Today was to be another Zero Day but I clocked up some miles with a few tasks so it’s just another Town Day, but less frantic than most. My first target was the Bamboo Creative Art Museum which turned out be closed. There were no signs stating why but Chris reckons it’s what they do on Mondays. So I wandered back into the city taking a quick look at the port for tomorrow’s ferry to Misaki (lit: Cape) on Shikoku, from where I’ll have a few days of walking before reaching the famous pilgrim trail.
For lunch Chris and I met at an onsen in the south west hills that cooks your lunch while you bathe. I got there first and sat on the floor at one of the traditionally low tables. I was minding my own business, writing emails I believe, when another dinner got up and on his way to the hot pool path (they are outside up a little track) he leaned down to me and said “let’s go”. I said I was waiting for a friend and he seemed to understand and went on ahead. My take on it is that he thought I was confused about the protocol of wash-first eat-later. It wasn’t as hot or as clean as the one in the hills yesterday so I’m glad we got food as part of the deal. The water was a milky blue and the view stretched across the city as far as the haze would let it which wasn’t very far.
On the way home I tried my best to help a family who had dropped keys into the drain. Despite squeezing my arm in as far as I could (and getting a big graze for my efforts) I could only nudge them around, so a coat hanger was fetched and the keys reclaimed.
I think I’ve made good use of this town and found a few of the kilos I’d lost since the Cape just two weeks ago. It feels like longer and that makes me worry that the rest will seem longer too. I estimate just over two weeks on Shikoku, two months on Honshu and one on Hokkaido. Throw in a Zero or two just in case and I’ve 4 months left on my feet. That’s like being at the Saufley’s house in southern California and looking to Canada.
Word of the day: aka = red
Distance today: 13 km