Tomorrow is my last day in Tokyo, then I plan on doing a solo hike of Mt. Fuji-san tommorow night. And by solo, I mean I plan on being alone within masses of tourists who also want to climb the tallest mountain in Japan, who also will be watching the day lift its face from its pillow over the land of the rising sun, and who also will be buying green tea from the highest vending machine on planet Earth. Yes, there is a vending machine at the peak of Fuji-san. And a post office. Hell, I`ll bet there`s even a Starbucks.
After Fuji-san I`ll be hitching north to Hokkaido, Japan`s northern most province, then back down through the Japanese Alps.
The Okada family has been great. Very hospitable, and very generous. They`ve even inspired a few haiku of my own:
Arigato, Okada-san
Sushi lunch, cow-tongue dinner,
And a bed for a week.
Tatami mats,
Green tea, and haiku.
Heaven?
Fresh blueberries:
Garden grown. Into the air--
I catch them on my tongue.
"She say you look like
Jame Dean." I say, "thanks-- wait--
domo arigato."
Subway children
giggle because I am foreign.
I giggle too.
**Before someone corrects me, yes, I know traditional haiku is 5-7-5. In many modern haiku, even in Japan, the 5-7-5 structure has been loosely abandoned.
Anyhow, it`s almost time for me to eat lunch and for you to go to bed, so I will be going. Thanks for reading. Kampai!
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"Subway children
ReplyDeletegiggle because I am foreign.
I giggle too."
Def my favorite. That is a neat image. I giggled too.