The kilometres dragged by and I found myself on a countdown to McDonald’s. The first sign was 15 kilometres out. “McDonald’s in 15 km!” Then there was a sign every 2 km until 5 km out, and a sign every kilometre from there on in. I was so sick of it that when I finally got there, I made a rude gesture at Ronald, who had that silly smile on his face, and had lunch in a shokudo across the road.
