After said goodbye to Jiro, I took a 40-minutes bus from上本分, the bus full of high school students, different from the beginning when the bus was only an old woman, it looks more vibrant now. To the time has been two o’clock in the afternoon, Fukushima is a quiet town, the station almost no one, only one Cleaner in the cleaning, he sees me throw ice cream cover, with exaggerated action and says that now eats this very cold! No way, I want to eat ice cream as more as possible before returning to China.
Looking at the tour maps which I took from an office next to station, casually selected a street to go past, the streets are desolate and quiet,the shops are closed, all the scenery seem to stay in the decades ago, All around the white walls of the Kura, Edo, Meiji, Taisho, the early Showa era of the traditional wall of the warehouse structure, a combination of workplace and home of the building, but also a mixture of workplace and home There are a lot of people and artisans on behalf of this. Into a store which the name very attractive to me – Sagara Ya(相良矢工房), clearly it’s a long history of heritage career, the front desk with the turned-on computer, big and small size of bows and arrows hanging on the wall, the sun shine through the glass at the plant beside the door, a frame is written with the origin history of the bow and arch in the display cabinets, here’s no one and unusual silence let me want to go out , but this mysterious atmosphere caught me, and I want to find out what’s behind the entrance with hanging curtain. I go to the door and find it is a workplace, there are two middle-aged men making arrows, I stare for a while, one rises his head and greeted me with a nod, I asked him what material of these? Is feather real? Is there anyone else in archery? Who are the people buying bows and arrows? Are you the boss here? Yes, he is. The boss answered everything and no more conversation, another employee only looked up once, perhaps the language barrier, perhaps they are used to the intrusion of tourists, I seem to disturb people, and this quiet atmosphere makes the arrow like a sacred work.
Went to the opposite house called the “interchange house”, some people looking at the exhibition with the narrator, a group of people surrounded at the heater in the hall, drinking tea, chatting… they are all silver hair, I carefully read a few paintings, “Now you only one person, come to have a cup of tea.” I was summoned by the granny to the hall, of course, I’d like to chat with the local people and drink tea, she served me a cup of hot tea and accompanied by a few packs of small snacks, another grandpa is also amiable to introduce me to the attractions here, the tourist center which Jiro told me still a distance, I praise grandpa talking slowly and well in English, he mentioned to 20 years ago to retire the teacher, had traveled to Copenhagen to visit the married daughter, learnt a little English while traveled in Europe. Has been three o’clock in the afternoon, had to ask them to recommend me must-go tea house. when I leave, granny gives all the small snacks to me, with a grandpa painted map mark, for me here is the best of the visitor center.