Denna fredag åkte vi med språkskolan på en utflykt till Hakone. Kikade på Fuju, åkte linbana, vandrade bland vulkanångor, svarta ägg, stora träd och tempel.
Skalvet missade vi helt då vi satt på bussen på väg hem då. Blev en gnutta orolig då meddelanden ploppade in från folk som var oroliga och undrade hur det gick. Förbannade mig för att jag tidigare på dagen ställt en flaska vin i bokhyllan, längst ut på kanten. Kutade hem för att kolla så inget blivit förstört. Väl hemma upptäcker vi att det enda som hänt är att en av mina inramade fjärilar tippat i bokhyllan. Ingen fara med oss alltså!
Translation.
This Friday, we went with the language school on a trip to Hakone. Looked at Fuju, took a ride with the cable car, walked among volcanic vapors, black eggs, large trees and temples.
The quake we missed completely as we sat on the bus on the way home then. Became a little bit worried when messages popped in from people who were worried and wondered how it went. Damn myself for earlier in the day put a bottle of wine in the shelf, on the edge. Ran home to check that nothing has been destroyed. Back home, we discover that the only thing that happened is that one of my framed butterflies tipped in the bookshelf. No worries for us!
This Friday, we went with the language school on a trip to Hakone. Looked at Fuju, took a ride with the cable car, walked among volcanic vapors, black eggs, large trees and temples.
The quake we missed completely as we sat on the bus on the way home then. Became a little bit worried when messages popped in from people who were worried and wondered how it went. Damn myself for earlier in the day put a bottle of wine in the shelf, on the edge. Ran home to check that nothing has been destroyed. Back home, we discover that the only thing that happened is that one of my framed butterflies tipped in the bookshelf. No worries for us!