Date

2022-10-31, Monday

Distance

90.10 km (1202.29 km in total)

Both of us woke up early before 5 am from our sleep near a golf court. We picked this location hidden by the bushes for camping for its secrecy and its closeness to a convenience store where we could use the washroom in the early morning.

We are now very used to eating in front of a convenience store: in fact, many locals do the same but in their vehicles at the 3 meal times. I like to observe people and guess what their profession is. At breakfast time I have noticed it's mostly men who have to get up early to work, and the line up outside of the men's washroom — if there's any — is longer than the women's (usually it's the opposite, because women need to spend more time in the washroom). Most of them seem to be working in the primary sector, judging from their attire.

Gender ratio at the lunch and dinner times is more balanced; many of them wear office suits. I am not sure why those people regularly eat at a convenience store; maybe after a long day at work, they no longer have any motivation / energy to spend on cooking for themselves. (In my case though, laziness is the main factor.)

Today, I finally saw a semi-truck with 4 seats — the only one I have seen so far. I have been looking for this kind of vehicle because I was considering getting a lift due to my knee injury. Surprisingly, it was a lady who came out of the semi-truck, wearing waterproof high boots. I was wondering if her works require dealing with water a lot such as in the fishing industry.

Today, away from the Nemuro curse, we bike fairly well in the warmth of sunlight, with an average speed ranging from 18 to 20 km/h. Just outside of our starting point in Attoko, we met a Japanese couple (IG: @futari_aruki) from Kansai area who were volunteering their time and energy in walking around Japan (!!) with a two-wheeled cart and picking up garbage left on the ground which will be brought to where it should have been sent to — the garbage processing centre of each administrative unit. After walking through much of the Honshu, they are now circling Hokkaido.

The man who pulled a gigantic mobile cart was wearing impressively little clothes, because the cart that carries all their travelling essentials and collected garbage weighted so much that pulling it was tantamount to running a marathon or something. Usually they walk 15-20 km a day then sleep in their tent in a park; they do go to hotels in urban areas every now and then. The amount of garbage they collect is massive, which overturns my impression of Japan being a clean country.

According to them, the one thing that we need to be careful of while bicycle-touring in Japan is the car. They think Hokkaido's average driving speed is fast, and many drivers are wont to do dangerous bypassing and/or use their smartphones at the same time. Sometimes cars pass them very closely. This assessment from two native Japanese people really makes me rethink whether my rosy impression of Hokkaido's drivers' good behaviour is tenable.

From Attoko to Kushiro, we passed through the coastal town of Akkeshi, famed for its oysters — and naturally, we couldn’t miss the chance to stop for an oyster rice bowl and ramen. Following National Route 44 alongside the Hanasaki Line, the scenery was a stunning blend of mountains, wetlands, and ocean. Although roadside stations were sparse on this stretch, the convenience stores in each small town were a lifesaver, especially when it came to washroom breaks.

Kushiro does have some terrible hills, but they tend to concentrate in one area instead of being scattered all over the place. Once we pushed through the hilly part, the ride became smooth. Our hotel is located right next to the commercial district, home to a wealth of restaurants, izakayas, karaoke bars, etc. Despite it being a Monday night, the town felt especially lively — rows of taxis and drivers lined the shopping street, waiting for customers. I took my bike to tour around the area and found that this city offered interesting lighting and dynamics to be photographed.

Today we attracted the attention of several people who came to speak and encourage us. They even took pictures of us! (When touring in Canada, a lot of people asked to take pictures of me, but in Japan it seems a rather rare request from total strangers.)

The full take — 24 more photographs from this day

Date

2022-10-30, Sunday

Distance

60.24 km (1112.19 km in total)

Being the easternmost point of Japan, Cape Nosappu is the place currently held by the Japanese government that is the closest to the sunrise. Many people therefore came to this humble place at dawn. The actual monument commemorating the easternmostness of this location is a very simple and unflattering wooden column, which, compared with the gigantic monument for the irredentist movement, can be easily left unnoticed if we didn't pay attention.

