It was in
the Autumn, not Spring, hence there was no Sakura (cherry blossom), it wasn’t
in my expectations neither. But just with the fabulous view of the Fall, my
heart melted away without any hesitation at all.
The trees in Odaiba looked the same, but the colours differed. It was
brilliant in orange-brown while the ones I saw in Tokyo were brightly golden.
The sun shone through the tree leaves studiously, leaving exotic shadowy
figures on the ground. I didn’t see any birds or more specifically, pigeons,
which are extremely annoying. The sunlight wasn’t flaming as usual, and it was
fine and comfortable in contact to our skin.
Leaving Mr. Sunny behind, we left the hill and the swirling wind for
souvenirs at the downhill. Despite the fast-changing weather, the flowers have
blossomed in their fullest, merriest state, as if they’re giving themselves
away to the welcomed foreign visitors.
The flowers were something I’d never seen
before in my very own nation. Nameless but gorgeous, and pretty flawless in the
way their colours stir.
And lastly, one of the most spectacular view of
my trip, Mt. Fuji.
Can you believe that? Well, I couldn’t. The
journey was way too long and I wasn’t really expecting to go through it safe
& sound. And then it turned out to be Mt. Fuji right in front of my own
bare eyes. It was pretty mind blogging on the reason for its beauty which
stunned us ruthlessly. And excitingly, it was my first contact with the
precious World Heritage Sites. It was nothing such wonderful and I never regret
anything of making my steps there even though it was a pity for not being able
to visit the springs located right on the 3176 meter-high mountain.
There was no regret for me. This whole trip
was absolutely amazing. It was extraordinary meaning that I’ll never ever
forget about anything. Everything was beautiful and I really loved it. Thank
you.
By,
Euan Thum.
By,
Euan Thum.



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