While I was on holiday in Vietnam, I received some emails that my best friend who had been diagnosed with terminal liver cancer a little over 2 years earlier was not doing so well. After many calls back to Japan it did not seem like his condition was immediately life threatening but just to be on the safe side I rode the coastal rode instead of the mountain road (so it would be easier to get back to Japan quickly if necessary). Keeping in touch through email while travelling, it seemsed like Shinichi would be able to pull through the tough spot. When I got back to Narita (Tokyo’s airport) I called Shinichi’s fiance and sister (in town from Korea) to see what the status was and they said it was pretty serious. His sister said it would really be best if I came that night. I dumped by bicycle on a friend and went straight to Osaka on the bullet train arriving at the hospital around 19h. It was quite a site to see Shinichi in the hospital bed in pain. His sister and fiance seemed very happy that I had been able to make it that night. We left the hospital around 21h and I slept at Shinichi’s house to be woken the next morning around 6h30 saying that the situation critical. I ran as fast as I could to the hospital where Shinichi slowly passed away with his parents, sister, finance, myself and one other friend by his side. After the fact everyone was telling me that he was waiting for me to get back to see him and I can’t help but feel that there was a certain amount of truth to that.