There was only one restaurant at Cape Nosappu open, ready to serve us breakfast on early Sunday morning. Its menu includes the prized Hanasaki crabs that are special to this area, the price of which is very affordable as per its dimension. Before we left Cape Nosappu, a man of 75-years-old travelling from Nagoya came to speak to us and gave us some snacks. He manifested great curiosity (which is unusual for Japanese people) in what we were doing. Despite the language barrier, I felt his good heart most ardently.

We headed back to Nemuro via the south shore with the aid of partial tail wind. Our assessment of Nemuro is negative. We are guessing that being so close to the ocean makes the weather rather changing: it rains a lot when the forecast announces sunny. Uncontrollable things aside, Nemuro presents no point of interest to us: no restaurant was open on Sunday where we had surveyed, no store that carries what we were looking for, etc. There is nothing except wandering cats meowing for food to see — if you like these creatures. Overall, we were just happy to finally get out of Nemuro.

For tonight, my friend originally planned to pitch our tent in a campground in Hamanaka, which was still 30 km from where we were at 4 pm when the sun started setting. As soon as I convinced my friend to call it the night in Attoko, not far from a convenience store, it started raining.

Date

2022-10-29, Saturday

Distance

40.58 km (1051.95 km in total)

After having fully rested despite sleeping just right off the road, we felt replenished to head towards the easternmost point of Japan — Cape Nosappu — passing by Nemuro. Either we didn't have very good luck with this part of the country or Mother Nature which I found unreservedly capricious was simply behaving as usual, the weather became horrible after we reached the Nemuro peninsula. We arrived at Nosappu all drenched and cold, because the wind messed up in all directions and the rain was pouring. Not only so, the level of fitness required in order to bike around the easternmost city was incredibly high. I thought Abashiri was hilly, Nemuro was no less — if not more — so: a hill after a hill after a hill … and they were all fairly steep!

Landscape-wise, the easternmost region of Japan feels even more desolate than the northernmost region; it is mainly populated by fishing communities. As we approached our destination, the number of signs and slogans for reclaiming the 4 disputed Kuril Islands / Northern territories which had been annexed by the Soviet Union since the end of WWII (interestingly, there are signs printed in Russian in the city of Nemuro). Relatively speaking to Cape Soya, there were much less things to see here and almost nothing was open today (Saturday). The park around the monument includes a wide expanse of meadow but there was nothing that could act as a shelter against the wind and the rain. I do not recommend coming here unless you are after the mention of the 'easternmost'.

We ate and waited in the public washroom for the staff to leave so that we could pitch our tent in the area. Actually, one staff member came to tell me that I couldn't stay / camp here tonight (I think this is what she meant, though I am not 100% sure), but car and truck drivers are freely allowed to park here and sleep in their vehicles, why can't we cyclists do the same? In the end, we ignored the staff's warning by pitching our tent next to the public toilet. Let’s hope we can see the earliest sunrise in Japan tomorrow.

Date

2022-10-28, Friday

Distance

75.85 km (1011.37 km in total)

Japan is full of surprises. At about 1 am, my friend woke me up, saying that a certain ‘small animal’ stole our breakfast kept in the vestibule. When I went out to examine the situation, a relatively fat fox stayed there, gazing at me, pretending innocence, acting cute, and rolling around like he owned the plaec. Absolutely shamless and unafraid of humans, this creature even tried to attack the remaining food while I was collecting garbages left on the ground. He only ran away when my friend also came out of the tent. The fox ate up most of our breakfast and even drank the entire cup (500 ml) of milk! The only survivor of the fox attack is the relatively heavyweight youkan (羊羹) that he was unable or had no time to carry.

We lost all of the locally made Japanese confectioneries, including an ooshima manju (大島饅頭) about which neither of us knew anything. The moral of this story is that, next time you see something which you are so madly curious to try, don’t wait, eat it right away. Or else a clever fox will come to get it.

