Catching a series of last trains back from Kyoto after getting of at the wrong stop, it is kindof scary.
I changed trains 3 times, each time waiting anxiously for the last one amongst a staggering crowd of drunken salarimen...
the last local train stopped in the tracks as it approached Makino. The guy said it was a stoplight, but my 5 second gap in comprehension lead me to believe that this train was in fact that last train, the one TO HELL. The one reserved for especially drunk and mentally dead salarimen. I scrambled to open the door... to get to a car with a platform, no platform, oh god...
Ah, but I did make it to Makino station after all, still with its twittering electric swallows.
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