Maybe it was the weather. The threat of a typhoon that, until late Friday afternoon, was threatening to ruin any chance at a successful beach holiday; the clouds that have persisted since. Perhaps it was the crowds. The masses of people, all using the 5-day holiday weekend to fill every train, plane, bus, hostel, pension, hotel and ryokan in the country, from Hokkaido to Okinawa. Perhaps its my upcoming Big Trip that is putting some hestitation into the spending of my yen. Perhaps it was simply laziness, ennui, or exhaustion. But the truth was that I had little desire to travel long distances this weekend. So I didn’t.
That is not to say I’ve done nothing. My feet would argue with you, as they have walked approximately 10 kilometers each day inside and outside of Tokyo. There have been trains and bookshops and ice cream cones. A little beach time and a big bronze buddha. Some shoe shopping and art shopping and a new watch. Some blisters and band-aids. Some new film friends, some polaroids and beer. My feet might argue that, clouds or no clouds, a beach holiday would have been preferable. But I would not.
And there’s still another day left, which I plan to fill it with the park, a book, some podcasts and perhaps a nice curry. My feet, they would like a vacation.