Hakata Machiya Furusato-Kan in Fukuoka

I woke up with the “rhythm of the falling rain.” And I dunno what to do for the day. The rain didn’t like it’s gonna stop soon.

Should I go out and embrace the rain like the way I did when I was a kid—splashing naked under the rain or should I just discover the malls and go window-shopping?

How can I explore Fukuoka in this weather? Should I just stay in my hostel room and stare at my roommate—a Brit lad wearing a black butt-fitting boxers? LOL…

When the rain stopped two hours later, I hurried myself to get out of the hostel before it would start raining again. I flagged down a taxi and showed the driver the address where I wanted to go. Luckily, the Japanese driver speaks a bit of English and he was very happy to practice his English conversation with me on out way to Hakata Machiya Furusato-kan.

Yes, you read it right. It’s a long name. Even the local driver admitted it’s a mouthful of name. I have trouble memorizing it. Oh dear, old age is catching up with me already. LOL…

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When the driver dropped me off at the corner, he volunteered to come with me so he could show me the place. I politely declined because I don’t want him to lose his income. It was actually very easy to find Hakata Machiya Furusato-kan. 

I was not impressed. 

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There were only two houses and well, inside are some not-so interesting stuff without English descriptions, except at the front door. I didn’t stay there longer. It’s not my thing. 😀

I went to the next house but it was turned into a souvenir shop with a bit of expensive handicraft. I kept walking and stumbled on a temple. I sat there on a bench for a while. I couldn’t escape the temple because the rain was again pouring hard.


Fukuoka has a huge underground shopping street. Perfect for a rainy day! This underground street is not your kind of street where you can haggle prices and find a lot of saleslady barking their stuff. I always associate underground shops as cheap, crowded and so much haggling going on. But, here in Fukuoka, it’s a different world.

I spent 20,000 yen for personal shopping and souvenirs here. It’s a good feeling to join the throng of people walking down the street with shopping bags. I felt very rich. 😀

It was a really boring day. I went back to the hostel and tried to take a nap but I couldn’t. My new roommate who just arrived snored loud. I went online, instead.


I posted a message in Fukuoka CS group for anyone available to meet up for dinner or coffee or whatevah. 
No one responded on the thread but one sent me a private message with his number. So, I called him and by the sound of him, I can tell that he’s down-to-earth cool and cute. 🙂

His name is Joe. He’s married to a lovely, photogenic local. We met at this resto-bar weirdly named as Baku. I forgot to ask if there’s a meaning behind the name. Perhaps, I was just too mesmerized by the bar’s English-ique feel and ambience. I brought with me my two hostel roommates who were waiting on hostel lobby for an invite from someone to go out.

Joe told me that his fabulous Japanese friend will be coming, too. He said that Ken, his friend, can show me the queer side of the city. After some pleasantries, our conversations were on different speed and topics: homosexuality, politics, China, Japan, sex, alcohol, food, etc…

At almost midnight, when everyone was tipsy, we walked around Daimyo, a bar district in Fukuoka. We lost ourselves three times to find the bar we wanna go until we gave up. We settled in a British pub where I had an electric lemonade. I forgot what tasted like. No memory, really. LOL… The next thing I remember was, I took off my shoes at the staircase of the hostel.

Whatever happened in that bar, I don’t remember. I’m not really sure if I behaved very well that night in Fukuoka. 🙂




A wanderer. A frustrated photographer. Hiker. Lover. Half extrovert, half introvert. Solo traveler.

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