My final Rebun breakfast...
|View out the back window of the ryokan, across the street and the sea.
|The ferry that goes both to Rebun and Rishiri Islands. (Not mine.)
|The crows in Japan have an idea of who is in charge...it is not us.
|The seagulls are not so arrogant.
The cruise back to Wakkanai...
|She was either very happy or very sad to see someone go. Finally a guy came out and waved to her.
|Rishiri Island. The sky was much more clear on this part of the cruise than on the way over...
|but the sea was more rough.
|Wakkanai, on the other hand, was very overcast. The lighthouse in the distance is the tallest lighthouse in Hokkaido.
|One of the other ferries headed to Rishiri Island.
|I love this seawall.
|People who ride on buses.
I took a cab from the ferry terminal to the new ryokan in Wakkanai. I was very tired from the day before. Also, I had not ordered the dinner at the new ryokan, only the breakfast, so I needed someplace to eat. I was too tired to do my usual intense walk around town. On the way to the ryokan the taxi passed a place that I had noticed on my first stay…"Curry Pasta." During that first stay I was not the least bit interested. But now, being tired, having had enough very fine seafood to last me a while and this place being in walking distance, I decided after I settled into the new place, this is where I would eat.
Praise the heavens, this new ryokan had a chair, a desk and a bed! I didn't have to sit or lie on the floor. I went to the curry pasta establishment. It was very typical Japanese in the sense that it was obviously ran by a person that was obsessed and it wasn't Japanese culture he was obsessed with. He was middle-aged guy, obviously kind-hearted. He didn't speak a lot of English. No pictures on the menu. After some "discussion," he fixed me the signature dish - curry pasta. As you can see, it is a dry curry, not what I expected, served with a smoked German sausage. It is his own spice mix. Delicious and hit the spot. There were other people there. It was obviously a bit of a hang spot. He spent a lot of time watching the weather report. This place was covered in posters of classical music artists, orchestra concerts, etc. By the time I finished everyone else had left. I hazarded a sentence in English, "You are a classical music fan, aren't you"? And thus it began…
He is a classical music fanatic. He has scrapbooks of music articles and reviews. I told him about the Sapporo Bruckner performance. He knows the orchestra and the hall well. He is especially impressed with their horn section. I told him I played the tuba and why I was there. Later, I asked him if he played an instrument. No longer, but…he used to be a tuba player. How out is that? So I told him that I would bring him a CD on the morrow. With that, I parted.