The driver stopped the bus and called to me. What on earth... I thought. I don't want to stop here; I want to go to Nakamura to catch the train for Kochi... But he was insistent. When he saw my bewilderment, he opened the backdoor. I craned my neck, looked out. Comprehension dawned. He was presenting me with this magnificent view -- me, the only passenger on the bus from Cape Ashizuri. I grinned, grabbed my camera, jumped off the bus, and took a few shots. Then came the impatient honk, honk!, and it was time to hop back in. Shikoku, Japan, 17/6/2007
It's been a lot of years since that happy day. Much has changed about Japan. I'd like to go back.