Eboshigatake (烏帽子ケ岳) near Matsukawa in southern Nagano was my first real hike and it’s one I plan on returning to again in the near future.
The cherry blossom season is said to be a season of renewal, of starting fresh and of acknowledging our brief lives.
Every time I’ve been to Hokkaido it has been via Chitose. I don’t know anything about Chitose except that it has an airport and ninjinya (人参屋). Ninjinya – carrot shop
Japan hasn’t been forced into self-isolation yet which honestly is quite worrying. Why is the rest of the world locking its doors while Japan isn’t?
It’s been a while since I shot a roll of film on my Leica. It was browsing through the wonderful book of photographs of travels throughout Asia in the 1990s (and 1980s?) called Asia Grace by Kevin Kelly and John Sypal’s Zuisha (随写) that did it.
Stand pretty much anywhere in Nagoya with an elevated view and look northeast. You’ll see a small mountain range slowly being eaten away by a quarry.
Some days I don’t want to think at all, I just want to ride my bike through ancient Japanese villages or the English countryside, the next to be alone in India with an old film camera and a few rolls of film or waking up on a mountain with a full day of hiking and adventure ahead of me.
When you think of big Japanese cities I doubt that mountain biking comes to mind. But if you know where to look even in the major urban sprawls you’ll be able to find potential trails.