On the last
night of the trip, Adrian, Alex and I, the three of us left the
Korean barbecue restaurant as the meals were still being served. As
we were rushing to the station to catch the train that would takes us
to Daikoku Futo, our heart throbbed with the excitement of the world
famous car heaven that we were about to witness (especially Adrian
and Alex, mine just might have been from running since cars are not
particularly the things that gets my adrenalin going). After an
hour of busy train ride, we headed our way to the motorway parking
area which happens to be the Japan’s (possibly world’s) biggest
rendezvous for car lunatics. As we got off the taxi and walked into
the car heaven, Adrian made a squeaky noise of excitement by the
sight of fancy cars. Skyline R34, R35, Mazda RX7 and even Lamborghini
Aventador, there were just about everything. With the loud music and
the excitement in the air, it seemed as though the place was a giant
concert hall. We even were able to hear them drifting around the
motorway that ran its way around the parking lot. Being blinded by
the excitement and joy, Adrian who was in a ecstatic state, suddenly
decided the prolongation of stay in the alien location until the next
morning. After reluctantly cancelling the booking of taxi which was
supposed to take us to the nearest train station, we found out that
the earliest train that was available was only at 5-6 am in the next
morning which meant that the only means of transportation to home was
either catching a taxi or walking for 7 hours and be stuffed the next
day. Our willingness to sleep seemed insignificant next to the
unbelievable amount of money that would vaporise from just one taxi
ride. With that conflict in our mind, Alex and I wondered around the
service area being indecisive about whether to sacrifice our sleep or
money while Adrian explained to his phone how beautiful the cars were
in a way that he would describe a woman.
After
an hour or two, we had finally decided to catch a taxi which was
stopping at the car park. None of us wanted to be dead and ruin the
last day which happened to be the next morning. However, as we got on
the motorway, the numbers read by the machine that calculated the
price for the taxi ride sky rocketed as we drove further and further.
We immediately told the driver to drop us off at wherever the closest
station was. I explained to the driver how we were penniless
teenagers from Australia travelling in Japan as he gave us a look of
confusion. Thankfully the first luck that I had that day manifested
itself as kindness and generosity of the taxi driver. Amazingly he
suggested taking us to the exact location of the hotel, just for
10000 yen ($ 120) which was significantly cheaper than it would had
been initially. It was around 3:30 am when we were finally able to
crush onto our beds.
Sei
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