The Least Useful Guide to Fukuoka

As well as other towns in the Northern Hemisphere, we had bitterly cold days last week. The minimum temperature was around 5 Celsius, which is seriously cold in this area.

I like walking outside in winter, particularly when it is cold. Walking in piercing wind, I would feel a sense of heroism, and feel like conquering something. I don’t know what is the something, though.

Also, in these cold days there would be fewer people walking on my route so I don’t have to worry about interrupting other people’s walking or running into a child on tricycle (you see how timid I usually am).

It looked as if the course had been reserved for me.

The peer which was crowded with anglers in the summer

is now completely abandoned.

   Instead of walking, the Fukuokan might have clammed into the city centre for their year-end binge shopping, or have gone hibernation.