famous hai poet of the Edo era.He is known for his work and teaching about his country trip, which has had a great impact on his work, and people know him kindly as Basho-sama.
“Mmm!I want to know how similar our life is.Like me, Basil.Sama has lived a lot as a teacher, and to some extent, I have also given up society and city life and wandered along the road.In his time, BasilSama has traveled all over the country on foot, and this is the only real way for humble people like him.
For his writing.
His poetry is influenced by his personal experience of the world around him and often uses some simple elements to summarize the feeling of the scene.”(Wikipedia).“Mmm!"I also want to know how my own exploration of this country affects my own writing.From the open windows, I can see a couple of run-down cars and vans that are all rusted and partially hidden with weeds, weeds and thorns.
A van has a plastic box.
In addition to the dry dusty floor covered by dead insects, I sat down nothing and I went back to the snow outside to retrieve the bin.Now that the cottage is as comfortable as possible, to get my mind out of the unstable weather outside, I wrote it down on the bin.About thirty minutes later, I looked up from my notes to see that the snow had covered the ground.
It continues to fall gently again.
\ "Maybe it's time to hit the road again, because the snow has made me a little relaxed ." When I stand up, I say to myself.I had to go through the not too long Tsubamine tunnel, all 222 before arriving at Seki town.6-meters of it.As far as the tunnel is concerned, it is just the right length, too short to enter.
Just in front of the tunnel, there is a bus stop cabin that looks clean and comfortable.A sturdy and long bench next to the back wall looks very inviting.However, instead of stopping, I hurried past.
“Mmm!This is luck.
"I thought.
\ "It would be nice if I had a way to know where the damn bus stop Lodge is."Stay for a while, how comfortable it would be to walk my way --Take notes on paper without causing unnecessary attention.Maybe you can also cook some water and just have a hot cup of tea or coffee.
Useless little discoveries and ideas like this tell me how uncertain it is to make plans for the future.Sadly, I am somewhat angry that some bus station cabins on the coastal roads are not only very small, but also far apart, but also smelly and humid under regrettable and terrible conditions, and dirty.Many people are also used for other ugly purposes rather than just waiting for the bus to arrive.
Along the way, I stopped at a local post office and asked if there was something in the shape of a restaurant that could help me save me from hunger?\"No!Not in this town!A worker behind the counter replied.was imminent."In the next town of Ishii, you will definitely find something open.He also said that the town of Shijing is five kilometers away.
I didn't like the words "just" and "just" at first.It is only when I trek along the coastal road to where I have been that there is nothing, hour after hour, day after day.“Mmm!"Five kilometres is an hour, I think, when I thank that person and return to the road.
As the postal staff told me, I did find a restaurant and in fact there were two.One is Laming or noodle shop, and the other is a Japanese hotel specializing in fish dishes, but it is not limited to this.The only problem I can figure out when I approach the restaurant is that they are closed.
Read one of my pocket watchesfive.
\"Shite!As I looked through the window, I muttered mum under my breath.Bowls, dishes, etc. that have not been washed.Told me at the table that the crowd at lunch time had left for a while.The opening of the commercial curtain known as "noren" in Japanese, usually hung above the entrance, indicating "commercial opening ".
When I first came to Japan many years ago, I felt that this traditional Japanese fabric curtain was a good idea and attractive.They are not bad souvenirs brought back to the West.Not only does norun hang at the entrance to the shops and restaurants to show that they are open, they can also be hung between the rooms as dividers, or decorated with walls and windows.
Normally, the shape of noren is rectangular, but usually not rectangular.Also, they cut one or more vertical slit near the bottom to the top.Of course, the slit is easier than where it hangs.
Noren, traditionally used in shops and restaurants, has other uses, such as blocking the sun, wind and dust.Printed on it in Chinese characters or hiragana to show the type of food or items sold there.Instead of going on the road again, I opened the door and tried my luck.
All the lights are off!No soles can be seen anywhere.Even trying to vent my lungs in all directions including the ceiling, hopefully someone upstairs can hear me, it's useless.“Fucking hell!"I don't know how angry, hungry and painful I feel most.
Of course, I need fuel on the road.
Luckily for me, a small local store opened outside several buildings, however, unlike convenience stores, there was no hot food there.This is not important.Everything can beI rolled away with two packs of bread, one made of resin.A pack of sliced cheese, three small cans of tuna, a pack of chocolate biscuits, a small bucket of margarine, and a small pudding.
A few seconds after leaving the store, the pudding was gobbled up and the rest were securely secured outside the backpack.When I turned around and hit the road again, the pocket watch said 4.Once on the road, the snow began to float.
