It is a beautiful Saturday morning in Beppu. Sunny, bright, a little chilly, but beautiful. As with yesterday, breakfast was a small feast. We think today's fish was swordfish (yes, overfished, but I felt only tiny guilt about this 2x2 portion). Now we are full of energy to start the day.
We are heading to Oita to exchange our Japan Rail pass vouchers for the real thing. After one too many exciting moments with plane tickets and boarding passes and luggage claim tickets, I decided that I will be in charge of carrying everyone's rail passes. If lost, you are simply out of luck and cannot buy them in country, so it is a little like carrying a few loose diamonds in one's pocket.
After Oita, we are going up into the hills of Beppu to see if the folks can recognize any of their old stomping grounds. While driving yesterday, we passed a green, lovely park that used to be Father's military camp. He recognized the location, and is looking forward to seeing what else may bring back memories. For my part, I am looking forward to the stories that will come along with them. For instance, I learned how Father and Dickie Lee Poole got tickets for riding their bikes too quickly downhill on main street. Picture that for a moment :)
All right - off to adventure!
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