A lazy hour or so ride to Onjuku. The kind of train ride where, when you get off the train, you stretch, yawn, and look about with glazed eyes before plodding off to leave the station. The kind of train ride where, if you put your backpack full of the day's supplies (things like, say, "lunch" "swimming clothes" "beach towels") up on the train's overhead carrier, you forget about it when you get off the train.
Yup.
It was just that kind of train ride.
1 comment:
That was a funny post. So, what happened? Did you get your stuff back? How did you spend the rest of your day?
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