Getting out of bed on my final morning in Itoshima proved to be a difficult battle, both because of the previous day’s long cycling trip and because that night I stayed up late drinking sake with a guy from Singapore. When I finally dragged myself out of bed I worked through my morning routine and loaded up my backpack. There was still a bit of time before I needed to head to the train station so I paid one last visit to the beach. It was a bittersweet moment, being back at that special spot but knowing that it might be a very long time before I’d ever be able to return. I miss that beach, and Itoshima in general. After about 15 minutes my time was up and I went back to the house for my backpack. Other parts of Japan lay ahead of me, and there would be many great experiences for me in the coming weeks, but I was sad to leave Itoshima behind. One day I’ll see it again.