finally we reached the parking and I startet to turn but got over the edge of the street and with a loud wumms the left front weel landed in the deep hollow. Our car called Move could not move anymore. I started to become deeply desperate about the situation. Luckily (at least this time) you are never unobserved in Mitsu. Some villagers immediately came to help and brought many tools with them. And after an hour or so the car was back on the road. One guy told us that he can drive this road but we should better take the normal street. Of course we were ashamed and feared our grandmother and mothers reaction. But they were just laughing because this happens to everyone at least once driving in the Japanese countryside. Our grandmother was even happy because she knew one person who helped, immediately grabed the phone called the person and went, as there was no reason for it for a long time, for a visit.