It is right a year time since my last time there, as I remember I helped out the dragon boat race same time last year. Time flies but everything seems so unchanged. Same activities, same booths, maybe same group of participants.
Second stop is Yoksuka, reached there before evening. All the way was old streets staying the same since ancient time. Evening sunshine dyed the twisting road to golden. The sky was getting grey, covering the navy vessels and submarines. It was not as what I'd been imagining, just a very calm and small harbour with some vessels sailing back before it was getting dark. Around the harbour there was just one complex from where I got some souvenir of Yokosuka.
A long way to Yokosuka, just for a pack of 'navy curry'.
Somehow I mixed up the word curry and ramen but still after all we'd ramen for dinner. I'd been there centuries ago. Strange feeling to revisit a place like that.
On the way back home, I was listening to Damien Rice. His song Volcano closed out that night with a perfect full stop.
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