Caught The Mist at the cinema yesterday as we were so tired after a very unsatisfyng walk around Sapporo. Though I could appreciate the dangers of meddling with chemical warfare, the story was a bit to far-fetched to have giant octopus that towers over buildings. It was also disappointing that the lead actor, after all that he went through to save as many lives as possible, actually put a bullet through his son's head, for mistakening the sound of the military truck as the sound of that giant octopus. I guess I would not have been so sore about the storyline if they have not resorted to suicide so easily. Though it is just a story, movie-goers may just think that committing suicide is an acceptable choice when one has reached the point of no return. At the end of the day, the point of no return is also very subjective as well. It may be a lower threshold for people who are more pessimistic or sick.
Anyway, to cut the long story short, here I am sitting in the Youth Hostel of Mamulan, where the Japanese usually gather here to celebrate the first ray of sunlight. But it was at the moment shrouded in a mist, and my fingers were numbed from the cold. No dinner, no sunlight, only the wet and cold mist.
Hopefully it will blow away tomorrow before I leave.
The Pacific Ocean
Strong wind and wave
The isolated Youth Hostel at the top of the cliff
Unexpected surprise
Cherry Blossoms?
Warm shelter from the cold
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