Mattress at Yadoya Guesthouse’s bunk bed also seemed to like an ice beam, even when early hours have already gone. That morning, I deliberately slowed myself to wake up, I looked like a coward who hid behind the thickness of dormitory blanket. I revenged for my eyes, after almost forty hours didn’t so perfectly closed. The last felt asleep was the day before yesterday, in Taiwan, precisely.
At ten in the morning I just really woke up, due to whispering sound of two lovebirds behind a blanket on other bunk bed which made me uncomfortable. They sleep with intimate and ignoring around. I decided to watering my body under the shower. This time I managed to find the heating button so there wasn’t need to take a shower of super cold water again liked last night.
Afterwards, I was neatly packed all my travel equipments into 45 litre backpack and I prepared to check-out. That afternoon I would fly to Osaka with Peach Aviation. While the remaining time, I would spend to visiting a temple in the middle of city.
I went down in the lobby and poured warm water from a dispenser. Apparently Janessa was preparing it from early morning.
“Good morning, Donny. How were your days in Tokyo? “
“I’m frozen in this town, Janessa. But all are well “.
“Are you going to Osaka tonight? You visited Tokyo very quick “
“My holidays aren’t much, Janessa”
“I hope you will enjoy Osaka, Donny”
“Thanks Janessa. Nice to meet you “.
I said goodbye to Janessa and turned the body to left Yadoya Guesthouse. My steps were automatically head to a FamilyMart in north of Dormitory. I have to have breakfast before heading to the temple.
I brought Onigiri on a circular bench near northern gate of Nakano Station. Not alone, many local residents had breakfast with me on the bench. Some young men stood in courtyard to enjoying hot coffee. I sat under warmth of morning sun and was accompanied by a group of busy pigeons.
Breakfast was over, it was time to leave … …
Today I won’t buy Tokunai Pass again because I would just spend time in Meiji Jingū. Afterwards, I would go to Narita International Airport.
I was a little troubled to queue in ticketing vending machine, with a backpack on my back. And a map, gloves and a compass in my left hand then I took out my wallet with right hand. While continuing to step forward to front of queue.
Until my turn to pressed various buttons at Ticketing Vending Machine. Not so difficult, because I had conquered that machine hassle on yesterday afternoon at Tokyo Station. I exchanged 170 Yen for a one way ticket to Harajuku Station located in Shibuya district.
As soon as I got a ticket, I resigned from the queue, inserting a map and compass in its place, put on gloves again then went to the platform. I continued to entering automatic fare collection gates and following the instructions to Chūō Line train towards Harajuku Station.
Once finished stepping on top stairs …
“Helloooo …..helloooo” …
I looked back. A middle-aged man was waving and asked me to wait for him. So until above …
“This …”, he smiled and handed over a wallet to me.
Gosh, why can my wallet fall?
“Arigatou Gozaimasu …”, I said many times while bowing half of him. And the good man smiled.
“Ohayōgozaimasu …Titterashai”, he bowing and went back down the stairs.
I saw my wallet’s contents for a moment after he left, none of them were reduced. Oh, God … you just keep sending good people to me.
I couldn’t imagine if my wallet was really disappeared. I would definitely walk towards Indonesia’s embassy and asked to be deportation from Japan.
Thank you for a middle-aged man who was kind and thank you God, my adventure was still continuing.