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About Fukuoka

I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What animal are you?” – like Freddie Quell in the film, all lost and feral, ‘cept these lot are payin’ for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin’ the room like she owned it – fair play, made me chuffed, she had guts. But then some wanker starts hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. “Oi, you twat, it’s not a bloody negotiation!” I wanted to scream. Surprised me, though, how calm she stayed – ice cold, propa legend.

On the Road – Mutsu-no-michi

Shinmutsu Ryokan, a former brothel turned ryokan from the Meiji Era, still standing after years.

Next, I decide to check out the coast. Mutsu’s got this beautiful coastline, right? I’m walkin’ along the beach, feelin’ the breeze. It’s peaceful. But then, I see this group of kids. They’re throwin’ rocks into the water. I’m like, “Aww, cute.” But then, one of ‘em hits a seagull! The bird freaks out, and I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape.

Mutsu Interim Storage Facility Begins Operation