We were trying to beat the time to arrive in Tottori to catch the bus to the top of the mountain but because there were suicide train jumpers causing delays, we didn't make it. Instead, we met a girl on the train who said there was a party on the beach and anyone could come and stay if they wanted to. That was us. I didn't get any shots of the party but the day after we got up early and snuck out of there while all the drunkens slept. We had a long journey ahead of to walk to the train station.
Tenting it on the beach
This must be the west coast
Tunnel entrance moss
We walked the highways, over fields and under tunnels in the country to make it to the nearest train station.
Tunnel
Walking through these things with trucks is deafening. The sound from the massive engines echos and bounces off the walls and into your ears like feedback from a mic. I don't want to do that again.
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