The post in which I am going to write about weird things I encounter on my way to and from work and elsewhere.

This is going to be a post in which I shall recount on all the weird things I come across wherever I may be finding the existence of my physical and metaphysical being.

*I shall begin with the most recent occurence. It was like this. I was cycling home, it was at the point of the day when it was almost dark, but not quite dark enough yet. The stage after dusk. Not that it mattered in this story at all. I was cycling and so was a young man I could see diagonally in front of me, cycling. Suddenly this young man as he was cycling along he starting hopping on his bike. It looked somewhat like when one stands up on his pedals when you need more dynamic power and weight going up a hill, but there was no hill where we were cycling with this young man both the same direction, and he was not standing himself up on his pedals. He was simply cycling forwards as one is inclined to and hopping on his seat, like a little child would on a grandparent's lap. I do not know why he was doing so.

*Another one would be from about three weeks ago. I was cycling from work again along this big road called Number 41 with big wide zebra crossings scattered here and there as they are supposed to be. At one of these zebra crossings, as I was approaching it and the light was red, a woman was standing with a big brown envelope held to hide her face, or so it seemed, from the cars waiting at the traffic lights (here I am finding a rather inconsistent point in my story since we, pedestrians, were waiting at the traffic lights but according to what I can remember the cars were also waiting at the traffic lights-though it easily might have been the situation where only cars turning a certain direction, right or left, might have had green). Anyway, I tried all sorts of inconspicuous twists and turns in order to be able to see this woman's face but all in vain. The envelope was there and the woman was obviously trying very hard at remaining if not inconspicuous herself at least unobserved or more like what one would call incognito. A thought provoking incident. Who was she hiding from. It seemed obvious it was the people to her right side, whether it was drivers, cyclists or pedestrians, or whether she was hiding at all, shall remain a mystery forever.

*This incident I think I have actually written about before. It was about the time when I moved to Nagoya and I thought it was the most bizarre thing in the world, that view was, but again I was only a simple country girl then. It was this man who I saw walking down the pavement, direction to the subway station, just like me. An old man, over sixty I would say, dressed up head to toes in a cyclist's outfit; an aerodynamic helmet on his head, a pair of reflective cycling shades covering the other third of his face, the last third of his face being covered by a curly bushy graying beard. His top and bottoms were a tight aerodynamic cycling suit, on his feet he had a pair of proper cycling shoes, looked like in their soles they would also have the clip that clips the shoe to the bike's pedal, and in his right hand he was carrying an umbrella.
He got his ticket at the station and got onto the same train as I did.
As I said, bizarre, strange but not unexplainable really.
He must be a local for I did see him once again in late autumn, still dressed up as a cyclist, but in winter style.