At the sunrise I went for a photo shoot and ran into a man walking with his dog named Leo. He is quite talkative a fellow and told me a lot of things related to this place, although I could only grasp a fraction of what he said. He lives in another town and comes here every day with Leo on his way to work in the fishery industry, which roused my curiosity but sadly I was unable to keep the conversation going. Then Leo’s friend Allen, a husky, appeared with his human who also takes a walk around here everyday even when it snows. I got the permission to photograph both of them.

During today’s ride, I finally got the chance to photograph some fishing related equipments left on the shore. I wonder how these objects are being used.

We constantly saw rainbow flags that marked with ‘Marine Bank’ on the side of the road. It seems to be the symbol of a local financial institution, not something I am accustomed to in the West.

We also ran into a wandering cat begging for food, as we approached our destination today. He seemed so hungry that he ate up whatever we gave him. I wonder how such a creature that was born in this remote part of the country would survive the winter.

By the time we reached the next roadside station, it was already closed. Since there was nothing further down the road, we stayed here, close to the washroom, and found a spot next to Lake Furen to set up our tent. Personally, I really like the liberty, afforded by travelling slowly with a tent, to go everywhere and stop anytime I feel like. However, my friend is unhappy because she likes to take showers.

The full take — 33 more photographs from this day

Date

2022-10-27, Thursday

Distance

58.34 km (935.52 km in total)

Of today’s travelled distance, 26 km is uphill; the steepest part of which is of 9% of incline and the highest point sits at 490 m (which we climbed from the sea levl).

The scenery was stunning, but the climb was absolutely brutal. Even worse, the entire stretch had zero supply point. At the beginning we could still see farms and houses scattering all over the place, but once entering the hill (or Montrealers would call it a mountain) and passing beyond the last vending machine that was miraculously standing in the middle of nowhere, there was absolutely nothing beside trees, streams, and the road. Absolutely no 4G signal either for the first time since I arrived in Japan. Luckily, this seems to be an unusual route to take, hence the traffic was very light, which gave us a sense of safety and serenity.

Going downhill in the shade is more scary than climbing up for me. However, thanks to my new eyeglasses that don’t jump up and down on my face, I was finally able to see things with a constantly clear sight. Once we biked across the long stretch of slope, we began to see farm houses again. Unlike in most central part of this country we had passed through, here farms (presumably of dairy nature) are large, and houses are sparsely distributed. This part of Hokkaido, like Canada’s landscape, finally resonates with what had been described in the manga / anime Silver Spoon: you need to walk 2-3 km to meet your neighbours.

After taking a bath in the nearby onsen, we camped in a public campground next to the ocean in Shibetsu (標津). It’s quiet and relaxing except something is to happen at midnight …

Date

2022-10-26, Wednesday

Distance

48.39 km (877.18 km in total)

We tarried in Abashiri because of some last minute purchases and a bike adjustment. The bike shop we went to is operated by its sole owner, who, despite speaking barely English, is very friendly and helpful. He served us coffee, let us wait in the heated room, and charged only 500 yen for spending more than an hour in removing a dead screw on my rear rack.

Abashiri is a strange city. It feels more like a town rather than a city. I am saying this not because of its number of population, but of its dynamics. I saw barely any car or pedestrian on the street on a weekday morning. About 1/3 of stores in the main shopping district was closed at the time of our visit (1 pm). It feels empty and lifeless. There seems to be not very much going on here. Maybe that’s why most of the cars’ plates are issued by Kitami, which may be a more animated city with appropriate government agency.

National Route 244 that we took along the shore offers smooth pavement and wide shoulders, perfect for cycling. Moreover, it's absolutely scenic. The sky was so clear that the snow-covered mountain ranges in the distant background were astoundingly visible. This part of the country is dominated by flat surface that stretches far and wide, populated by pampas grass that shine in golden colour under the sunlight; biking in it feels like reaching eternity.

