One cannot board it, Kudari. I doubt it would be a pleasant ride, even if it were possible to get on. [If the rest of the City's oddities are anything to judge by.

Of course, it is the fear of losing him again after such a long absence that prompts him to think this way. (Of course, he will not resign himself! His dignity will go out in a dignified manner; now, please don't point out the paradoxical nature of that statment and the sentiment it represents.)

To be honest, Nobori had little interest in exploring this place on his own... and what little interest he had was snuffed out entirely by the more horrific curses; therefore, Nobori's usual haunts were restricted to his apartment, his workplace, shops, and... that was it, really. He holed himself up and worked, rarely venturing out to investigate a possible way out or purchase food.

(Yes, his life without Kudari mostly consists of work. This is a problem.)

He's so disinterested in places of amusement that he can only think of two names off the top of his head (he doesn't want to admit to not knowing any of these other places to Kudari!):]

... the Blue Light.

[The bar-slash-jazz-club, Nobori?

The only other place he knows about closed for repairs because it was apparently set on fire. Good job, Nobori.]