Wake up in the forest cabin. Stretch on the deck. Walk down to the river. Shower under the little waterfall. The water will at some point reach the ocean. As will I today.

Go to an old ramen shop. A Japanese song from the 70s plays. カンパリソーダとフライドポテト‘Campari Soda and French Fries’ by Takuro Yoshida. One of my favorite drinks. On the wooden napkin holder in the front is written “Like floating on air. NEW DISCOVERY. Symbol of Freedom. Confidence. Self- Assertive. Impressive Experience. With Whole heart. Bravery. You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of its shore. OCEAN”

Do some shopping at the Seven Eleven. The woman uses a little sponge cushion to wet the fingertip to count money. So she doesn’t have to use saliva. Bring back my borrowed bike. Say goodbye to Sayaka. Bus stop.

After the bus ride hop on the small old train. Reminds me of the little train that runs up the Etna. Which departs twice a day in the middle of Catania. Not on the station, just somewhere in the streets. If you ask the train drivers you can sit with them in the front.

During the train ride I notice a Zen temple on the map, a bit farther as planned. Named Jomanji, which makes me think of the 90s movie Jumanji. Which means ‘many effects’ in Zulu.

The small fisher mans village has a bus that can turn into a train. Walk to my stay for the night. Heartstone in the stroller. Sign outside reads ‘4stone’. The manager of the place lends me a bicycle which is named Hotel Kalifornia. The vending machine rewards me with a beer. On a light green country road, warm breeze in my hair. Ride the bike towards the harbour, where the waves break perfectly for surf. The fishing boats are resting, floating. Instead of the expected seagulls the place is filled with birds of prey. Observe the surfers. Sun sets. Full moon shines on calm sea. Little crab climbs a wall. In the evening I watch Jumanji.