An old basketball hoop is at the end of one of the alleys.
The day we go to Suhara's small harbour, it is empty.
In the afternoon, before dinner time, we walk to the harbour.
It is late afternoon. We see a family leaving a house.
The ground floor windows of the houses in this part of the village are protected by bamboo curtains
The alleys next to the hostel are narrow. Some houses are so close that the roof almost touches each other.
We want to go to the seaside for a few days. So I look at the region's map of the Youth Hostels, and I find a hostel a couple of hours by train away in the post city of Yuasa.