Sadly my time in Japan has come to an end. A brief stay filled with beautiful rides to spectacular places.
One final ride: Shikoku. An island of steep mountains, thick forests and clear rivers. Also, the Henro- a 1200 km pilgrimage to visit 88 temples. Walking, prayer and incense.
First, the Shimanami Kaido. Six islands, seven bridges to cross the Seto Inland Sea. A world-class bicycle path and tales of old-world pirates.
On Shikoku, alone in the mountains, swerving to avoid 30cm iridescent blue earthworms. Hydrangeas exploding on the slopes and by the sea.
In a remote blacksmith's forge, I learned about traditional Japanese steel (tamahagane), sword making and polishing, and made a kiritsuke knife. All on a day when all the rain in Japan dropped on our tin roof.
In the following days the rivers were full but clear, and my days were spent climbing and swimming in some of the clearest water I've seen. The mountains were cool but the air was thick; not all the water was in the rivers.
Japan is well-known for its tunnels and one 5.5 km tunnel running at a 5% slope had me whizzing under Mt. Kanpuzan at 60km/h without a single car in sight.
The mountains gave way to coastline and a few hours later I was back on the Shimanami in sweltering heat as I made my way slowly towards the cool, high-speed Shinkansen that would bring me home to my bags packed and ready for my trip home to BC.
Japan is a dream. Get there!