At the warm Hakata station the other passengers swept home with their chocolates in coloured bags or onto a last connection.
I tried to find a morning continuation but the timetables were solely for natives or advance linguists.
The man in the ticket office told me that there was a connection to Kumamoto in five minutes. I decided to push on.
I was heading into the heart of the southern island of Kyushu on the recommendation of a Greek traveller I had met in Tokyo.
He was so impressed with the fuming Mt. Aso that he vowed to return again.
As I had missed Mt. Fuji due to poor weather conditions, I felt I should at least pay my respects to Aso-san.