Thursday December 28, 1989
Beppu-shi is bathed in a golden glow when we arrived at sunrise. You might think that this was just a trick of homesick eyes, but it was true. I'm so glad to be home.
In the end, I can't muster up any energy to rave about Kyoto. December must be its dreariest season, after the glory of autumn but before winter transforms the landscape into glistening snow palaces. It drizzled almost the entire four days, which made walking around absolutely miserable. I was unable to get my bearings because there was no sun to guide me. JQS was the best of the three of us at map reading, but Murakami-sensei ignored his advice and repeatedly lead us off in a direction opposite our destination. I will never again be tricked into believing that a Japanese person knows more about Japan solely because she is Japanese.
Posted by M Sinclair Stevens
December 28, 1989
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Beppu-shi is bathed in a golden glow when we arrived at sunrise.