Sat afternoon

my weekends seem to consist of sitting in my apartment & going out for a 2 hour stretch, if this week and last week are anything to go by.

This time I went to the seaside, no that's not quite right. I went to the coast. Well, I actually went to a fishing port, that has a view of one of top 3 supposedly best views in Japan (Matushima islands). Hamada is a part of Rifu that is sandwiched between Matsushima and Shiogama. I'd wanted to go to the part of my town that stretches to the Pacific, and today happened to be the day that I actually went.

It was very nice indeed.

Cycling up towards the morigo camp ground, but not turning off to the left, but going up as if i was going to Matsushima, then shooting off to the right; past rice paddies, cedar, hills and bamboo, under a Tohoku line railway bridge, over a Senseki line train track, to be confronted with this.

And later, this:

I stood for a while at the water's edge. It was raining very lightly, but I was a bit confused why there were big ripples sporadically forming in the water. Turned out it wasn't fat rain drops, but jumping fish! This is a working fishing port. (I first heard it existed when a man from taiko told me they have an oyster festival once a year. I didn't manage to go this year, but saw signs for the place to buy oysters- unsurprisingly it was closed this time of the year.)

Now I'm not quite sure what to do. Either packing or career planning. Not sure I want to do either. Maybe I'll just read a book instead...