Monday, December 17, 2018

The best memory of my travel

In 1998, the outdoor music festival wasn't as major as now. I didn't know what it was and participated one in Nagano alone with casual clothes. It rained at night and I got immersed the sound outside without any outdoor equipment, then I got soaked. The next day, I stunk with a damp on the shuttle bus to the near station and a foreigner next me cursed something. I remembered it best.

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