It was hard to sleep in the inn because of all the noise. Not from all the drunken revelry of the middle-aged Japanese men (which usually happens in these places) but from the wind hitting my side of the building. It rattled the windows and kept most of the people awake, but I had earplugs in. My camera is still dead, but here are some grainy iPhone pictures instead.

We went around the southern half of the island and saw lots more weird stuff. We finally ran into other traffic as we got close to the tourist spots like the gold mine and the bird refuge. We ate at a popular soba restaurant that only had seating for about 20 people and was about half-full but didn’t see hardly anyone else in the town. Like I said before, there’s a lot of historical things on Sado Island, but not that many people.

I was asleep as we got to the pagoda so I’m not sure what its significance is.

We almost got stuck on the island, like I did last time, because of high seas. We ended up not even delayed and everyone was on their way. Unfortunately, my mom got sick on the train and looked bad enough that we called an ambulance and I’ve already told that part of the story.