Japan never ceases to surprise me. Not only does it have a Montbell store located in the middle of nowhere (within the boundary of Koshimizu), it also offers me opportunity to discover things that I didn’t expect. Today’s moment of serendipity is seeing for the first time in Japan horses standing in the field next to the country road (as well as cows, but the latter was significantly more common in this part of Hokkaido). The addition of these creatures to the whole scene suddenly made me feel as if pedalling straight into a movie set, maybe Forrest Gump. At Montbell’s store I purchased a down sleeping bag in preparation of the colder weather. My old one was rated at only 10°C, which is no sufficiently warm for these night with single-digit temperature.

By the sunset, we arrived in Shari, at the entrance of which stood a 8-storey modern hotel, signalling the unexpected prosperity of this little known town. The roadside station is impressively decorated and cleaned. There we learned that as part of the economic revival project, a certain number of participating shops offered special (rubber) stamps featuring the town’s mascot Shiretoko in the shape of a polar bear. Since both of us love collecting (rubber) stamps and we were looking for a restaurant to dine, we gladly accept the challenge and tried to add as much (rubber) stamps as possible to our collections.

We were only back to the roadside station to discretely set up our tent after dinner and a bath in the nearby onsen. The onsen is more like a public bath: its old-styled building with Showa-era decoration and complete with retro Japanese pop hits appears to have certain history. The water, smelling a bit like rust, smooth to the touch but didn’t leave a sticky feeling, and its reddish-brown hue was unique. It was also hotter than any other’s. Post-bath, my friend treated herself to a bottle of cold milk in a glass bottle — and drank it in the classic, almost iconic pose of standing with a hand on hip like a proper onsen veteran. It doesn’t get more onsen than that!

The entire bathhouse offered a nice nostalgic vibe to local people's evening gathering. Communal bathing seems to be comfortably embedded in the Japanese custom; many locals come at night to take a bath with their families, friends and/or acquaintances. That the staff knows every regular customer makes us feeling like intruders to their ritual of socialisation.

The full take — 27 more photographs from this day

Date

2022-10-25, Tuesday

Distance

20.11 km biked (828.79 km in total)

Today is supposed to be our first rest day since we started biking in Japan two weeks ago. However, we not only biked still, we even climbed up some of the toughest hills we have encountered on this journey.

Abashiri is a harbour city surrounded by countless coastal hills — some of them amongst the steepest I have ever seen in my life. Even without our regular heavy load, we still have much difficulty to conquer them. This makes us rethinking about our plan to bike to Hakone near Mont Fuji where a steep uphill goes on for 8 or 9 km.

The hotel for which my friend is a member was full so we stayed at another one nearby, called Dormy Inn. We prefer the latter for its offering onsen and breakfast in the Japanese style. The breakfast included is so sumptuous that goes way above my expectation.

We were taking one rest day to upgrade our equipment in preparation for the colder weather, but first, we had to visit the Abashiri Prison Museum on which the manga / anime Golden Kamuy (2014 – 2022) was based. This outdoor museum preserves / relocates old buildings that had been used in Abashiri Prison from the 19th century to the 20th century. Barren reconstructions, some of these buildings are classified as nationally important cultural properties by the Japanese government.

Sometimes in the Japanese style, sometimes in the Western style, these buildings are linked by trails that too are decorated with sometimes Japanese, sometimes Western garden design. This interesting mixture provides a distinct aesthetic and learning experience for everyone interested in architecture and gardening.

Political prisoners were sent to Abashiri which was a small fishing village during that period of political upheavals to develop Hokkaido. Beside farming, one of the most memorable achievements they had accomplished is the development of a road that runs through central Hokkaido. Due to extreme harsh living condition, malnutrition and heavy workload, many of them died before the construction ended.

