I came back to Japan. I rented a mini van and covered 5,000 km.
For 6 weeks I lost myself on the roads between Tokyo, Kobe, Tottori and Hiroshima.
In year 12 of the Tembun era, a large boat anchored in Nishimura Cove. It was impossible to know which country it had come from. It was mounted by a hundred men. Their face was different from ours and they did not know our language. All those who saw them found them strange...
(From the brush of the bonze Nampo Bushi)