left osaka on sunday and spent the day on trains and ferries, which eventually got us to naoshima. missed the bus to our tent, so spent our first hour on the island in an elaborately modge-podged bathhouse. for dinner we stumbled into what looked like a local family’s kitchen and were offered seats at a table with the owner’s grandson. as we attempted conversation, he fed us beer and sake. we hung out until our bus came and delivered us to our tent.