I personally enjoy my visit not only because I am interested in architecture, but also I was able to learn a great deal about Hokkaido’s history thanks to the translation that was provided for some exhibited items. 10 rubber stamps are hidden in the museum for visitors to collect, which add additional fun to the visit. In the History building, an extremely well staged projection of a short film narrating the development of the road can be viewed in 4 languages (Japanese, English, Mandarin and Korean). Overall, I think this place is worth a visit even for foreigners (although first, you have to climb the steep hill ).

After our museum visit, we went to Uniqlo that is located on the other side of the hill to buy warm cloths. I must say that the sidewalk / bike path condition in Abashiri is the worst of all Japanese cities / towns / communities I have biked through. Its surface has many cracks, bumps, and potholes; it feels like biking in Montreal (this is by no mean a praise ). The street condition looks fine, though I would say it’s not as impressive as in the other Japanese cities.

I took the opportunity to buy a new pair of prescribed eyeglasses mounted in a frame that is designed for sports with anti-slip feature, because my old one keeps jumping up and down on my face. A pair of Hoya ultra-thin clear lens (0.7 mm) with a high prescription (over -7.00) plus a frame for 19,800 yen — so inexpensive (by Canadian standard)! The eye exam alone took a solid 15 minutes, including both machine and manual checks. The optician double-checked everything with great care. Beside, if the lens is available on the spot, the wait time for the product to be ready is just 20 minutes. If the lenses aren’t in stock, it takes about five business days to prepare a new pair, or seven days for prescription sunglasses. If you can read hiragana, I recommend getting a pair of high-quality eyeglasses in Japan.

For dinner, we headed to Sushi Dining Tsuki (鮨ダイニング 月迴轉壽司), a revolving sushi place nearby. Sadly, the belt wasn’t operating due to COVID restrictions — but the sushi was still excellent. The restaurant features locally sourced seafood that was fresh, delicious, and reasonably priced. Total win, even without the spinning plates!

Today, I also visited a shrine that had barely any visitor and added a second 朱印 to the collection I started in Biei.

The full take — 210 more photographs from this day

Date

2022-10-24, Monday

Distance

93.51 km (808.68 km in total)

After I got up at night, I saw a cat that seemed to be living in the wild rummaging through our trash and drinking our milk. It's strange to me, as I had been told that cats don't have the ability to digest a certain substance in the milk, but this cat seems fine after drinking it. Quite impressive a demonstration of survival instinct.

The toilet at this campground uses an eco-friendly composting system: beneath the toilet is a sand pit, and there is a button that stirs everything into the tank below to eventually be turned into fertilizer. Very unique, but I still missed the comfort of a good warm bidet.

We started the day by switching our rear panniers because the Topeak trunk bag I gave my friend (to replace her broken backpack) doesn't fit her rack very well. This results in the bag jumping around and sometimes falling down from the rack when we bike through a bumpy surface. Being the stronger of us, she is carrying more weight now.

Today we headed to Abashiri along National Route 238 that goes around two lakes. The first is Saroma Lake, the largest lagoon in Hokkaido that is separated from the ocean by a narrow landform. Its water, being of mixed-sand, has therefore two distinct colours: the further one turquoise-ish, the closer one brownish. This feature is particularly visible from higher elevation. At the roadside station located next to this lake, I heard a song singing 'Sa-ro-ma Saroma~ Sa-ro-ma Saroma~' in a musical style that recalled the battle songs in Kamen Riders in Japanese tokusatsu (特撮, literally 'special effects') TV drama.

Only until now did I realise that the songs we have heard so far were all specially composed theme songs for the towns or roadside stations we passed through. They are surprisingly diverse: from cutesy earworms to fiery fight songs or even ones that sound like superhero anime openings. The catchiness is real: once you have heard one, it loops in your head relentlessly. (Terrifying, but in the best way.)

