Here I am, a city girl with my big luggage at the backpackers' at the foot of Mt Asama. The night I arrived at the hostel, I meticulously wrapped myself in a cocoon blanket for the fear of waking up with flags planted on my face by insects who thought they have landed on the moon. A friend told me that you start living when you are out of your comfort zone. I couldn't agree more. I felt like I died after being traumatized by a moth that night, and got reborn again.
I may not be ready to swap my four-wheeled baggage for a backpack anytime now, but I'm learning to see that the convenience I live with are small forms of luxury. Thanks for those who sent well wishes my way, I had nothing but fun. :-) It's time to head home, but I'll continue posting pictures and stories from my trip. It has been a wild adventure! :-)