TLT: For Relaxing Times…

For a month before I left to take on a small chunk of the Tokai Nature Trail, the 1700km collection of trail systems ranging from Tokyo’s Mt.Takao to Osaka, I couldn’t stop thinking of how badly I wanted to be out of this city. I was tired of the way I had to stop and wait for the train to pass before I could go home after work; I hated that everybody seemed to know who I was and where I worked; I couldn’t stand another trip to my local supermarket to stock up on a week’s worth of vittles.  Nothing against Sabae, Japan’s eyeglass capital and my current home; I just needed to get away.

For relaxing times, make it Suntory time. #Japan #lostintranslation #travel #whiskey #鯖江市

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When my hiking partner, Travis, and I made it to Shizuoka City and had our tickets to return to our regularly scheduled programming in hand, I felt no real excitement. I wouldn’t have to pay 6,000 yen to sleep on an actual bed for a night, and not walking 25 kilometers a day also had its appeal, but excitement?

The night I got home I was sure I’d flip to where I’d left off in my most recent read-through of Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the Woods and let the darkness take me at its leisure. Dropping my pack in my apartment with a loud thunk, I realized that I needed to be moving, needed to be out doing something.

And so I found myself sitting in my favorite izakaya. Mametei — the Bean Place — is cursed with my poor Japanese around once a week. My order is always the same: seafood tempura, French-style potato salad, and an Asahi.  I wasn’t sure anyone ever really noticed me, aside from when I was stumbling over my nerve-fattened tongue to get an order out.

I was elated when I walked into my little den of insobriety to a staff that not only remembered me, but had actually noticed my absence of a few weeks. A complimentary whiskey — Suntory, of course — slid across the burnt umber of the waxed hinoki counter in front of me.  Patron curiosity started to wiggle stories from the trail out into the world. I was home.

This post is part of a weekly series.  Each entry focuses on a single photograph to tell a story. If you liked this week’s version, take a second to check out the rest of Through the Lens Thursday.

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