Before I left for Japan, I had figured I would have time to write, in and amongst the crazy hectic schedule I created for myself and the drinking and general shenanigans that went along with returning to see friends throughout Fukushima. I did fall a bit behind but had written a few blogs and took copious notes throughout my trip about how I was feeling and what I was thinking about. My initial blog about Tokyo was written in a travel blog style, with descriptive paragraphs, metaphors and the like, in order to entice and excite you and I assume after all is said and done it still will be along those lines. But there was one thing I hadn’t counted on during this short jaunt through the land of the rising sun. And that one thing was Soma.
So, on my last night in Japan, sitting in my hotel in Tokyo, I’m going to give the reason for my lack of posting up until now, other than an excuse for not blogging blog (see, Return to Tohoku #3). And this very well may turn into another excuse for not blogging blog, but hey, you’ve read this far and look how much more there is to go!
This past Sunday, I went with a bunch of foreigners to go and volunteer with Hearts for Haragama, a group I’ve blogged about before. After spending the day with children from different kindergartens in the Soma area, they took me out to the coast. The JETs that have been out to Soma a few times decided to take me out to Tsukasa’s (the owner of the Haragama kindergarten) house.
As we began to near the wreckage I had my camera going and got Jay to shoot a video with my Xacti. At first, it was just as I had seen in the news. Pictures of buses in the water and some buildings. But as we got closer and closer to the Pacific Ocean, the utter destruction began to take over. At first I was amazed at how different everything was, giant concrete tetrapods that had lined the coastline were now gone, washed away by the sheer power of the tsunami. Cars, still lay smashed at the side of the road, in parking lots and beside the shells of buildings that the tsunami left behind. We couldn’t even return to the beach that I had gone to almost every weekend of every summer for four years because the bridge that would take us up and over the cove that I had always used was no longer safe to drive on. Continue reading




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