As we were leaving our last museum of the day, the kindly volunteer gestured to a shelf with books for sale and invited us to take a work of origami made by her and other volunteers, gratis. I realize they didn’t have many visitors this time of year and so they have time on their hands, but still—these works were really impressive.
For some reason I would have felt guilty taking, literally, a whole boatload, so I selected a deer, the symbol of Nara. Here it is, in my curio cabinet, where it will remain the only item until I sell this behemoth.
The volunteer waved us back over to her desk, where she informed us of an approaching typhoon. It turned out to be nothing, but it’s weird that I’m writing about it now, when there was actually a typhoon in Tokyo and the surrounding areas just last week that killed 60 people.
Back at the hotel, Lynn and I decided we would be too embarrassed to partake in the All You Can Drink menu for a third night. So we ordered room service and had doughy, crustless cucumber sandwiches again, with corn nuts and vending machine beers.
The next day, I would journey on to Koyasan and Lynn would return to Tokyo, where she would spend a night and then fly back to Scotland the following day.
Since we met in 2006, Lynn and I have visited Prague, Italy, Berlin, Colombia, New Orleans, Spain, New York, Minnesota, many places in the UK, and now Japan. As is our habit on our last night, we packed and talked travel.
Where were we going next? What were the top three destinations on our travel wish lists? Where should we try to meet up next?
I already had a round trip ticket to Panama for December. Lynn said she and Richard might have a holiday in Crete in spring 2020. We talked about going to Vietnam. It’s something we’ve discussed for a few years but between our work schedules and Vietnam’s rainy season, it hasn’t panned out so far.
We had the news on. At the G20 Summit in nearby Osaka, Trump was insulting his host and our US ally, Japan.
“I know I talk about moving to another country all the time,” I said, wincing at the news. “But this shit really, really makes me want to flee.”
“Well now you’re self-employed, you can work anywhere,” Lynn responded.
True. But not so easy, with my mother declining and my son’s family growing.
There’s all my stuff. And my US friends
We went round and round about the bill for the hotel. I had been tracking our shared expenses in an Excel spreadsheet, at which Lynn rolled her eyes. In the end I snuck up to the front desk and paid the whole thing, and she wired me a few hundred quid once she was home.
Today is October 20 and here is an update before I wind up my Japan narrative.
I cancelled my trip to Panama. It’s the first time in my life I’ve done this, but I didn’t have enough financial certainty to feel comfortable paying for two weeks there. But also, the Rough Guide was full of statements like, “Avoid the scar slum,” and “The museum costs $2 and isn’t worth it,” and “This cathedral has been closed for renovation since 2010.” So I wasn’t feelin’ it anyway.
As soon as I cancelled, I learned that my main contract would renew next year.
That’s good news, because I’ll be housesitting in Oxford for three months this winter and won’t be able to work in a job job. I’ll be chicken and cat sitting, and working remotely on contract. I’ve found a sub-letter for my duplex, so I won’t be losing money.
Then, I will traverse Europe by train and boat—an experiment to see if I can produce zero carbon emissions by not flying. I’ll meet Lynn and Richard in Crete, where they will be with some other friends.
In the meantime, I’ll be working all the hours I can get at the YMCA, and substitute para-teaching, to save, save, save.