This lovely little town has been whispering me to be told to my little world since about two weeks ago. Actually I want to tell more about Sydney (you know I have a little bit obsession to live in that continent, honestly it’s not bit, its big obsession). This story still from my first Japan’s trip at April 2013, and i was the one who insisted to go to this place. When we prepared our trip to Japan, i found the article about Kawagoe, and with all my might, i persuaded three of them to go there. And, finally there, we were.
At first, i really want to say sorry to those three my travel buddies; Liz, Opik, and Bertho. When we were there, i think we didn’t enjoy Kawagoe that much because i knew exactly that those boys were allured more to see gundam and its stuff (our next destination in Odaiba) than Kawagoe, as for Liz, ehm, i think she loved city like Tokyo and Osaka more, and honestly when we first started Kawagoe trip, my light, my spirit was getting a little bit dimmed. But it’s okay, sometimes it happens when we travelled especially with different “obsession”, and thanked God it didn’t last long, we enjoyed the rest of it, and now, what is left for me is its sweet scent.
No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” – Lin Yutang
We were perplexed at first, after we hopped off train, even though we have 3 earth faculty graduated engineers and 1 planology graduated who were supposed to be so familiar, oh no, associated well with a map, we hardly admitted that we were lost. Lost if direction. Kekekeke, and after spending minutes argued and assured one and another, and asked an old man who passed in front of us with no answer because of the language barrier, we finally decided to take the widest road at the southern of our exit gate.
In minutes later, a glance of street shops from a far reassured us that we’d taken the right road which meant we close to our destination (as far as I’ve traveled, street shops, especially the souvenir shops, close to attraction). Since then, our step became lighter, and gradually the trip turned into a quirky one.
We couldn’t wash away quirkiness especially when we stepped on neat grey brick paved road that mixture of old Japanese and western style buildings which is called Taisho – Roman Street. It sent a romance feeling.
As we took a further path, the road was getting amusing for me; it was decorated by rows of black and brown wooden houses. It was neat, it was so old, and it was so sturdy. I always love passing the typical road.
Breathed the air, absorbed the scent, tasted it tastes, and memorized the scene. Those were what I did, and it gave me enough pleasure, and then another memory was added. Saved.