We decide to take another rest day to explore Obama. Because it's raining once again.
Not fog. The city is shrouded in steam on this cold spring day.
It's like the entire place is sitting upon a lid covering a cauldron of boiling water. Steam escapes through vents and short chimney stacks set right on the sidewalk. It even seems like it billows out through open windows in the buildings around us. All of it hangs heavy in the air around us, indistinguishable from fog.
It all feels so... volatile...
All the businesses here make good use of this geothermal activity. Here we walk by restaurants using it to steam cook their food.