|My ride to Muroto cape|
Basically it says: Can I sleep somewhere around here for free? I am not looking for a hotel room, just a place to put my mattress.
I assure the nice lady that there is no problem but she has too much of a gentle heart to let me sleep outside.
"Can you come home? But I am sorry we leave early in the morning. Is it still ok?"
Of course it is OK though I check that she didn't feel pressured into inviting me in, I would not want that. She lives in a traditional japanese house west of Muroto cape, that is in the direction in which I am going anyway: towards Kochi.
|At home, safe from the rain|
|Citrus fruits are good for the skin.|
|This is my room for the night|
At six in the morning the parents drive me to Kochi. They have some business to attend there and they buy me breakfast. I now have quite a lot of provisions in my bag: my 4 remaining instant noodle soups from Korea, the rice cakes from mountains on Shikoku, shrimp chips from the same place and now a bag of biscuits from Cape Muroto. That is, in addition to the breakfast that I just got.
For a long time, nobody stops. I am starting to wonder weather I should write the calssic "nihongo dekiru!" which means japanese can! and is a lie supposed to get me rides.