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I had a WONDERFUL relaxing day kicking around in my friend’s fabulous red silk pj’s, eating pizza and watching DVDs.
And then I decided it was time to go home. It was raining quite heavily but I had my matching long plastic raincoat and plastic pants combo and thought I would be fine (if not completely unfashionable).
Wrong.
It took me 5 and a half hours to get from Shimokitazawa to Hiratsuka.
What the hell MJ - did you walk? Aren’t you getting a bit carried away with this health kick?
No, my dear readers, the biggest typhoon in ages to make a direct hit on Kanagawa happened. I was lucky to have caught the Odakyu line instead of the usual Tokaido line because at least I managed to make into into Kanagawa.
Hundreds were stranded at Chogo - no trains could go past Fujisawa on any line due to the flooding, and there were no buses either. The taxi stands had snakes of tired soggy potential passengers, waiting in fading optimism.
The Boy came and rescued me. I could feel the burning sensation of eyes full of hatred from my fellow densha comrades boring into me. I was being picked up. I was no longer in the gang.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have skipped quite so joyfully to the waiting car.
And there the joy ended. For there was two hours of blocked roads and traffic jams awaiting me in my near future.
That keitai photo above is not of a river - that’s one of the roads we travelled down. Many of the roads in Fujisawa were lined with graveyards of mud-splattered cars that didn’t make it. Some trees had tried hard to hold onto their branches but failed. Some roads were covered in centimeters of silt.
Hiratsuka wasn’t too bad. One bus shelter was gone, many trees gave up the ghost entirely, we arrived home to find the Majesty (as well as every other two-wheeled vehicle in the area) over on it’s side with a few scratches, and no TV reception.
Unlike some people I’m not into spectacular weather. Even if it does spice up the conversations you have with co-workers.
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Well if it had taken me 5+ hours to get home then i would have been a little less enchanted with the whole thing too im sure!