The second lake was Notoro Lake, which is smaller than Saroma Lake but still takes hours to go around it. From a small town called Tokoro easterward, there is a dedicated bike trail parallel to National Route 238 bridging between the town and the city of Abashiri. It was a nice scenic ride with tons of foliage and cute roadside decorations until we hit an inundated area. We had to bike in the dark on the main road again.

The weather was nicer today even though the sky remained overcast. We stayed bundled in our full rain gear just in case. We passed through many hills but natural beauty such as that which can be observed in a blooming canola field made us feel aesthetically and spiritually fulfilled. By the time we neared Abashiri, the clouds parted behind us and actual sunbeams broke through — like a blessing from the weather gods.

After checking in what would be our home for two nights, my friend brought me to experience a meal at an izakaya that offered fresh seafood, although I don't drink alcohol. It feels nice to have a warm space to wash our clothes, dry our tent and enjoy a bath in an onsen. However, obviously, we can't afford staying in a hotel every night.

Tomorrow will be our first rest day. We will upgrade our winter gears in preparation of the colder weather to come.

The full take — 26 more photographs from this day

Date

2022-10-23, Sunday

Distance

59.22 km (659.22 km in total)

At about 4 am, we were awakened by the sound of roaring guists constantly blowing our tent — guess that’s the price we had to pay for a campsite with an unbeatable ocean view. Afraid that the tent may not withstand so insane a wind gust, we got up early to pack up our stuff and have breakfast next to a building that happened to be the washroom.

Honestly, Japanese washrooms are so clean and well-equipped you almost feel like you could pitch your tent inside. There’s water, electricity, heating, and even washlet toilets — a small comfort that warms the soul on a cold morning.

Starting off gray, damp, and chilly, the weather today was not very cooperative: it rained, rained, and rained all day and night. As a consequence, the sunrise wasn't visible, and we had to bike in wet conditions for the entire stretch of the day. The temperature feels lower when humidity is high. We would feel cold if we stayed stationary for over a few minutes. It was quite a miserable day.

All facilities were closed at the campground we chose to stay tonight except the waterless Bio-Lux toilet. It's basically a hole filled with biodegradable sawdust that decomposes human waste that becomes organic fertiliser later.

We were not the only crazy people camping on a rainy night: there was another couple setting up their tent in the campground, only that they were less crazy than us, as they drove here. I didn't have the chance to speak to them nor ask them a myriad of questions. However, today, I had two very brief conversations with two adults and two young kids. The former exclaimed at seeing our cross-Japan posters, then asked where we were from. The latter, who didn't seem to be able to read kanjis, asked me what our posters meant. I tried to carry the conversation, but whenever I made it known that I came from a foreign country and was not that skilled at speaking their language, the locals would show disinterest in conversing with me by simply wishing me safe travel then waving goodbye. This reaction from the children is understandable, as they may not know where Canada is or understand why an Asian-looking lady doesn't speak Japanese very well, but the same shouldn't apply to the adults. It leaves me perplexed as to what may be wrong with my approach …

Date

2022-10-22, Saturday

Distance

55.95 km (655.95 km in total)

Last night's camping experience was formidable with a bit of surprise. Our chosen location hidden in the depth of the bushes was quite discreet, but before we slept I heard some heavy footsteps which didn't sound like humans. We were guessing it might have been a deer.

At midnight it started raining at time heavily (I know this because I as usual woke up after 4 hours of sleep), but luckily in the morning when we embarked the weather was good. Or at least, part of it was. During the whole day, we were chased by dark clouds that were moving in the same direction as us. As we took breaks from cycling, the clouds would catch us up and bring some droplets of water from the sky. Once we put our rain gears on, the rain would stop; yet once we took our rain gears off, the rain would start.

Our destination was a campground next to a lookout tower built right next to the ocean floor. As was expected, the campground was closed for the season, however, the washroom remains open (and regularly cleaned, it appears) and water was still running. We chose a crazy location to set up our tent: on the second floor of a gazebo, right facing the ocean. We are hoping to see a spectacular sunrise above the ocean.