The routes on Hokkaido, Honshu, Shikoku, and Kyushu

•May 20, 2013 • Leave a Comment

This post has links that show the overall routes for the 4 islands I’ll be cycling through; also, at the bottom, is a detailed itinerary.

I start on the far north of Hokkaido near Capa Soya on August 16, my 60th birthday.  I’ll spend 8 days cycling there.

  • Here is the overall route map for Hokkaido.

I next enter Honshu, which is the biggest island.  It’ll take me 19 cycling days to get from the very north of Honshu at the port city of Aomori, to the ferry east of Hamamatsu in the Kansai Region.

Shikoku will be the smallest island I cross, but it may be the most remote.  I’ll have 5 cycling days.

  • Here is the overall route through Shikoku

Kyushu is the final island in my journey.  7 days of cycling that take me to Cape Sata, the furthest point south.

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Below is the detailed itinerary:

Japan Tour.xlsx

Cycling and Couchsurfing the Length of Japan

•April 16, 2013 • 3 Comments

I will be cycling and couchsurfing the length of Japan, from Wakkani, Hokkaido (Cape Soya) to Minamiosumi, Kyushu (Cape Sata), from 16 August to 4 October 2013.  It’s my intent to couchsurf as much as possible during my 50-day journey, I will be using this experience to create a photo book story of the people and places I meet and see. I will be posting plenty of photos during the journey.

I’m looking for suggestions for couches, and would be interested to have any fellow cyclists join me on portions of the route.  I only need a couch or room, a shower, a place to park my bike, and a friendly couchsurfing host.

Some stats:

Total number of cycling days: 39
Total number of rest days: 9
Expected days couchsurfing: 20
Expected days in Inns: 28

Total Miles cycling: 1911
Total Feet of climbing: 128,671
Average Miles per day: 49
Average climbing per day: 3299

Longest Day in Miles: 79
Most day’s climbing in ft. 7763
Biggest climb: Mt. Fuji (22 miles, 7763′)

Of course, this is all based on my route planning, which is subject to the realities of actually cycling it.

Here are the routes in Hokkaido that begins on my 60th birthday, August 16th, 2013. [you can adjust the map size to fit your screen]

Ride 1: 16 August, Wakkanai to Hamatonbetsu [56 miles, 1539']

Ride 2: 17 August, Hamatonbetsu to Nayoro [67 miles, 3078']

Ride 3: 18 August, Nayoro to Asahikawa [48 miles, 1695']

Ride 4: 19 August, Asahikawa to Furanosho [36 miles, 1200']

Ride 5: 21 August, Furanosho to Sapporo [70 miles, 3000']

Ride 6: 22 August, Sapporo to Toyako Hot Springs [65 miles, 4700']

Ride 7: 23 August, Toyako Hot Springs to Yakumo [49 miles, 2500']

Ride 8: 24 August, Yakumo to Hakodateko Ferry to Aomori, Honshu [48 miles, 2200']

White Sands New Mexico

•October 7, 2011 • Leave a Comment
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White Sands New Mexico, a set on Flickr.

An amazing, though difficult place to shoot.

19 June: Last Day in India

•June 19, 2011 • 1 Comment

It’s my last day in India.   I fly home tonight after two nights in Delhi.  The day was spent just wandering around until my early evening taxi ride to the airport.

The approaching monsoon season deposited a downpour this morning, which gives the 100-degree temperatures a visibly dense, humid layer. The temperature today soars on the jam-packed streets as a result of the surface heat reflection, the mass of bodies squeezing past one another, and the compounding heat that comes from the steady stream of taxi’s, motorcycles, and Tuk-Tuks.

It’s particularly acute when walking past the street vendors cooking various sweet and savory items in large vats of boiling oil, accompanied by the smoke and incense that thickens the air under their low hanging tarps.  There were times when I found it hard to breath, and had to step into an air-conditioned shop for a reprieve.  I’ve been to the same coffee shop twice now.  They make a decent Cappuccino in a cool and quiet environment that is in stark contrast to what’s just beyond the front window.

 

Stating the obvious, I’d say.

This area, Karol Bagh, is street upon street of shop after shop selling everything imaginable.   Clothing, the vast majority of which is exceedingly cheap, electronics, home goods… it’s all here.   The selection appears to be as endless as the shopping district itself.

