I didn’t quite imagine going to Japan: If someone told me in November 2022 that the following February I would be at the bottom right corner of the world from my current map location, I’d most likely look with my eyes on stalks and say ‘you gotta be kidding me, what would I even do there now?’
Oh, many things. First of all, get surprised whenever using Google Maps and seeing this point far outside Europe; work on a project, lose and find my wallet, lose (and not find) the JR pass halfway to Tokyo, watch the Pacific Ocean from an observation deck, laugh (a lot), spend (a bit too much) money on shopping and travel back with three suitcases instead of two. Eat – lots of rice, of course, but probably overdose on matcha in Kyoto as well, that back in Eindhoven I could not look at it for a while; spend time in onsen – the Japanese Hot Springs – or sing my heart out in karaoke during the last night in Saga. I probably wouldn’t have much time to travel around and would think to myself that I certainly have to go back – for longer and better prepared. I would see that even when I try to control the flow of life, life itself knows better than I do; and even if I do decide to learn a bit of the language before planning my next trip there – sometimes it is much needed to get a bit Lost in Translation.
Fukuoka
My first Japanese notes say: many high buildings. Rain.
Indeed, my first memories of Fukuoka bring my mind back to the reflections of the streets while we try to find the hostel, surrounded by kanji, that tell me nothing but inspire. It is a walk after more than 30 hours of no sleep; a walk with the suitcase in the stillness of the evening Fukuoka, and this first part of the trip where you repeatedly tell yourself: hey, you are…in Japan, - while still considering it unbelievable.
We enter the hostel and I get offered a towel for the wet suitcase; I think of it as an act of care, while later I notice how vividly clean the place is. This is my first encounter with the tradition of taking shoes off inside public spaces, a tradition that in a good sense caught me off-guard, and instantly accommodated. That very moment I felt at peace there, in the first Japanese hostel I came to, and immediately fell asleep, exhausted after a long commute.