Nagasaki is only one of the cities I visited, which kept in my soul the mixed impressions. Its atmosphere had some unpredictability. It may be that a typical Japanese courtesy wasn’t there. For example, my room at a hotel wasn’t prepared on time and the vending machine had no coffee. I’ve never come across this phenomenon before in Japan.
However the city felt very picturesque. It was lying cozy between mountains and sea. Everyone could enjoy Nagasaki Gulf beauty from Inasa-yama Lookout, particularly at night. Therefore the people got off the rope-way to enjoy the sunset and the nightfall.
I decided to see it, too… On the bus stop near Nagasaki Station I answered the people many times, if went towards coming buses till needed place. No clear answer. It seemed strange, too. Nagasaki is port city indeed which was opened for foreigners in period isolation of Japan in fact.
Suddenly, when the next bus was coming to the bus stop I heard a calm voice from somewhere: “It was your bus”. Whether the Heaven helped me? I changed face and saw elderly Japanese who set down on top at some distance…
At that moment I believed that Nagasaki was really Japanese city, and it gave me a hope to feel its hospitality during next visit.
