Kagoshima
Kagoshima has a huge volcano next to the city.
The volcano, called Sakurajima, is in no way dormant and frequently can be seen to billow smoke and occasionally spews chunks / clouds of ash upon the city. Faith, stupidity, lack of foresight - all these points factor into the reasoning for building a city right next to a freaking volcano that WILL one day erupt all hell out of the surrounding area and blow it to smithereens. Note here I have chosen not to mention the other inherent danger of a world-hating maniac building his headquarters inside the volcano in the vein of “You Only Live Twice”, for fear that I will be forced to use the phrase “fortress of evil” which I seem to have been using a lot recently in a kind of Freudian stylee.
Anyway, Kagoshima city is surprisingly just as close (well, far) as Kumamoto city is to me, except in the opposite direction. This, whilst coming as a pleasant shock - since I will probably want to re-visit the place - is also a poignant and depressing reminder that I live in the EXACT middle of the middle of nowhere.
Apart from the overall loom of death by lava torrent that silently plagues everyone’s thoughts down here, the city is a jolly place, as built-up as Kumamoto city, with pretty much the same amenities. I had a good laugh with some Kagoshima JETs (one of whom had a party, which was my reason for going in the first place) although this has to be said right now - Ricky and Doug, you two are poo-seepingly hilarious but you have far too many in-jokes, which obviously means you are gaybo.
In other news - Happy Mothers Day mum. Try to remember during this time that, as sons go, I’m not a totally crap one.
