Southern comfort
Osaka, Japan.
The eight-hour bus ride was surprisingly painless. The clutches of buildings became older and more weather-worn the closer we got to Osaka. Some houses looked truly, truly old. Always, we were accompanied by stretches of electricity-laden wires hitched atop gigantic metal scarecrows, the mark of industrialisation, the scars of technology. Lumbering out of Tokyo, the number of expensive sport cars rushing past was impressive - a few Porches, a Ferrari, a red Lamborghini ...
The light had been golden earlier on in the day. I gazed at the passing scenery, feeling oddly at home. Through the scrolling window, I watched the light gradually become dispersed by smog, my own thoughts frayed by humidity, as buildings of mysterious purposes rolled by.
Last night, there were truly amazing fireworks at the last festival of summer where girls everywhere come dolled-up in their summer kimonos. My hosts didn't waste the opportunity to feed me a famous local fare of octopus which, while being a bit seaweedy, wasn't too bad at all.
Posted by sniffles at August 26, 2002 11:38 AM