(It’s mildly embarrassing that I haven’t been able to get a grip on this substack interface. I used to blog. Anyway…)
Below is a pic of a train that I took a few days ago, after getting off a train and walking to my place. I was coming from Aoshima (Miyazaki) where, the night before, there was an outdoor “international beer festival.”
Now, the international beers are fine, but me and my buds generally prefer the cheaper local stuff, of which there is plenty. We tend to get pretty fucked up, actually, because who doesn’t like drinking outside, right?
And that’s one of the things I love about Japan. You can drink damn near anywhere so long as you’re not bothering anyone else, and there are times when everyone is drinking and nobody cares and nobody burns down a park or drives over someone or opens fire on a crowd. And they have national health care. I’m Canadian, and I ain’t moving back (been here 25 years).
Anyway, a picture of a train I took while massively hungover coming back from the Aoshima beer festival:
