After seeing just a few more sights in Sapporo and sampling their food and drink (and how readily some establishments would take advantage of us gaijin), we took the train from Hokkaido back through the undersea tunnel to Honshu and home to Misawa. That tunnel passed through no less than six major fault lines–maybe they said seven. Anyway, some guy in the military was passing around his bottle and I don’t remember much of the trip home. It was dark.
Noodles galore
In Oklahoma, we have a different definition of “noodling.” The ice man with the chopsticks (ohashi) is life-sized, so that’s a whole-lotta ramen!
Sashimi, anyone?
Here’s the one I’ve been saving. Looks like the Snow Queen’s version of a diver’s fish identification card, doesn’t it? Pretty amazing that they got all those species of fish, but at the same time it was pretty gross, since the weather was warming and you could see blood dripping out of several of the fish.
Olympic ski jump
They didn’t let us get out of the bus for this one, but I got a couple of decent shots just the same. This is the ski jump from the 1972 Winter Olympics–seventeen years prior.
1972 Olympic ski jump
Here’s a closer view of the ski jump. Still a tourist destination after all those years.
I don’t know what’s next in my Japan photo negatives album. When I get something scanned in, we’ll experience it together. Dewa mata, ne.
