What shall we do with a drunken sailor...

Billions of blue blistering barnacles! Someone's going to feel crappy tomorrow. Now and again my train terminates at Akabane station so I have to wait for one that continues on down the line to trusty Ukima Funado. While I wait, I like to capture the mood with a few snaps of the local town folk.




















Now don't go getting all angry at the station master for his apparent disregard for the alcohol saturated squater. I stand witness to the station master's attempts to revive the drunken bastard, only to be rewarding with cusses, insults and a even dash of man-handling, allbeit from an indolent, seated position. Well I say the pox on him. I hope he misses his last train...




















Oh yeah! Better bed down for the night old son!