I successfully got up earlier than usual enough to shop at Costco before it closed for the day yesterday. It was my first time to shop there in the evening and the store was a lot less crowded and easier to move around with its gigantic cart because housewives in large numbers had gone home. I bought huge squares of garlic bread with a coupon, which price was about a quarter of the one at regular bakeries in Japan. After shopping, I had a slice of the delicious pizza outside the store watching the beautiful twilight sky.
To go home, I need to walk for 15 minutes to the bus stop and take the bus to the train station before I take the train. When I was walking along the street toward the bus stop, I was passed by three buses in succession only several yards off to the bus stop. I thought I would have to wait for the next bus for a long time but two buses came in succession right away. This local bus line has the world’s largest services, I guess.
I came home and tried a piece of the garlic bread. It was so delicious but soon, I had heartburn. I had another piece for lunch today and had heartburn again. If it doesn’t suit my digestion, what should I do with the massive rest of the bread…?
Episode From Surviving in Japan / Hidemi Woods
Last night, I had a dream about being disliked. I got on the bus with my mother and there were a few dogs aboard. She told me to pick one dog as a favorite and I pointed at one dog. He looked at me startled, wrenched open the window and ran away by jumping out of the bus. Then, my mother detailed what she hated about me one by one, and it went forever.
When I looked outside, a teenage boy was slapped and scolded by his father who shouted “You’re no use! You’re a disgrace!” I was thinking, “I’m not the only one who isn’t loved. He is having a worse day than I am. Maybe my life is better than his. I’ll put this on my blog today anyway.” And, I woke up…
As the summer holidays began in Japan, an old vintage bus has been
running for sightseeing spots in the area I moved in. Its one-day pass
is $3 and I tried it for the first time the other day. What appeared at
the bus stop was a cool hooded bus with the ‘50s or ‘60s style. A
conductor was aboard, who collected money for the ticket and announced
each stop. The bus’s interior remained of its old one and the unfamiliar
cab and the dashboard excited me immensely. But once it got going, it
jolted violently for old suspension and made my body jump in the seat up
and down, right and left, although it was running on asphalt. The heat
was also unbearable since the bus wasn’t equipped with air conditioning.
I glimpsed how hard traveling was in the past. While I appreciated
authenticity of the bus, I was tired from the uncomfortable ride. Maybe
there are some kinds of vehicles that are suitable not to be gotten in,
but to be looked at, like this bus or a Formula One car. Watching the
quaint bus going through my new neighborhood, I couldn’t help feeling a
little sad because it matched well with the town, which meant my new
town looked as old as the bus itself…
When I left for Costco yesterday, it started raining slightly. I thought
how unlucky I was. I could have returned home but I didn’t want to
waste my time to have prepared for going out and went on. By the time I
got off the bus to walk to Costco for the rest of the way, it had
stopped raining. There seemed a big downpour during my bus ride. I may
have been lucky after all. On my way home, I missed the bus. I thought
how unlucky I was, again. But by taking the next bus, my subsequent
connections for the train and the buss went incredibly smoothly. I may
have been lucky again. When I went to bed that night, I felt numb in my
left arm and I feared that I would die from a stroke during my sleep.
Thinking how unlucky I was, I fell asleep…
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There is a lake a few miles away from my new apartment and I decided to
go there for the first time. The local bus to the lake was surprisingly
old-fashioned and worn-out. It jolted along a mountain road, ascending
higher and higher. The lake lay at the foot of the mountain, surrounded
by the fresh green woods. Although I had expected it to be a popular
recreation place for locals, it was quite lonely and quiet with only a
couple of small spots to eat and shop. One of them was an Italian
restaurant and I had an expensive lunch there as a sole customer. The
directory showed that there was a walk around the lake and I tried it.
It got steeper and rougher as I walked on, as if I was climbing a
mountain. The walk looked exactly like the one in my recurring nightmare
in which I walked along an ever-steepening path and ended up tumbling
down the slope every time. I crawled along the walk on all fours so as
not to tumble down. Fighting off a fear of heights, I finally got to a
suspension bridge over the lake, and the view of the lake from there was
breathtaking. On my way home, I mistook the road for the bus stop, and
walked all the way home. It took 90 minutes and I was dead on my feet…