I was somewhat interested in a pair of loosely fitting cotton pants.  I found a pair that I might want, but they were made in China.  Cotton sold in India that’s made in China?  The sales person said the tag was wrong, that they are really made in India.  Oh?  I didn’t even try to pursue the logic of that argument.

When you see the standard of living in India, and think that they find it cheaper to import cotton from China, then it tells you a bit about what the standard of living must be amongst the Chinese factory workers.  The pants were 100 rupees, which is about $1.25, but I couldn’t bring myself to buy them.  $1.25 for a pair of pants?  How is that possible?  How many pennies do the person making them, and selling them, earn on that pair of trousers?  With numbers that small, “making it up on volume” becomes an impossibility.

People selling stuff here will tell you absolutely anything and everything if it means making a sale.  It becomes difficult, tiring, and creates negative thinking to be constantly attuned to the stream of fabrications that get thrown your way.   Staying positive has been a challenge, and something I’ve had to consciously work towards.

Once you move past the seller-buyer role, you discover a genuinely nice, gentle, and friendly people.  The difficulty as a traveling tourist, who doesn’t speak Hindi, because very few people speak more than a limited amount of English, is finding the opportunity to move those roles aside.   One has to be very diligent to take advantage of those occasions whenever they might present themselves.

In Delhi – nearing the end of the journey

•June 18, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I spent my last full day wandering around some of the Delhi sights.  Delhi isn’t really as intimidating as it’s made out to be. Basically, it’s not terribly different than the other places I’ve been, only there is more of it.  Plus of course, you have a range at the high-end that you don’t get in other places, and you have a larger bottom end; though, I’m not sure it’s necessarily any lower, just wider.

It’s rained a bit over the last few days, so that appears to have cleansed the air somewhat.  When I first came through here almost 6 weeks ago my throat was burning within 30 minutes.  Either the rain has helped, or I’ve developed a protective coating on my throat (now there’s a thought!).

I couldn’t tell if it was a bicycle rickshaw graveyard or parking lot.

I continue to get people telling me to “be careful”, but I’ve yet to fully undertand what I’m supposed to be carful of.  So far, even today, even is some of the tightest, most crowed, zero-touristy, local markets and streets, I’ve yet to feel at any risk.  Either I’m ignored, smiled at, viewed as a curiosity, a sales target, or I’m occasionally warned to be “careful”.    In either case, I feel very safe here.

The largest Mosque in India

And outside the Mosque on all the streets radiating from it was the largest flea-market selling the most cheap trinkets I’ve ever seen in one place. This is just one of at least a half-dozen streets that looked all the same.

Then I visited the nut and spice market.  Shop after shop selling a wonderful array of goods.  I bought some spices, which I’m assuming I won’t have problems bringing back into the US.

The spice market road was jammed packed with people hauling goods.  These guys look like they are working really hard pulling all this stuff.

Now check this crew out.  As I was standing in the street taking photos of the people hauling goods, theses guys were yelling at me to “take our photo”, so I obliged.  They decided to show how macho they are.     Definitely the “tough” crowd.

This poor guy was cycling along and his turban or head scarf or what ever it was came undone and the wind wrapped it around his head so he couldn’t see a thing.  That didn’t stop him however.

Interestingly though, there was not one woman working in this entire district.

Driving, traffic and getting around Rajasthan

•June 16, 2011 • 1 Comment

Below describes how one can get around Rajasthan, with a particular emphasis on the last option, Driving.  This assumes of course you’re doing a do-it-alone sort of trip vs. a package tour in a nice comfy bus with a bunch of like minded travelers.   Your options:

Planes.  Not real practical as they don’t go to most places.  One or two flights might work, but ultimately, you’ll need to rely on one of the other options.

Busses.  Exceedingly cheap, crowded, and hot.  Add to that the excruciatingly long journey times, and this would only be the choice of last resort, or if you are on a painfully small budget, or you are really looking for the” True Indian Experience”.   You could also try drinking some local water and spending a few days on the toilet and call that a “true Indian experience”; however, I wouldn’t recommend it.

Trains.   Still pretty damn cheap, but the trains are crowded and overbooked weeks in advance (they do hold back some tourist tickets, but you are taking a gamble on the type of seat you might get), they are very slow-going resulting in long journey times, and are notoriously late besides.  Plus, there are some places that trains simply don’t run, so you’ll still need to supplement that choice with a bus or taxi.

Taxi’s.  See hiring a car and driver.

