It's dark. It's pouring rain. I'm standing on the side of a lonely mountain highway in Japan.It's an hour to town by foot and I've missed my ride. A car pulls up. The passenger rolls down her window.Between her broken English and my few words of Japanese, a lot of gestures and smiles, we make it work. Her husband gets out of the car, opens the hatch for my pack. I slide in the back seat, muddy and wet.They drive me out of the rain, call ahead to my end, and drop me off as if it were nothing. No questions, n ...