I bounced up as soon as the snow hit.
At least my clothes didn't get wet when they fell or continued.I can see another tunnel ahead.As I approached it, I was able to see that it was those large long bu, like the ones that pulled my nerves as I walked along the coastal road of Hokkaido.Still, it's not as long as the monster I 've experienced in Hokkaido.
There, the tunnel extends continuously, usually more than 3,000 kilometers.meters.Now, from the metal nameplate at the entrance, I can see that this is running 1,910-Meters long enough.Too long!If the weather is better, I will definitely try the abandoned little road on the right, which was built in 1992 to replace the road.
Of course, Sado island is not desirable compared to Hokkaido.Both islands have beautiful coastal and inland attractions.Nevertheless, an island as large as Sado has taken so many coastlines in the name of progress, a huge tunnel, at least arguably unforgivable.
Madness!The power of nature is one thing, but as human hands invade the amazing coastline, it is a sin by building factories and industrial complexes that I can see both here and there.Walking around such an ugly place that stretches along the coastline, especially in the suburbs of the big cities, really makes my mission meaningless.I firmly believe that the progress of any infrastructure construction has prevented people from fully experiencing and enjoying nature on the coastline, which is not a high progress.
A beautiful island like sado has no reason to let such a large tunnel into it.Walking through the huge proportion of tunnels in Hokkaido is not the answer to any coastline problem with rockfall, landslides or Sado.Stop at a better bus stop cabin and make a hot cup of tea and sandwich and it feels good, I made it with a can of tuna fish and I carried it for too long.
No matter what I think about tuna sandwiches, the newly acquired protein helps me not to think about restaurants or restaurants and scenery on the road, which is good.After 6 I found a reasonable place to camp.A few meters away from highway 45 there was an abandoned old wooden building.
It seems that it has always been a factory of some kind on a better day.The way old buildings are kept standing seems odd, as the big pine trees have long been shaped by strong winds that often blow in from the sea.In addition, the boards and support beams in my hand are also easy to break.
The wood obviously rotted to the core, so I had to be careful when I was walking.Maybe I chose to camp in front of the building under the roof.My tired mind thought that the roof would provide some shelter if it rained at night.
When I came in the morning, there was nothing more troublesome than rolling up wet camping equipment.As I said before, the road is for adventure.Looking around, I found some fallen boards that could be used to increase the isolation from wet concrete floors.
Like the floor, I put the boards together as firmly as I could.Then the tent is here!From experience, any form of isolation means the difference between sleeping soundly and a restless night.Good sleep is as important to me as food and water.
Especially on those cold and hungry nights, there is no food to eat, and there is almost nothing else to do except sleep.When you have a good sleep, even the sound of the Sea rolling in, or the heavy truck passing through the night, you can't wake me up.The sound of my old friend the Sea has never bothered me, and when I have traveled several hours in a row, there is no better company than this.
If I am not careful, I may be lonely at night.Whether the sea is a friend or an enemy depends largely on how I deal with the situation.The places I choose to camp often affect my mental state in one way or another.
When all goes well, setting up a camp is something to enjoy, or it can cause a lot of frustration if things are not properly handled, like when I was camping next to a tent last summer.Once the old tent I trusted was erected on a wooden base on the wet concrete floor, my work was far from complete.Even when I am camping in a more favorable place, it is always important to hammer the pin of the tent deeply to the ground so that the support rope is firmly connected, for fear of blowing the wind in the early hours of the morning.
When the tent hook cannot be used, such as on the concrete where the tent is now located, it is not easy to find an alternative place to secure the rope to support the tent.The strings are not long enough to get to a good place that looks like it's fixing the strings.Whenever I manage to secure the rope to a place that looks good, the wood crashes under pressure.
The place seems to be full of rotten wood.Finally, I have nothing to do and can only rely on a few stones and weights of my body and camping gear.All I hope is that the wind does not blow up at night.
Like on the road, it seems routine, which is not very good.After the tent is safe, the next task at hand is to heat up a little water, pour an already soaked fleece over it and wash my body with the best cold clothes.Of course, it's far less thorough than the bed the patient washed in the hospital, but it's good enough.
From then on, I can feel the difference between feeling dirty and sweating, not the difference between feeling dirty and sweating.With all kinds of cleaning, the next thing to do is prepare dinner for it.A cup of hot tea, a few cheese rolls, is not extravagant on this night.
