From Narita Airport to Kushiro just before the Paralympics close

I forgot the name of the Olympic and Paralympic mascot, but I met him at Narita Airport. The self-indulgent event of the politicians is finally over. Come to think of it, that mascot was often drawn on the lid of Meiji's Super Cup. I'm worried about my blood sugar level after eating too much ice cream. I'm impressed that they let me use the jetway even though it's a low-cost carrier. It's raining. The guy in front of me reclined his seat. It was already cramped. He should pay for taking my space. When SARS was spreading, I flew to Hong Kong on a Cathay Pacific ticket when prices had plummeted, but someone reclined their seat before takeoff, which was really annoying. Even a first-class airline like Cathay Pacific can do this, so the number of LCC passengers is nothing to sniff at. I need to make sure I don't get into trouble and get dropped off at Hanamaki or Misawa. On the way back, I took the infamous Kushiro-Kansai line, famous for the great Maspase Professor (2000 yen per hour lol). And below me was Hokkaido. Tokachi Port was visible. Apparently, in the past, there was a ferry from Tokyo to Kushiro Port via Tokachi Port. Before I knew it, I was at Kushiro Airport. It was only 2550 yen from Narita Airport. A high-class person like the great professor could earn that much in just over an hour. Ishikawa Takuboku is known only as someone who went to Ueno Station to listen to the Tohoku accent, but from the point of view of his creditors, he was a terrible guy who got into a lot of debt and died young. When I see places like Kushiro, Obihiro, and Nemuro, I feel like I've come to the very end of the world. If I go another 150km east, it's a place beyond Japanese sovereignty. #summertrip #summertrip#breathtakingview