Japan · Kagoshima, Kyushu

Leaving Kagoshima The port of Kagoshima under the sunset is a breathtaking masterpiece sculpted by both nature and human culture. As dusk deepens, the clouds on the horizon are dyed in a gradient of gold-red and violet, like an ink-washed ukiyo-e painting reflected on the shimmering ripples of Kinko Bay. In the distance, Sakurajima stands quietly, its volcanic crater wreathed in light smoke gilded by the soft orange glow of the setting sun—a burning yet gentle giant, harmonizing strangely with the swaying palm trees along the harbor. The pier stretches into the sea like a golden ribbon, guiding the gaze toward the horizon. Returning ferries slice through the calm waters, trailing delicate silver waves, while occasional dolphins leaping from the surface add a touch of lively vitality to the scene. Palm trees sway gently in the breeze, their broad leaves rustling as if whispering the ancient legends of the Satsuma Peninsula. On the docks, small groups of tourists pause to take photos or lean against the railings, gazing into the distance. Their silhouettes blend seamlessly with the volcano, sea, and sky behind them. The air carries a faint saltiness, mingling with the sweet aroma of "volcanic ash ice cream" drifting from nearby cafés—a scent unique to Kagoshima. At this moment, Kagoshima Port embodies both the grandeur of a volcano and the tenderness of a harbor, bathed in the dreamy filter of the setting sun. It evokes the haiku of poet Matsuo Bashō—where the quietude conceals the mighty force of nature, yet instills a profound sense of peace. How beautiful Kagoshima Port is under the sunset... but my week-long journey on the island has come to an end. Goodbye, Kagoshima~