My mind was starting to wander to if I was living my life right, if I had enough money to travel around and other general travel anxieties I can best relate to the movie Motorcycle Diaries.
One man stared at me, booze engulfing his breath, grabbed my paper and said “English English” and started running away.
It also turns out, not a lot of people ask for payphone cards so I struggled with trying to explain what I was looking for to the cashier.
I decided in a tiny fishing town in an even tinier library in Southeast Alaska: “That's IT! I'm going to go to Tokyo!”
So I bought a round trip ticket for a month in August.