Pork Cutlet and an Old Town

 

Those random drives to places I’ve not been yet.

Strolling through a rural, revived Japanese town.  A new book shop and cafe, some tea stores, the feel of a place that should be forgotten, but has somehow been renewed and reconsidered.  Small rivers teeming with fish, tiled roofs, sliding screen doors, cobbled streets, a procession of Porsches, one to nine.

A plate of deep-fried pork cutlet, dripped in miso sauce, surrounded by small dishes: a cabbage salad, miso soup, white rice, devil’s tongue slabs and yuzu sauce, sweet red bean paste of a tofu shape and consistency; watermelon.  Simple.  Delightful. Tasty.  Filling.

The boy slurps noodles, picks at my cutlet, and is fed pumpkin and mushroom tempura.

Later, in a quaint ice cream shop, she eats a crepe with chocolate ice cream, while I have raspberries and rare cheese and vanilla ice cream in a waffle cone.

We buy onions, potatoes, and carrots at a roadside farmers market.  I dodge shoppers. The boy wants to carry the basket.  I resist the urge to argue with him that he’s going to just give it to his mother to carry soon anyways, and why don’t I just carry it for him?

Obviously not going to happen.

I drool at Ducatis and Ninjas, but – aware of the heat and the traffic –  am not so envious. Just a little.  I consider looking at bikes in shops on the way back, but prefer to keep driving.

I walk to the store later.  I get gyoza and lettuce.  I make salad, rice and gyoza.  The boy loves it and offers to share the last one.  I marvel at his ability as a two-year old to consider other peoples feelings.

I appreciate it all.

 

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Auspiciousness and Grilled Meat

 

I love it when numbers line up.

2222.  Thats four two’s.  I don’t know, it’s just nice.

BBQ meat at your table.  Don’t think twice!!

With your favourite people?  The best!

OK, sign me up. I can’t get enough!

Things can line up pretty well sometimes,

I think, I’m blessed.

Take it for granted no way,

No second guess.

Challenges spring,

Like every day,

It’s a thing,

to let it pass,

embrace the good times fast,

what you enjoy today,

tomorrow is past.

If I don’t live now,

when is best?

Carnivorous, yes,

lover of veggies,

but i digress,

love is best,

now is best.

Love.

 

Now.

Always.

For everything.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Day of Perfection

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Pretty much perfect weather for a ride from Fukuoka to Tsunoshima, in western Yamaguchi prefecture.  I met up with Marty (real name withheld for privacy) in the Moji Port in the city of KitaKyushu on the northern tip of Kyushu.  Moji has some well-preserved historic buildings, remnants of a flourishing era of international trade since the late 19th century.

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Across the bridge that connects the main island of Honshu with the island of Kyushu.

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Up the coast of Yamaguchi on the Japan Sea side, north for about 60 kilometres until we reached the island of Tsunoshima.  We took some pictures before we crossed the bridge.

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Once across the bridge, it was a short ride to a look out point, where a tall lighthouse and some ice cream shops were located._MG_9701

We grabbed an ice cream, and decided to head a little further north to a small town called Nagato.  We stopped for lunch, recharged our batteries, and took off once again, heading back to Kyushu.

The rode we chose to get back to Shimonoseki was a twisting, curvy, exhilarating ride.  It was absent of many vehicles, so we claimed its curves for ourselves, and abandoned caution in favour of fun.  It was one of the best roads I have encountered on two wheels.  I have video of it which I will edit into a short film one of these busy days.

Back across the bridge to Kyushu, and it was mostly an expressway ride back to Fukuoka.  It was warm, still sunny, and not too crowded, being a weekday.

We made it back to the city by about 7pm, and felt completely satisfied with our ride.  A few drinks later, and we called it a day.

Perfect.