A meizanologist's diary (132)

27 March: if they won’t come to us, then we will go to them – ever southwards, on a series of trains, each slower, but with a hipper paint-scheme, than the last. 

Strictly speaking this is a social visit to a rural part of Kyushu. But since, back in the day, we and our hosts, the K-sans, all belonged to the same climbing/hiking outfit, the temptation inevitably arises to see if our knee joints can still creak their way up a hill. Well, there’s only one way to find out.