Journey in Japan Part 16: Grandiose Encounters of the Third Class

I went a few days without any Internet connection so couldn’t post anything. Here are the last three days in summary: Friday – Fukuoka Today I met a German guy called Klaus. It is his very...

Journey in Japan Part 15: Towering Above the Rest

The day starts with a ¥1,000 haircut. This is actually quite cheap for a haircut. I am a little worried about asking for it in Japanese, but the barber understands what I want, and actually does...

Journey in Japan Part 14: Ainoshima Cat Island

With muscles loose thanks to a wonderful massage, I decide to really test my body. My destination today is Ainoshima Cat Island, via Shima Ferry Port. “You’re cycling to Shima?” A confused staff member...

Journey in Japan Part 13: Canal City, a wedding, a Japanese massage

Today is Marine Day, but nobody let me know. The purpose of this public holiday is to thank the ocean for all the fish. Stock markets are closed, so are some shops. The weather is...

Journey in Japan Part 12: Udon in (three-hundred and) Sixty Seconds

With the sun directly above me, there is nowhere to hide from the heat. I knew it was going to be hot; the seat on my bright yellow bicycle was already on fire when...

Journey in Japan Part 11: Bike to the Fuchsia

A cloudy day, but hot, with a cool breeze. The perfect day to cycle. Today I have a lot of motivation. My first stop is a small park on the way to yesterday’s failed...

Journey in Japan Part 10: Rice and Shime

I wake up at 11 am. Today I head to a place called Dazaifu. It is about fifteen kilometres away. I cycle in a straight line in its general direction. At one speed it should take...

Journey in Japan Part 9: Sentient pigs, neon electric girl

Today is different. For some reason I don’t feel like myself, I cannot explain how I feel. I just don’t feel right. I decide to sell my second camera, a Nikon. Never used. My...

Journey in Japan Part 8: Mushroom with a View

I wake up at 10 am full of energy. I hire the hostel bicycle for two hours. Two hundred yen but I don’t mind. The bicycle is bright yellow but I don’t mind. Fukuoka is massive, it...

Journey in Japan Part 7: Florets Get Ready to Grumble

As my bus crawls into Fukuoka, I wonder what is going on. Traffic is at a standstill everywhere. Traffic lights linger on red a lot longer than usual. We pull into my penultimate stop. It is...