Izzy Bird, one last attraction
Izzy Bird, interlude 1

Izzy Bird, sailing away

And, so, the last entry from Unbeaten Tracks in Japan* by Isabella Bird.
“S.S. Volga, Christmas Eve, 1878. — The snowy dome of Fujisan reddinging in the sunrise rose above the violet woodlands of Mississippi Bay as we steamed out of Yokohama Harbour on the 19th, and three days later I saw the last of Japan — a rugged coast, lashed by a wintery sea.”**
* I’m going to take Friday off from her adventuring and start a fresh journey on Monday.
** I am exactly the sort of book geek who finds herself reminded of the last line of Infinite Jest:  “And when he came back to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.”


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