Not again!

It was raining when I left Fukuoka this morning. It rained all the way to Nagasaki. By the time I made it to Nagasaki it was pouring — Tokyo-in-a-typhoon raining, I mean. I gave up trying to find my streetcar in the rain and hopped in a taxi; instead of shlepping my luggage all over the place and getting soaked while I tried to find my hotel, I got to ride in air conditioned comfort and go directly to my room, where I was informed that the weather sucks because — surprise! — there’s a typhoon coming.

“There’s a typhoon coming?” I asked, incredulously.

“Yes. Scheduled to arrive tomorrow,” the girl at the desk said.

“Oh, you have to be kidding me.”

“Not good for vacation?” she asked me.

“No. Yes. Bad for vacation. This is my second typhoon,” I told her.

“You had a typhoon the last time you were in Japan?” she asked.

“No, I had a typhoon in Tokyo two weeks ago. Earthquake, two typhoons.. ugh.” I asked her for advice on “indoor” things to do in Nagasaki. She laughed at me.

That said, I don’t think I have a lot of choice here. I already lost two days of my itinerary to crappy weather in Tokyo and I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose another day and a half here in Nagasaki because of that bitch Mother Nature. (Warning: Attitude may change depending on moisture content of pants.)