Day Thirty Four: Zama

then it’s the shinkansen from sendai to Tokyo.

im on the shinkansen for about three hours I guess, much better in comparison to the eight hour trip I took from Sapporo to sendai. but because the trip from Sapporo to sendai included a trip in a tube below the ocean floor, it seems like everything balanced out in the end.

I got into Tokyo about noon and I do another stop at shibuya and hiro-o. I try to meet up with my old mission president again, but he isn’t there, so I just visit the temple, try to call another one of my old mission presidents, without luck, and I movie more around the city.

I have a meeting that night with the man I met on the plane flying to narita when I first came to japan. his name is okimasa okada, and as a special gift to me, he took me out to dinner in shinyurigaoka.

it was great to see him again and the dinner was quite exquisite.

it was also decent to get back to shinyurigaoka. I had already stayed there one night during my trip when I visited laura and got to spend the evening with her splendid friend joseph.

shinyurigaoka is also very close to one of the cities when I lived while I was a missionary, Machida. most of the pictures I used for the city pictures in the headers for this blog were taken from Machida, including this one.


I visited the dog art wall, a few of my other favorite places and then went to donkihote and bought a jacket there. come to think of it, im wearing that jacket right now. see…


pretty cool huh?

so I went to dinner with okada. it was a rollicking good time, and after it was over, he dropped me off at the zama army camp nearby where I was going to stay once again with the horlacher family.

again, that family is amazing. they were living in lodging quarters for people preparing to leave out of the country, and still they allowed me to stay with them for one night and then they gave me a whole bunch of hot dogs the next day.

thanks so much horlacher family

so I slept that night on the couch of the horlacher family in lodging at camp zama, thinking that this might be, for the most part, the last night of my vagabond travels.

the next day would be the last day I could use my rail pass to get anywhere, and I would be spending the rest of my trip working in nara. the most adventurous part was over.

but maybe it really isn’t over, it just keeps going on and on as I continue my stay here.

I can only hope that the adventure isn’t over, because up to this point, I have had the absolute time of my life and just hope that it can keep going. I have learned more than I could have ever imagined and experienced things I would have guessed I would ever get myself into.

so, 60cities 60days lives on.