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So, I rush over to help. Iizakamachi’s got these narrow streets, and I’m dodging tourists left and right. I swear, if I had a yen for every time I almost bumped into someone, I’d be rich! Finally, I find them near the Iizaka Onsen. They’re just standing there, looking confused. I can’t help but laugh. “You guys really thought you could get lost in a town this small?”