

Osaka, Japan
I arrived in Fukushima, the next stop along from Osaka, where my hostel is based. I dragged my bag behind me and wandered up the road next to the train station, following my hand written directions, when a Japanese man of a similar age to me jumps out and asks if I am going to J-Hoppers. I was. But I didn't want to tell him that. So I asked why. He didn't understand, so said J-Hoppers again and tried to show me the way. My suspicious side immediately felt uncom...