I woke up at 6am, because so did the sun, briefly wondering why I was in a tent instead of in bed. On a weeklong charity hitchhiking event where I planned to camp most nights, this shouldn't have been a surprise, except I was still in Taketa, a 10 minute walk from my apartment. Then I remembered my welcome enkai the night before, and how it had seemed a good idea when it ended at around 2am to start the event as I meant to go on, and camp in the small park in the centre of town. This was my 3rd year spending Golden Week hitchhiking around Kyushu, trying to reach each prefecture and undertake at least one of the cultural, sporting or digestive challenges which, as organiser of the event, I had chosen to represent the glory of Kyushu. Right now, it was a challenge just to stay conscious, and