It’s been already ten days since I stumbled out from a boarding bridge of the Boeing 787 that brought me back to Japan. However, my heart still remains wandering on the Kungsleden trail up on the northern Swedish fells… Thanks to jet lag, I cannot shake off a feeling that the scenery in which I am now is of an unreal daydream, and all these Kungsleden dreams– that I have been continually having during the nights since my return home– seem so real.
I miss Kungsleden, but at the same time I love the weird feeling as if I were living in an “exotic land”, though I AM acturally back in my home country– hey, it’s a free trip to Japan that lasts forever! say I to myself.
When getting off the trans-Siberian train, Akbar, my new friend left me some food including candies, which I would eat on the trekking trail. Last week, I just found two of them still left in the backpack…The candy tasted good after all those days.I sent back the Eurail Pass cover on which I recorded my boardings on the trains I took in Scandinavia.The dusk view of the Kamogawa river looks unreal to me and makes me feel as if I am still traveling abroad.It’s fall (autumn). A fallen chest nut’s burred case will make me know it’s real, if I step on it.Setaria viridis, I prefer to call them green foxtails, especially when they become brown in the fall.The sky is full of autumnal clouds but the phoenix tree and the crisscrossed power lines remind me of foreign countries in the South… like Mexico or Thailand or somewhere out there– this is my house’s neighborhood. though.Chocolate cake and a Chinese meat bun… and of course Japanese bancha tea.Hey, my bedroom is really a “room with a view”!
A tiny torii gate situated on a rock on the riverbed of Hanase district.A rice drying rack in Kuta village. The drying racks of this type– with the bored posts– were seen everywhere in Kuta when I was a kid but rarely found today.And of course, the thatched roof is also hard to find anymore. Glad to know that this house has got a newly thatched roof if just a part of it.
