(An excerpt from my
personal journal June, 9, 2014…)
As I travel on the bus from NRT –> YCAT I realize one thing: I am happy. Curvaceous smile, and if you would had seen me at that particular moment, it was one to signify that I knew all was right as I made it back here in the land of the rising sun. I feel great, I feel eerily at home. Some home, some place I loved prior and truly connected with. The roads seemed familiar, the surrounding foliage and landscape as well without acknowledgement of any strange out-of-position feelings towards a right sided steering wheel. Actually, I feel quite comfortable with it.
I chose the driver’s side window without an invasive curtain for my view. My flight ticket stub jammed between a squeaky window and its rubber flossing insulator or sealer. Tokyo bound, Yokohama City Air Terminal is the next destination as the sun peeks through a cloud where they form low to the horizon. Beams and blue skies seeping through. 5:35am locally.
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Tokyo bay is loaded with many species of fish, crustaceans,
and various marine life. I am grateful to the many fish that decided to
entertain me and jump on the hook. A
mere eagerness to fish new water with an old friend rewarded me with more than
just the targeted Suzuki, Lateolabrax
japonicus (鱸)or just Seabass as most locals call it.
It had been many years since the last time I set foot on the islands of
Japan. Honshu and it’s 34 prefectures
and 227,962.59 square kilometers boasts 5450 kilometers of coastline with its
highest peak elevation of 3776 meters or 12,388 feet atop what we know as Mount
Fuji.
With all the possible bodies of water to fish
out of from the Shimokita Peninsula in Oma, Aomori in the northernmost point,
to the southern extreme of Kushimoto, Wakayama I was focused in on Kanagawa and
the ports of Isogo, Yokohama. Although my visit was short and I had a
wedding to attend, fishing was on my mind.
As we blast off out of the canal, the sights
and sounds of Tokyo bay ignited a fresh indulgence of what the busy port has
transformed the sea culture to become.
Concrete towers stacked into the sky fuming the exhaust of whatever was
being made in their factories that led way to the open waters strategically
populated with ocean liners, tugboats, commercial trawlers, and recreational
fishing boats all traversing shipping lanes that spun out to further ports of
call. It’s a harmonic energy that
transforms into one of the busiest destinations of trade in the world.
