This week started off exciting. A Typhoon was scheduled to make landfall on Monday. Everyone panicked, trains stopped running, work was canceled, and I brought all my outdoor stuff inside. I was excited. My first typhoon in Japan.
Honestly I didn’t even know what a typhoon was so I had to look it up on Wikipedia. It’s a synonym for Hurricane. Hurricane is a Caribbean name for a cyclone while typhoon is the North Eastern Pacific name.
So I battened down the hatches and prepared for our first typhoon. Best of all it coincided with my wives birthday so getting to stay home from work was a good bonus. We eagerly waited for the storm. Anxious that it would blow away our windows or knock out power.
Finally around 3 pm the storm, called Mindulle, made landfall in the Tokyo area. A little bit of rain, a little bit of wind, and done. We were fortunate to have it downgrade and be nowhere as bad as the meteorologists predicted.
Massive storms are terrifying and destructive, I am glad we didn’t experience anything like past Hurricanes. Yet, a part of me was disappointed. I wanted wind, water, lightning, and thunder. Something to spark the imagination. Instead we got a bit of a drizzle.
The next day the weather went back to normal, exceptionally hot and humid. We celebrated our end of week with a night time Fun 5k run. Glow sticks, weird stuff, people with wigs, and that color powder that burns my face when it mixes with sweat. The wife and I had a great time. I always forget how much I enjoy running. Starting next week I’m going to dig up my GPS tracker and start running again.
But the highlight of the week is tomorrow. We will be climbing Mt. Fuji. We packed our daypacks, prepped the camelbacks, and readied the chafe cream. Fuji will be climbed!