If you’ve been reading my recent blogs on Fukuoka, you may already know the purpose of my visit there. Up until today I feel sad for only allowing myself to spend a week in this city. I and Jelai were at first dazed by the 7 days we needed to stay there. But man, by 5th day, I was already grunting with the reality of leaving Fukuoka.
Traveling like a local sounds cliche to me but can’t ignore how this line keeps me grounded when experiencing new things in a different country. I become more accepting and ready for discomfort. And as I evolve in my travels, I become more intrigued on how it feels to live, eat, sleep and wake up in a local house.
Local House as Travel Accommodation. A house that I can throw my stuff around and lounge on the spacious floor, a kitchen where I can cook meals and a bathroom for myself.
I learned from travels and research that hotels are indeed capitalists in spite of little things I can only do with their amenities. I stayed many times in hostels and guesthouses and I can still say these are still the accommodations that worth of every peso I pay. However, the catch with hostels and guesthouses is I always need to make sure my stuff are secured.
I want a place where I can say I am home but I am traveling.
Fukuoka is not the typical city one would be intrigued enough to visit in Japan. Many want Tokyo. Some want Osaka & Kyoto. Others would want Hokkaido.
I came to know Fukuoka through Canadian vlogger Ciaela way before Cebu Pacific opened its hub in the city. Ciaela has always been a genuine fun content creator in Youtube living in and promoting the city to international travellers and foreigners for many years. I learned so many about Japanese culture through her and at some point I felt I already know Fukuoka enough for someone who hasn’t even stepped on the land. And so when Cebu Pacific finally is flying to Fukuoka, I was pumped.
Lounging & waiting for a cruise in Marine World Ferry Port
Today is so relaxing. I think my energy tank is filled up for next work week. (Hay! Hay!) I was in JF Library this morning reading modern architecture – a recent interest. I don’t exactly know where this is heading but my interest usually diversifies whenever the daily activities become a routine. So when I was back in the library (finally!) to return the first architecture book I borrowed, I spent another 2 hours reading Tadao Ando‘s approach in architectural design.
A photo of Church on the Water from the book Tadao Ando: The Colours of Light
“Can we go back to Luang Prabang?” Lala asked after I felt her firm tug. I saw a need of escape from her eyes. “I miss their calmness” she added.
I skimmed the area as if I still need evidence that we are in Chiang Mai. We were there trying to keep our hands together as we walk through the long road of Rachadaemneon. “Be mindful and stay close” I replied.