November 25, the fourth and the last day of the trip.
The return flight from Nanki-Shirahama Airport was delayed by 20 minutes due to a bird hitting an engine.
However, it was a comfortable flight and arrived at Haneda Airport at 1:30 pm.
Our four-day trip ended with a grateful appreciation for the hospitality of my brother and his wife Nobu-yan.

The following are some in my memory not written down yet on this trip.

Two Encounters

A man of "Bunsakkya" family

November 24, the third day. Finally, we have to leave Miwasaki, going back home.
We left my brother's house and wandered to the bus stop bound for Shingu. I had mistaken it near the unmanned Miwasaki Station. No bus stop around.
I asked an elderly man nearby, who politely said, "It used to be here a long time ago."

I thanked him, saying "My name is Shigeru Koshiba. I came here to Miwasaki to visit my ancestral tomb and see my brother's couple.,"
This man immediately beamed with delight and said,
"Really, you are Shigeru-san. I am Masafumi of Bunsakkya family."
According to him, two of our brothers are remote relatives. I also gradually talk in the local dialect. The new topics about my brother, my parents,......, and others that I don't know pop up one after another from his mouth.
For 10 and more minutes, we were engrossed in conversation to forget the time.

Speaking of which, another relative's family name was "Hidoimya", and my house was "Matsudaya". There were also such names like "Kadaimya", "Shintaya", etc. In the old days, of father's time, it seems the last name was popular to be called by such a family name.

Leo-san, a chef

One happening on November 25, the last day of the trip.
Breakfast at 7:00 a.m. among Japanese, Western, and Chinese buffets.
Looking around at the table with the dishes in my hand, I noticed a cook making an omelette. Apparently, he is not a Japanese. I talked to him.
"Good morning. How are you?"
He immediately shouted
"Fine, thanks. How are you?"
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from Czech."
Maybe a good time to rest a little, he hung out and talked with me for a while.

What I know about the Czech Republic are only the capital Prague, Moldau River and Smetana, the composer. Thinking of a certain wonderful country town I stopped at while touring the area, I can't remember the name, when he guessed.
"Isn't it Chesky Krumlov?"
That's right. That town was Chesky Krumlov. Then close conversation.
"Why do you live here in Japan?"
"My wife is a Japanese. I like Japan."
I left the place not to disturb him too much.
After eating, I looked around and saw him in a small break in the other kitchen. He responded to the shoot with a smile. Again, he was friendly with me and my clumsy English, boasting of his homeland of the Czech Republic and emphasizing that he liked Japan even more.

According to the front desk, his name was Leo. I was blessed with a nice bonus for the trip.

Senjojiki
a huge layer of bedrocks on the seashore

We stayed in "Hotel Senjo" on the last night, next to the scenic spot Senjojiki in Nanki Shirahama.
It blessed us to stroll around Senjojiki before boarding the bus to the airport. The following are extra photos there.

Senjojiki, other photos

Hunting cap, still there!

On this trip, until I checked in at Nanki Shirahama Airport on the last day, I was not wearing a hat or a cap in any photo. It is rare for me to have my head fully exposed. When I got off here on the first day, I may have left the favorite hunting cap behind on the plane.
I checked at the JAL counter in the arrival lobby, but it was not found. The plane had already turned around and left for Haneda.
Although I gave up, I left the airport, asking, "If you may find it, please let me receive it at the flight on the 25th."

As I was about to finish checking in my luggage, the staff talked to me, "This is yours, isn't it?"
Really, my hunting cap! A Borsalino bought in Milan, Italy 10 and a couple of years ago. Involuntary, I was overjoyed.

Shingu Dialect

On the first day, at the hotel Harvest Nanki Tanabe, I noticed a certain frame on the wall near the elevater hall. I took a shot as follows. It is about the local dialect around there.
"Hishiru" and "Fuuwarui" are understandable to me, but a little different from our Shingu or Miwasaki dialect.

The talk with my brother was almost all in Miwasaki dialect without being conscious of it.
Returning home, I opened the book "The lecture of Shingu Dialect" written by Mr. Jo, my former friend. Let me quote a little. Sorry all in Japanese.

Koyazaka Slope of Kumano Ancient Road at the Miwasaki Entrance

A lane toward the observatory

The panorama view of the sea around Miwasaki from the observatory

I am going to translate this travelogue into English some day as the story 155, and add it also to the "Nanki-Kumano" and "English Edition" squares.