Here's a story that got left on the cutting room floor, you know, word counts. I was on my way back from Mt. Hakkoda to my room for the night in Hirosaki. Buses and trains were all running late. I was waiting for my last train when I heard an overhead announcement that contained only one word that I understood, 'Hirosaki', then everyone around me slumped. I stood up, went up to a middle-aged gentleman and said, 'Is everything OK?' He laughed in my face. Google translate app to the rescue! A young woman, maybe high school age, also had a translating app on her phone and we pieced together that we were going to the same place. She got me to the right train, then to the right bus. In between we made broken small talk via phone translation. In all the jumping from train to bus and lugging my gear around, I didn't catch her name. She was wearing a camouflage parka with a fur-lined hood and the word 'AMAZING' printed all over it, so she will live on in my mind as 'Amazing Girl.' Wherever you are, Amazing Girl, thanks for getting me home that night.