As a dessert, the young man gave me a small can of sake at the cottage yesterday and what onigeri (rice ball) had to do.“Mmm!"It may also help me to sleep more smoothly and I think I was looking for it in my backpack!Even on the Hokusetsu Brewing Company Sado there is a sake and brewery., Ltd.The company's sake is said to be the favorite of actor Robert De Niro, who visited Sado island (and brewers) undecently a few years ago ).
From my own point of view, I really hate the sight and smell of sake, as well as other cloudy blends, and the burning of wine.The first and last time I heard about sake was during a short visit to Kobe.It was two weeks after the new year, two weeks before the han God earthquake.
DeNero did a very good job and was one of my favorite jobs, but I still couldn't help but wonder if he would complain about something when he was making a movie, like everything I do on the road?2010, March 27: The moon and stars continue to rule the sky.And under this sparse sky, I stood in the cool air of the morning, shaking hands with the unemployed (penis.I had just finished shaking the last drop, and the sound of the horn from a distance shook my mind.
"What is the world?\" I wondered.
This is not a horn blown from the ship;But from somewhere deep inside the island."It must be too early for factory workers to start work?\ "There is still some time before the sun rises.Maybe the sound of the Horn announced the end of the night shift somewhere?"No matter what happens, I think it's time to camp and put my ass on gear.
In the morning, the sky was once a cloud.
Good!On the way, the air on my face felt cooler than in the early morning, which I thought was strange.Then it was hardly announced that a little snow began to blow in the sea and when it touched the ground it seemed to spread out in all directions.Not the best greeting to start in the morning.
Nevertheless, the snow did not hinder my progress, and it stopped together in a few hours, or ten kilometres later.The wind is another thing, it is smooth all day, but it is a good thing that there is no rain.The rain really changed everything!I often camp on the road without boiling water for tea or coffee, or even trying to get something to eat if the sky looks threatening.
Then, even in the best days, I have very few things to enjoy that are nourishing.If I do have something in my backpack, it will never be enough to solve the hunger problem except for various nuts, dried fruits and vitamin pills.There is no difference between eating a small amount of food for breakfast and not eating anything because hunger will be there.
In those days when I started not eating breakfast, the feeling of hunger will soon appear.There, most of the time on the road I would be occupied by a variety of foods and what I would eat whenever there was a chance.It's also strange how the idea of food helps me get rid of muscle pain for the time being.
Just as the traffic passing by me arrived somewhere in a hurry, food was the fuel in my tank, without food, progress was never easy.Heat and energy.So I can't seem to get your body used to not eating.After all, a car will eventually stop when the fuel runs out.
Like a car without gasoline or fat fuel, the hungry tram won't go far.Didn't Napoleon Bonaparte say that?'Very true!But in another sentence: "The way to the heart of a man is through his stomach ".All I know is that my heart should not be on food, but on the road, on my mission.
I never really understood why I didn't take the time or have time to prepare something nutritious before I hit the road in the morning.Like traffic, I want to take the time I can.Of course, there are also mornings when I try to slow down and prepare something to eat, but when I'm not ready, there are a lot too.
Not good!Even if I don't always realize this, my body is running well enough on an empty stomach because the number of kilometers goes down in succession.It's an effect of thoughts on the body, because I want to believe that there will be a place to appear soon and I can stop for dinner.It was a big mistake even though I was walking!I read somewhere that walking on an empty stomach can be considered fatAdvantages of burning.
However, in further reading, I learned that it is not suitable for everyone and only for those who have difficulty losing weight.Not a problem at all.When I was finally able to bring food into my body somewhere on the road, how quickly everything became better.The idea and tension of time without food on the road quickly disappeared as if they had not been there.
Then I can almost feel my heartbeat, as if there was no tomorrow, blood and oxygen competing in my body for the newly discovered energy.Along the way, my mind was calm and my breathing was smooth.Without any food, things seem to be the exact opposite, not only will I get tired soon, but almost everything around me is not noticed.
I was lucky when I looked back at those hunger, I had no power outages and no dizziness.I need to be in the best condition for the traffic on the road.When I get some food, the idea of the food will be replaced by new ideas, and my heart will be aligned with my mission again.
Along this road, I stopped at a bus stop cabin in the town of Himezu.The cabin covers a larger area than most of the cabins I stopped or passed in the mission.When you walk into the sliding glass door, there are benches with three walls, front, right and left.
Unfortunately, the bench is too narrow to stretch and provide too much comfort.Still, this is a place where I can sit and wait for some water to blow from the cold sado wind to the outside to boil.When a heavy rain began to fall, I had not yet left the town of Himezu.
In just five minutes my clothes were saturated.Soon, the strap on my backpack, the extra weight caused by the rain, bit on my shoulder.In such a short period of time, from drying to saturation, it is difficult to maintain a positive attitude.
