The days still have a frosty nip to their morning, yet today the tent poles are a little warmer to the touch, the breaths of hot steam escaping from my mouth during those early conversations are less pronounced. Today fells a little warmer.
In any event, it's hard to shower when your home is a tent. You can do the awkward shower at public restrooms, or if you're desperate take a quicky in the gasoline station (see Indo blogg for that story). However, we're in Japan. Land of convenience. Here, we onsen. Yes, public wash houses, and I have a feeling that these natural hot springs are going to be that one discernible quark that distinguishes culture in Japan apart from other countries. They give an identity through experience.
Obviously, when you have people walking around scrubbing, washing, and soaking, photos are not permitted. So let's get into some of the things I can show you.
Here is a view from our temporary home, our moving mansion.
First light in the land of the rising sun. Our bikes rested well that night.
Which way to go? My sister climbing on some park side ornamental structure.
What the hell is the matter with us? It took us four days to eat sushi in Japan? Really? Really.
Eating sushi, keeping an unnecessary eye on the bikes. People here, like Thailand, are very honest. No ones going snooping around our bikes.
Looking around town, we somehow caught the back entrance to this shrine right in the middle of the metropolis.
The Japanese know how to build their shrines.
They said the treasure is buried under a huge red gate...
Gabi breaking into a little jig inbetween red lights to keep the moral high.
We stopped at a local bike shop that reminded my sis of hers back home. I needed to cut spare wire off my brakes, and we took a short brake to watch this man load bikes into a truck. It was unclear if he intended to scrap or resell them. Doesn't matter, all we could stare at was his collection of magazine j-porn exhibited on his dash.
Oh, and we made it to the beach. Ahhh, the beach. Thankful enough, it is also where we camp tonight.
Never had a proper dinner, which to be honest is nice. Have to get tired of ordering from sitting down, ordering from a menu, yada yada yada. Tonight was all snacks; a smorgasbord of tasty trays, fruits, and yogurt to fill the stomach before a quiet stroll down the windy night beach in search of an out of the way stealth camp site. Goodnight.
Love,
-A
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