East of Hokkaido (II)
"The Kushiro line"
Just by chance I hopped into a "tourist" train, the Norokko, which was scheduled only once a day. It worked as an ordinary local train, the same route, but it had an old-fashioned speedwagon and inside it was decorated with fishing nets, and there were wooden seats and tables and a coal stove instead of heater.
"The sea of Okhotsk"
A gentle voice came from the speakers telling us what we were looking through the windows: the sea of Okhotsk. A beach covered with snow and chunks of ice floating near the coast, it was like the Arctic Sea for me.
The ticket, a memory from the Norokko train. And it didn't cost me a yen extra!
Another station from a Northern Japanese fairy-tale.
I don't remember exactly where I got off the train, it was somewhere around Shari. The neighborhood was desert, and a strong sense of melancholy filled the (cold) air.
I walked away from the station until there was nothing but the highway and the endless white fields on both sides. Then I returned and took the next train ahead.