Day 12: Beppu, Oita to Ainan, Ehime
Ehime smells of fish, old ladies fart mid conversation without even blinking, and beautifully constructed organic lives fall apart in one fell swoop. Yawatahama is a port town so it […]
Ehime smells of fish, old ladies fart mid conversation without even blinking, and beautifully constructed organic lives fall apart in one fell swoop. Yawatahama is a port town so it […]