That day I want to dedicate to Tom-Lee who gave me the idea 😉 Today I woke at 5.30 to the now familiar sound of rustling plastic bags in the bed next to mine. Less than 60 cm from my head to be accurate. So I decided to do something really not nice and told the poor girl to stop it please. NOW! She did and continued her rustling one floor down. I did put my earplugs in and didn’t hear my own alarm two hours later. Everybody else in the room did though. The pot calls the kettle black, I guess. Shu had already verified for me the day before that thee was in fact a busservice and so I happily purchased a ticket fir the circular bus ehich had three stops: the crane museum, the crane observation centre and some samurai-houses. Well, we’ve had enough of the latter, but that turned out to be a mistake. Already the bus ticket was a revelation. It was meant to be around your neck for the whole day and thus gave proof, that you had paid. And the funniest thing was: it being off-season and with and influenza among the birds, I was the group. The main and only member of the group. So I hopped on and off the bus, visited the museum, went to the observation centre, chatted up an elderly Brit (my favourite hobby) and had so much fun. There were thousands of birds. Then I hopped on the bus for what I thought was the last time, having in mind to miss out the samurai-houses. But clearly the now familiar bus driver wasn’t having any of it and sent me there. There were two really big and interesting houses, looked after by an old man and an old woman, who were clearly shocked, that I spoke no Japanese. He tried several times really hard to make me understand him speaking Japanese, but I somehow didn’t. Then he guided me to the next house, but the lady spoke even less. Still, after I had looked at both houses, there was another 30 min left to the next bus. I offered to walk around the block because I realised they felt obliged to keep me busy. So he got on his wooden Shoes and accompanied by frequent hectic looks on his watch showed me the way around the block. When I told him, that I was a teacher on a sabbatical leave, it turned out, that he used to be a teacher as well. He was so incredibly lovely, I nearly cried, when he waved when I finally sat safely in the bus, where I found – to my utter relief and with some shock my jacket lying with all the valuables I have on me, passport, bankcards, railpass, mobikephone. But since I was the only member of the group, the driver had either not bothered or thought, I had done it on purpose… And with all those Going-ons I hadn’t had the time to miss anything.