But it didn't end because the rain soon became sleet.It continued to drop by 10 minutes in this way.Such conditions make life on the road very difficult, and the next few kilometers are heavy for the body and spirit.
It was a shame because I wanted to take some time to enjoy the panoramic view at Himezu.Himezu is about 20 kilometers north of the Sawata I'm going.Himezu is also a popular fishing spot. I don't like fishing very much or eating very much.
Gradually, the weather began to change again, or dropped to a light rain that looked like it would give me a needle for the rest of the day.Just when the rain suddenly started, the weather became better again, because the sun came out of nowhere.There was a time when the sun and warm light shone on my face, and the cold and damp clothes no longer bothered me.
My heart opened and welcomed it like a lost child who came back from war.This is a good feeling!In the town of aichuan, I left at a large police station and went on the road for a while.At the turn, a signpost told me that I was heading in the right direction to the heart of aichuan, which also made me feel good.
\"Mmm!Is this definitely a place to eat something?Hope, I think, some comfort.Positive ideas are important and when you get the food it will make the food taste better.Somehow, I know it won't take long to find a restaurant.
Not only did the sun dry my mudIt was full of clothes, but it also left me with negative emotions for most of the morning.Not far along the road, a further building caught my eye.“Mmm!” I wondered.Somehow it doesn't look like eatingplace.At least I was not told the tail sign of the Ethernet Road.
There are no curtains, and there is no "noren" hanging outside to indicate what kind of restaurant it is, or if it is open for business.The sign of the door was written in a Katakana with the words "barafuruka ".After more careful investigation, I can see that this is really what my hungry eyes are looking.
It wasn't long before I threw away my backpack and unloaded the rain gear, and I left the rain gear in a corner of the hallway.The restaurant was busy when I went in but had to have a table.After taking a look at the menu, I ordered yakiniku teshoku.
In a way, I'm pretty conservative when it comes to food.It is wise for me to eat the devil I know and not the devil I don't know.That said, it was worse when my father came to the restaurant, he always held the Sharang shares and he liked to do a good job with chips and a beer.
Also ordered a bottle of beer and I don't care anymore that it is the "dry" beer of the day.Finding places to eat on Sado Island is not easy.In fact, on my way to Xinxie County and then four days after landing in Sado, this was the first restaurant I found open.
This surprised me a bit because sado is the sixth largest island in Japan and there is quite a bit of traffic on the road.Then, finding places to eat on the mainland is sometimes not easy to find.Just like I am on the road, as long as I eat something, somehow it doesn't matter what I eat.
And much needed calories.
When the food arrived, it turned out to be really good for my hungry Tramp.However, I noticed that it contains more onions than meat.Anyway, I'm happy to find a place where I can add my empty interior.
The desolation without shops and restaurants has done harm to my body and mind.I have to keep telling myself that the reason I started this task is because I have the ability to do it.The goal of getting around where I started can't be completely erased from my mind, no matter how hard I try.
With the passage of days and the completion of various stages, I like it more and more.Inland, it's not part of my plan. it's windy.The sado skyline line joins the towns of Kanai and aichuan.For those who have time and interest, the slopes of Mount kimboku offer fantastic views of the entire island, especially near a place called hakuku.
However, from the end of November to April, roads were closed during the winter months.Climbing the top of the mountain is not that simple because authorization is required.The area is restricted, or rather, under Japanese self-supervision.
Defense Force.
Since leaving aichuan after loading the food, the road has been relatively smooth.Kabaz, urah, Meoto-Iwa rock, Nagate Point, and the town of Inakujira disappeared like a domino.The days of muscle pain have long passed, and countless blisters on my feet have slowed me down to the point where they have passed, because my body is used to punishment.
It felt good!Just as the town of Inakujira passed, I saw a bright little sign with an advertisement for a small sea view restaurant called "kainohira.The energy on me, I don't even need to stop.There was a time when the sky seemed to rain as well and a few drops of water appeared.
It was followed by several pieces of snow, but that's all.Over time, I was pleased to note that as I continued along the coastal road, the rain and snow stopped and felt the hard surface from the thin sole of my worn-out boots.Even thought I wasn't hungry at all, the days when I had no food before taught me to be mentally and physically prepared anyway, so I turned to the cafe.
When I went in there was no other customer to see except an elderly couple.The woman asked me in the local Sado dialect if I could understand the menu and she gave it to me.I think what she means is if I can read Japanese.
