The ironman of travel Yoshimasa Ikeuchi

Road mural

Road mural

Japanese cemetery

Common graveyard

Extended stay at Hotel Eurasia

Pallet using a candy container

Parent-child painting class in the museum

In front of the museum

Sakhalin Museum of Art using Hokkaido Takushoku Bank Toyohara Branch

A little early Christmas tree

People waiting for the bus in the wonderful blue sky

Convenience store in front of the station

There are few cars on Sunday.

If you look into the museum, you will find a painting class for parents and children.
A landscape not seen in Japan.

I was surprised to see North Korean works of art
on display in a room on the second floor.

There is even a Buddhist altar in the relics of the Japanese era.

I learned that there was a Japanese grave
in a communal graveyard on the outskirts of the town,
so I rushed to visit the grave.

Thanks to Mr.Kokubo, who is fluent in Russian,
I was able to send the hotel rescheduling,
but I do not know the result.

I also asked a friend of mine who lived in Sapporo
to change domestic flights from Sapporo.

All I have to do is sleep and wait.

Thank you for your friends.
Thanks to the delay of one day,
I was blessed with good weather with a blue sky the next day.

After that, I just pray for tomorrow's flight as scheduled.
I don't feel like unpacking my luggage.

In the Internet age, it has become easier
to book hotels around the world,
but Sakhalin is still developing.

Internet is not available except in some hotels.

The only way is to go to the post office
and ask the staff for an email.

I will call Japan to change the schedule from tomorrow,
but the phone will not connect easily.

This is the first time that the schedule has been changed
for both round trips during the five-year Island tour.

Private trips in Russia still don't go as expected.

It took several hours to arrange all the rescheduling from the next day.

The telephone bell rings, which gives me an ominous premonition
when I am ready to go home and relax.

"The plane is canceled" is contacted.

Local Japanese lament that delays and cancellations
are noticeable as soon as they change
from propeller planes to Boeing 737s.

I felt refreshed as if I was visiting my father's grave,
and enjoyed my last lunch at a Japanese restaurant.

The stalls of piroshki and steamed bread were delicious,
but Japanese food is the most delicious.

Happening