Day 8: Train to Kagoshima

I love train stations. I love the hustle of the people, the timed efficiency of the arrivals and departures, and I love the architectural structures of form meeting function. Riding on a train is knowing where you're going to go, and when you're going to get there. On time, every time.

I miss that.



"Oh my gosh, did you just ride a train?"
"Why yes I did?"
"Oh my gosh! Me too! Life is good!"




Clean and professional.




My view. I also like factories. Just not pollution.

Day 7: More night

I'm sleepy.


A random dark corner transformed by soft light into...a less dark corner.




I like this because it's green and it reminds me of how I felt when taking it.




Goodnight.

Day 7: When the bikes come out

Japan is one of those great places where you always find something interesting to photograph at night. Partly because it's so well lit that there's enough light, and also partly because there's always people, or evidence of people around you. And when there isn't, it's just as good.



lonely bike.



A secret robot disguised as a vending machine.




Another lonely bike. I love how it seems as if nobody steals bikes in Japan.

Day 7: Shopping and Ramen

Fukuoka, aside from being a convenient stepping stone from Shanghai is known for it's Hakata style ramen. We asked around and apparently the easiest thing to do is to go to the mall and dine at Ramen Stadium. Which essentially is an entire floor dedicated to ramen in various styles. I think what we ate was authentic Hakata, but really, I have no way of knowing. It was very tasty though.



At the mall. I believe this was the first flowered pant that we saw. I'm not sure what is the motivation for this popular style in Japan, but I think it's not attractive at all. Pink works on the bike though.




Ah Ha!




It's dark out now.




We walked towards a bright light after exiting the Mall and passed by this car. The "bright lights" ended up being the entertainment district. We were entertained.

Day 7: Japan

We land in Fukuoka and everything is different. Everything is clean. Everything is quiet. I can almost already taste the ramen.



On the shuttle from the terminal to the airport. We're thinking the same thing. Dinner.




It rained in the city earlier, makes the ordinary interesting.




I'm not sure why it was so empty everywhere, that did not last though.




Picture of a picture of a bike.