My 3 Days, 2 Nights Solo Trip to Nagasaki || Quiet moments, long walks, and small adventures that made me smile
Day 1 — From Sendai to Nagasaki
The morning started quietly at Sendai Station (Kagoshima). I caught the Shinkansen heading for Nagasaki, transferring at Shintosu and Takeo-Onsen. The whole trip took about two and a half hours — smooth, fast, and peaceful. Watching the scenery pass by through the train window felt like the perfect way to begin a solo trip.
When I arrived at Nagasaki Station, I stopped for lunch — a simple meal of hatoshi, a local specialty made with shrimp paste between bread and deep-fried. Crispy, light, and just enough to recharge me for the afternoon.
After lunch, I decided to walk to Meganebashi, the famous Spectacles Bridge. The route looked easy on the map, but Nagasaki’s slopes reminded me otherwise! I ended up laughing to myself halfway through, realizing that next time, I’d probably take the tram.
When I finally reached Meganebashi, I spent a while just watching the river and its reflection. The old stone bridge really does look like a pair of glasses. It was peaceful there — quiet except for the sound of water and the click of cameras from other visitors.
Later in the afternoon, I took a bus to the Fuchi Shrine Ropeway. The ropeway carried me up to Mt. Inasayama, where the view opened up wide — the entire city of Nagasaki spread out beneath me, wrapped in soft daylight. I stayed there for a while, breathing in the view, before heading back down.
By evening, I took the bus back to Nagasaki Station, then a train to Sasebo, where I would stay for the night.
Day 2 — Huis Ten Bosch and Summer Fireworks
I started my morning with a quick convenience store breakfast — just bread, fruit, and a drink. I usually skip hotel breakfasts since I don’t eat much, so convenience stores are my perfect match.
The plan for today was simple: Huis Ten Bosch. I spent the entire day there, wandering through its Dutch-style streets and canals. Even though I was alone, it didn’t feel lonely at all — just peaceful, like I had all the time in the world to walk, look, and take photos.
There was also a brand-new “Miffy” area, which was absolutely adorable — full of pastel colors and cute displays that made me smile.
As the sun began to set, the park started to glow. The canals reflected the lights, music floated through the air, and people gathered for the special summer fireworks. When they began, I just stood there watching — bursts of color filling the night sky over the water. It felt like the perfect summer moment.
After the last firework faded, I suddenly realized my train was leaving soon — so I ran across the bridge to Huis Ten Bosch Station, laughing to myself the whole way. I made it with only four minutes to spare. My heart was racing, but it was a fun little adventure.
That night, I returned to Sasebo, tired but happy.
Day 3 — A Slow Morning and Heading Home
By the third morning, I could feel the tiredness catching up with me. I took it slow — no alarm, no rush, just a quiet start to the day.
I had thought about visiting the Benex Dinosaur Museum, which was hosting a Pokémon collaboration, but it was a bit too far from where I stayed. So, I decided to skip it and save it for next time.
In the afternoon, I packed up my things and headed home, taking the Shinkansen from Sasebo back to Sendai. On the train, I scrolled through the photos and short videos I’d taken during the trip. Later, I uploaded them to my YouTube channel, a small collection of memories I can revisit anytime.
It wasn’t a long journey, but it felt complete — calm, light, and full of small discoveries.
Reflections
Traveling alone reminds me how peaceful it can be to move at my own pace — to stop when I want, eat what I like, and linger in quiet places.
Nagasaki, with its gentle hills, old bridges, and European-style streets, has a quiet charm that stays with you. Even though I went alone, it never felt empty. In fact, I think I noticed more — the sound of footsteps on slopes, the reflections on the river, the excitement before the fireworks.
It was just three days, but it felt like a beautiful pause — a reminder that sometimes, small trips can fill your heart just as much as big ones.
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