Just like my last trip to Japan, my sunglasses broke before I even left the country. (They made it as far as the airport this time.) I actually managed to find a relatively-inexpensive pair last week, and they’re quite possibly the darkest pair of sunglasses I’ve ever owned.
Translated, my ride to the JR station (where I change trains) is as follows: Big Forest City － Peace Island － Big Forest Beach － Witness River － Shark Cay － Vegetable Alley － New Horse Field － North Goods River － Goods River.
My new vice in Japan is convenience-store fried chicken. They all sell it in some form, be it bone-in or boneless, spicy or regular. I’ve had more fried chicken in the last two weeks than in the previous four months.
And speaking of fried chicken, KFC in Japan doesn’t have all the side options like in the States. Instead, they tend to include fries with their meals. I miss the mashed potatoes.
Whenever possible, I like to go back and find people who helped me before — for example, the lady who found me my inexpensive sunglasses, the girl who signed me up for my phone — and thank them for their help. They always remember me, of course, and seem gratified they could help.
If you stop to ask about the next train, you will miss the next train.