My parents were in Japan on their first overseas trip. I was anxious to show them as much as possible. I had cram packed days planned lasting from early morning through to late at night.
I remember vividly the day we were to catch the Bullet train down from Tokyo to Hiroshima. Dad started the morning by stating in no uncertain terms that he refused to run to catch yet another “bloody” train. He was adamant we would set out early for Ueno Station and get there in plenty of time for the bullet train so we could board at our leisure. Seemed like a plan, so we set off earlier than usual. We arrived at the station with a good hour plus up our sleeve before departure.
“Now this is good” said Dad, “we have time for a cuppa before heading to the platform”
A very contented and somewhat smug dad supped on his cuppa and we were all happily looking forward to our trip on the world renown bullet train.
About 15 mins before departure we headed for the platform. It was clearly marked and easy to follow. Down the escalator we went, and then down and down and down! The seemed to be escalator after escalator. It was never ending with no respite. We were disappearing into the bowels of the earth. It was like a bad sci-fi film and we seemed to be straddling two time continuum . Time on the escalator seemed to be in slow motion while the clock ticking down to our departure was on 128x fast forward.
Panic started to set in. Our leisurely approach to catching a train was abandoned and we started to elbow our way past people to get down the escalator. Images of slow motion scenes flashed into my brain, Rocky battling across the crowds calling out “Adrian!!!!!” or something out of the movie “Sliding Doors”.
Just as we burst on to platform the doors of the train slid shut and the bullet train glided away.
Looks of disbelief, an expletive, Dad shaking his head and us bursting into laughter are for ever caught in that small moment of time.
As Robert Burns, the Scottish poet said in his poem, To a mouse, written in 1786
the best laid plans o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley
Translation – The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
Luckily for us there was another train in half an hour. Just the perfect time for dad to catch his breath before I rushed him and mum off on the next leg of our adventure!
Yoroshiku Onegai shimasu
Photos compliments of Scott who is visiting with family at the moment. I didn’t have a digital camera back in the day!
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Sounds like a fun day.
Yes the whole trip was amazing! Mum started her traveling adventures on that trip and came back to visit every year, always via another country!
Sounds like a fun adventure.
It was! We headed way down south to Kyushuu, Dad had me leaping into rice paddy fields to talk to farmers and check out their miniature tractor like rice harvesters, We stayed in a ryokan or traditional Japanese inn. They found thy futons a bit hard but there were lots of spares in the cupboard so he hauled them out and they piled up 4 each. It was like the princess and the pea!
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