Driving: Hiring a car and driver.  This appears to be the common choice, as evidenced by the fact that most hotels have “driver sleeping rooms”.   This is a relatively expensive choice, though; relative to trains it might cost you an additional $20/day premium.  The good side is you have flexibility, your schedule is reasonably predictable, there’s air-conditioning, and you can use the driver at your destinations to take you places, so in theory there are zero additional transportation costs (see last paragraph where theory meets reality).

However, there is one downside to this choice, and you might think what I’m about to explain about “being on the roads in India” is a tad over-stated, but after spending 8 days driving around Rajasthan, I am NOT exaggerating.

In the annoying but not inherently deadly category are the horns.  Or should I more accurately say, the FUCKING HORNS.  Drivers of all vehicles beep their horns incessantly.  So, just how incessantly you ask?  Well, at every turn, at every vehicle passing (more on this), at every cow, when driving past a person on the side of the road (we’re in India, so as you might imagine, there are lots and lots of people on the sides of the roads), and when coming close to other vehicles (see previous comment on passing by people).

In the cities, some motorcycle drivers have decided to forego the whole beeping process, or at least the part between beeps where there is a nanosecond of silence, and simply just lay on the horn continuously.  This adds a new level of background sound to the otherwise oscillatory din.

During one bout of particularly harrowing driving I asked my driver to take it a bit easy and try and drive more safely.  His response?  Instead of actually changing any of his driving habits, he just honked the horn more.    Once on a very quiet stretch of hilly road that was amazingly devoid of cars and people, I was sitting in the back seat just wondering how long my driver would go without beeping because there was nothing to beep at.  He actually beeped the horn at a BIRD!!! I think he was having an episode of horn beeping withdrawal and had to beep at something, anything.

Passing is a continuous part of the traffic flow on Indian roads.  The highways are jam packed with trucks hauling heavy goods.  These trucks go somewhat slow, and they actually have large lettering on the back that says, “please honk”, like anyone would need a reminder.   So, trucks are passing trucks, and cars are passing cars and trucks.  The result of which is that on a two lane road – and here is where you might think I’m really overstating things a bit – you have a full-on near death experience about 10 to 20 times per hour.

How near-death are we talking about here?  Well, pretty damn near. Two trucks would regularly be coming at us taking both lanes so that my driver had to, and only at the last minute mind you, drive off the side of the road to keep us from becoming a hood ornament on the oncoming truck.  This was particularly troublesome when two trucks were coming at us at the same time my driver was also passing a vehicle.  So, you have four vehicles all barreling down the highway at each other, everyone waiting to see who blinks first… or who has a screaming American in the backseat.   This situation was the most bothersome when all this was about to occur when there were concrete barriers on the side of the road, thereby limiting our options to drive into the bushes for safety.

Now you might think that a four-lane road would solve these problems.  But you would be dead (sorry, bad choice of word) wrong in that assumption.  Even on four-lane roads that have a solid divider between them there are STILL vehicles coming at you on your side of the highway. And every road is in some state of repair, disrepair, or construction, which means that a four-lane road isn’t for very long anyway.  In short, it’s an absolute free for all.

Oh yes, one more minor item that is probably fairly obvious at this point, stop signs and stop lights are mere decorations, speed limits are obeyed by using a factor of 2, “no-passing” (excuse my while I chuckle) signs are dutifully ignored, and the number of policemen on the roads are in inverse proportion to the number of cars.

My last day of driving is supposed to be tomorrow.  It’s an 8-9 hour journey back to New Delhi, which my driver will have a joy of doing solo.  I’m flying.

Jodhpur, India: The Blue City

•June 16, 2011 • Leave a Comment

These carts selling dried cakes (they look like toasted bread) are everywhere; however, if you ate one, you would also be eating the exhaust from the cars, trucks, taxi’s and motorcycles over who knows how long that have inches by.  I never actually saw anyone buying any, though it appars this youngster is eating one.

A camel pulling a cart of scaffolding.

Drying textiles along side the road.

Jodhpur is called the “blue city” ’cause many of the houses in the old part are painted, yup, blue.

Me and the local music man.

My hotel in Jodhpur.  This is a central area which is open to the sky.  Must be fantastic during a rainstorm.  The restaurant is behind me, and the door to my room is off to the right, just past the arches.

This is in the fort.  It’s the handprints from the 31 wives of one King about 400 years ago. He was a busy boy.  Not sure what happened to the wives, however.   The audio guide left out that little factoid.

A nice pot in the fort.  It stands about 5 feet tall.

 
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