Sometimes, even the smoothest trips end with small surprises.
My flight from Hong Kong was delayed by just an hour — enough to miss the last train home from Haneda.
The hotels were full, the bike rentals were gone,
and just when I thought I was stuck, I discovered a late-night bus to Ikebukuro.
It was unexpectedly convenient — and a reminder that travel is never just about distance.
Riding through the cold night air, I realized how easily routine slips away,
and how these small detours — a missed train, a cold wind —
become the quiet stories we remember most.