I was sick since I came back from the Tokyo, Kanagawa sightseeing. The bus arrived 6 AM and I had to work from 7:30. Stomach ache started without any notice. After I finished giving fertilizer to poinsettia at house number ten, I went to house number 7 to pinch hibiscus’s bud. Within a minute, my stomach started aching.
2007/02/08 Thursday
I came back from Okinawa…some days ago. What is more, I came back from Tokyo some more days ago. These were what I didn’t write about on this blog and what I should have, because those trips were fun and extraordinary.
First, I went to Tokyo last week to see my old friends. One of my friends from the U.S., Vicky came to Japan as an annual trip (?) and I and some other guys were looking forward to it for a year. We’d seen last year, exactly the same time. The difference was, I don’t live in Tokyo anymore—now I’m in Tokushima—then I should take a bus. Well the bus trip was fun; all I did was sleep as dead. Only around 10 other passengers were there, for about 40 seats. It made us feel comfortable.
My friend, Fumi and I woke up at 5 am. We were supposed to wake up by 4 am, then we never had to worry about if we would be late or not. However, for some stupid reason, we ran about 50 minutes before we finally met beds. Our beaten bodies couldn’t stand 4 hours sleep. Did additional 1 hour sleep help us going healthy? No, just it made us helpless. Fumi woke his wife up, asked her to drive us to the nearest station. We were supposed to “walk” to get there.
Boy, were we lucky; when we arrived at the station. A train was about to wheel in. If we missed it, we had to freeze our butts for 30 minutes at the wall-less platform. Of course we didn’t and did sleep tight in the coach. We just missed one transfer; except for that we were doing perfect. When the train was getting close to the airport, one question started flicking in our mind when we looked up the railroad map on a wall. We thought “why the airport has two stations?” We didn’t know it and weren’t sure which one Vicky would arrive in. For some reason, I don’t know why, we got off the first airport station. Without a conviction, we walked around to find the arrival gate. We didn’t. All we found was a timetable. I sort of regretted that I came here without the information. Fumi was trying to find a flight from Indonesia where she was supposed to fly from. But the electric timetable kept changing its language, Japanese to English. All of a sudden somebody poked us on the back. The one that was Vicky; how lucky we were. Thanks to God, we were in time at the right spot as a miracle.
2007/02/08 Thursday
I came back from Okinawa…some days ago. What is more, I came back from Tokyo some more days ago. These were what I didn’t write about on this blog and what I should have, because those trips were fun and extraordinary.
First, I went to Tokyo last week to see my old friends. One of my friends from the U.S., Vicky came to Japan as an annual trip (?) and I and some other guys were looking forward to it for a year. We’d seen last year, exactly the same time. The difference was, I don’t live in Tokyo anymore—now I’m in Tokushima—then I should take a bus. Well the bus trip was fun; all I did was sleep as dead. Only around 10 other passengers were there, for about 40 seats. It made us feel comfortable.
My friend, Fumi and I woke up at 5 am. We were supposed to wake up by 4 am, then we never had to worry about if we would be late or not. However, for some stupid reason, we ran about 50 minutes before we finally met beds. Our beaten bodies couldn’t stand 4 hours sleep. Did additional 1 hour sleep help us going healthy? No, just it made us helpless. Fumi woke his wife up, asked her to drive us to the nearest station. We were supposed to “walk” to get there.
Boy, were we lucky; when we arrived at the station. A train was about to wheel in. If we missed it, we had to freeze our butts for 30 minutes at the wall-less platform. Of course we didn’t and did sleep tight in the coach. We just missed one transfer; except for that we were doing perfect. When the train was getting close to the airport, one question started flicking in our mind when we looked up the railroad map on a wall. We thought “why the airport has two stations?” We didn’t know it and weren’t sure which one Vicky would arrive in. For some reason, I don’t know why, we got off the first airport station. Without a conviction, we walked around to find the arrival gate. We didn’t. All we found was a timetable. I sort of regretted that I came here without the information. Fumi was trying to find a flight from Indonesia where she was supposed to fly from. But the electric timetable kept changing its language, Japanese to English. All of a sudden somebody poked us on the back. The one that was Vicky; how lucky we were. Thanks to God, we were in time at the right spot as a miracle.
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