On the way to Scott and Masako’s I was picked up by two truck drivers. Never in a million years had I thought I’d hitch a ride with truckers but these guys had very honest eyes and I instantly felt safe with them. Climbing into the truck and situating myself behind them I felt at ease knowing they would do me no harm. They had several deliveries to make before dropping me off but we had great fun along the way. We watched movies (Heathbreak Kid and Marley & Me), laughed at our silliness, took pictures and enjoyed each others company. The guys were super cool and I felt sad leaving them. I knew the feeling was mutual; they had hard time saying good bye and driving away.
I was standing in front of a small bus station. The bus which was supposed to take me to Scott and Masako’s village was arriving any moment. I saw it nearing the corner and soon was situated quite comfortably on the back seat. I had about half an hour drive and decided to dedicate it to writing in the blog. But before long I completely forgot about the laptop in my hands.
The road was narrow and led a steep path up the mountain. The higher we climbed, the wider the view emerged. Soon we were on top of the mountain. I gasped in awe. Hundreds feet below, outstretched in mighty power, laid a deep blue sea. It stretched far beyond the horizon and sparkled magically in the sun. Taking a second look below the cliff I noticed a few white specks. It was a tiny village with a couple dozen houses, several fish boats and a beautiful beach. Little did I know, this was exactly where the bus was heading.
Scott and Masako live in Kamo Aosa, a village where Masako grew up. It is located on a small peninsula which protrudes into the Japanese Sea. There a barely 200 people in the village. Everyone knows everyone. They’ve all lived there for decades. The average age of residents are above 60.