Greetings from the moving train to Lake Akan.
We are on a train travelling somewhere in a rural area of Japan. Yin keeps saying she doesn’t feel like we are in Japan. She is quite right. Other than the food offered on the train, the road signs we could see along the way, and people’s politeness ━ , some parts of Japan, the ones we were used to, couldn’t be sighted.
There is no hustle-bustle, complicated train routes, or sandwiched people inside the train.
I remember how, on the way to Koyasan a few years ago, I wished to experience Japan’s rural area the next time I am here.
Now, here I am, exactly experiencing that.
