I went on a short bike ride this morning. The first in a few days. The pressure of last week
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.
I previously wrote about the camera gear I use when bike packing here but since the outdoor activities I do
It’s hard work, but if you hike to the right place at the right time and throw in some good
I’ve been cycling ever since I was a kid. When I moved to Japan permanently way back in 2001 I