We wound along the coast and arrived.
When you think of the ocean, you think of beach shacks,
but there aren’t any ★ nothing like that.
The first parking fee I saw was “300 yen.”
Partway through, an old woman flashed a sign saying “500 yen” for a moment and then hid it.
Further back is a dead end with Arasaki Park parking at “1000 yen.”
Hmm? Anyway, I made a U-turn and headed back to the old woman’s spot.
She was soliciting customers by pretending to sell vegetables right next to the park.
And she actually does sell vegetables too ★ “Nice hustle!”
Business is booming—people from that era were “tough, huh?”
The ocean is beautiful.