\"Yes!I should be able to solve things well enough.Thank you!I answered with a smile in polite Japanese.Unlike many Japanese people who deal with me and down, I have tried to use polite forms in almost any situation over the years.
Some of my Japanese friends praised me for doing this, while others tried to enlighten me on the real workings of the Japanese way, as it was not always necessary.At least it can be said that the noise from TV is very loud.The army of excited high school fans watched their team move on with focus.
1 level in the East China Sea of KanagawaMonth with Juguoka from Kitakyushu.Professional baseball is a sport I refuse to watch, or since then Mark McGuire, "big mac" has surpassed him as a saint.Cardinal LouisIt was a very exciting time, back in 1998, when he hit 70 home runs, Sammy Sousa was in his treatment.
In 2010, when McGwire admitted to taking performance-Enhancing the role of the drug made me lose interest in the game.(Barry Bonds has played with 73 home runs ever ).However, high school baseball is a very different kettle.
Exciting!In addition to Premier League football and England's junior league, high school baseball is also an ideal way to relax after work at night.And, of course, a glass or two!The long time on the road has become my current job, and the high school baseball game has made "kitsu cully" more delicious, calling "curr" in Japanese pronunciation ".When another customer came in, it wasn't long before Curry was on my desk.
The tone of the old boss's conversation with the customer told me that he was a regular visitor to the restaurant.Seeing the view of the horizon through the big window, I put it on my face and it was amazing.The sea seems to be speeding up every time the peak comes.
Below, you can see the rolling sea of Japan, colliding with some huge rocks.Some seagulls linger on the rocks waiting for a chance.“Mmm!"Yes, Sado is a great place to fish!On the far horizon, I can identify two container ships with clear dark shapes, so small in the distance that they power to get somewhere.
In the warm weather, I can imagine what a good idea it is to sit in the small sky well by the window at night to chat and drink red wine.How envious I am of the old couple who run this place.I wonder if they know how lucky they are to live in this little paradise?I can see on TV that the score is 4-Month in Jukuoka's favor.
Just as I finished my second beer because I mistakenly thought it would make me better prepared for the road so the score was 4-2.Yes, that's why it makes high school baseball interesting.After five days, I camped not far from the town of futomi in Mano Bay.
As before, tents were set up under a wooden structure to add shelter.The weather is really unpredictable!This time, on the grass that sheltered the wind from the rain, a group of steps were lifted up to shelter the wind from the rain.A mild snowfall has replaced heavy rainfall for most of the day.
The rain forced me to seek shelter more than once.When there was no place to escape, the tent was soon set up.Frustrated!All this has hindered my progress!Will replace setbacks.
"I should go on!I will tell myself.
It is true that such misery is part of my mission and there is a wonderful moment.“Fuck it!"I shout out as much as I can, because the God of the weather, the God of Thunder, the god of rain, the god of the wind, and any other god who can hear my voice.To my surprise, the rain and snow stopped!When I set up a tent under a middle wooden structure that I trustedAn older young man, perhaps a few days of hard work, stopped to ask if I was camping there.
The rain didn't seem to bother him like I did.He told me that there was a little walk along the road with a faucet and a public toilet.“Yes!I know, "I replied, pointing in the direction of where I came.
"I saw the toilet when I passed.
Thank you all.
"I said, tell him what I really need is the roof on my well --If the weather gets worse, especially at night.My tent has served me well, but now every time I use it my trust in it is a little bit gone.Once again, there is nothing that can last forever for old Dunlop, and I can't complain --Ten years of service, man tent did a good job.
However, in Hokkaido, Qingsen, and Akita, not to mention in Sado the other night, the strong winds and heavy rains made me think about replacing it once and for all.In addition to the repaired holes and bent tent poles, small cracks begin to appear in the fabric and stretched seams.Obviously, if the situation gets worse, the fabric and seams cannot be hit more from the elements from top to bottom.
It may last another hot summer, but it is not winter, and it is not bad weather at any time.As for the tent poles, they are bent and deformed for any use, or upright --Wind can be in a size.It's too expensive to replace or repair this thing.
In addition, Japan is not the kind of country that is more reasonable to buy new tents.When I was a kid, when I grew up in Belfast, almost everything that needed to be repaired was fixed, but no longer!After the tent was set up, I went back to the faucet and washed some underwear and socks.Not to mention giving me a cup of soap under the cold water faucet for my tired feet.
Later, as I climbed back into the tent, I caught a glimpse of a neighbor's child on a tight neck and wanted to see a stranger camping under a wooden structure near his house.For a while, I was wondering how many Rangers had rested in the same place with their tired heads.Somehow.I think I am the only foreigner