Photo above. Plum blossom in early bloom. Kameyama, on the Old Tōkaidō.
Another Tōkaidō walk.
This time from Kameyama (亀山) to Seki (関). Quiet roads, a leisurely distance, and a remarkably well-preserved village to finish the day. Finishing in Seki felt as though time stopped hundreds of years ago, offering a real glimpse of what Japan used to be like. It is the best preserved village I’ve yet to visit in Japan.
I’m not fooling myself though, this was a great section but I had originally planned to carry on where I left off at Atsuta Shrine a few weeks ago but one look at the route going straight through Nagoya put me off.
National Route 1 all the way through Nagoya?
Nope. Not me.
But I digress. This walking — this primitive, one foot in front of the other over and over — is forcing me to reassess future objectives and question my past. Why oh why didn’t I start this sooner? Why was I so stubbornly focused on life on two wheels? Why only mountains?
But it’s okay. Now I know.
Now I know that if you go a little deeper, take a closer look at the map, there’s even more out there to be uncovered.
I could do this forever.