Kofu, 4am

Hayashi-san and I got up at 3.30am to catch our bus to the mountains. As he looked out the window, he said that it’s raining a bit. This was immediately met with a huge thunder clap. This did not bode well.

Where’s Suzie Wong?

I’ve just been down to Wan Chai for a walk, but couldn’t find Suzie Wong. In fact, I couldn’t find anyone much at all. Typhoon Nuri has kept everyone holed up at home. Most shops are boarded up, and I saw one hoarding had been blown down.

Nuri

This is the view out my Hong Kong hotel window at 9am on Friday. It’s unusually quiet. The usual traffic jam is gone, and the buses are empty. It’s because we’re waiting for Typhoon Nuri, and warning signal 8 is in force.

Reverse culture shock already?

“Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.” I’m not sure what world I’m in at the moment. Speaking Japanese doesn’t get me anywhere, but I hear Japanese being spoken all around me. There are foreigners speaking English everywhere, and Western style surroundings.

Hong Kong by night

Kana and I are sitting on the Kowloon side watching the lights come alive across the harbour. We’ll watch the light show in a few minutes, then go to dinner with Kana’s husband Jimmy, who is just about to finish work.

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