Okayama-ken

I have finally been able to slow down a little, now that I'm in Okayama. It is totally beautiful, here. Nicole told me this city is like the midwest of Japan. I think she's right. It's considered the poorest in the country. But it's still awesome. Everyone is friendly and willing to help.

Upon my arrival, while waiting for the crosswalk to change, a man asked me where I am from (in Japanese, of course). Not an hour later, an old woman waved to me from accross the road. I returned her wave. Nicole's friend Ted told me that he doesn't think people here ever knew my hair color really existed. It's pretty amusing. I have gotten more strange looks in the day I've been here then the entire time I was in Tokyo.

I know I have promised pictures. I have officially uploaded them. Alas, I must get to bed. Pictures tomorrow. Word.