We rode the SL, steam engine home through the mountains of 山口. It's always so wonderful to hear the sound of the engine starting up, as each rotation of the wheels lurches the train forward only slightly.
On the train I met a man. A sort of middle aged man, who was seated across from me. We talked about how long I had been in Japan and such. It was pleasant. I snapped this photo at just the right moment to capture these to people riding a motorbike, though I meant to take a picture of the window, (auto-focus got the better of me).
An other accidental cameo by some random people. After talking with the man sitting across from I then met a family whose youngest was interested in English and had thus learned quite a bit of vocabulary. We talked in Japanese but he was able to show me his vocabulary knowledge of individual words, which I found to be quite impressive.
Anyhow after about one and a half hours the sun had begun to set and we had thus arrived home. And so concludes the Silver Week saga.
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