In the morning, we made our way up to Aomori, a place I've always wanted to see, one of those no-nothing towns I've always imagined as a cool destination with its own unique vibe.
The Blue Forest is known for cold winters, apples, and being the northern most point of Honshuu. After spending a day there, unfortunately I can't think of much else to recommend it. Even the delicious milk curry ramen I had (the only place with any signs of life downtown) is made by a family with roots in Sapporo.
The two apples I ate were powdery,but the apple cider was strong and rich in flavor.
There's not much reason to stay in Aomori except to say that you dodged a bullet by putting it as your third preference in your JET application and not your second.
We missed the much ballyhooed Nebuta Festival by a day.
The next day we got the hell out of dodge and left for Akita, land of the Akita Bijin (beautiful women).
Coming from Aomori, Akita City was a metropolis full of dreams and adventure and beautiful people. That's one of the things that has been sorely lacking since going north of Sendai: young people, specifically the ones in their mid-20s to 30s who could leave the area but choose to make a home of it in Tohoku.
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