One Man Walking

2008-06-08 Motorbike gangs and mysterious mooing

June 8th, 2008 · 5 Comments

I’d stopped at a road station to charge my electronics and feed myself when a motorbike club rolled up. They looked as if they’d been swallowed by a label machine with Harley Davidson written on almost every piece of clothing and meaningless english on the rest of them. They staggered towards the food shop with their knees bent like they’d been riding for days and swamped the seats outside. It didn’t bother me until they started smoking and ruined my nice spot in the shade. I chose that moment to go in and buy an ice-cream and when I returned I found one helpful biker folding up my Solio (solar charger for iPods) to hang it up on a pole. I asked for it back, and put it back on the ground in the sun, which gave the others a good laugh. I sat further away at the end of a car parking spot. There must have been a dozen free ones but he next car that showed up drove straight to where I was sitting and paused, as if asking me to move to any of the other unoccupied spots. I didn’t.

ducks in a field 

I looked back at my Solio and it was gone. In its place was another biker with the red cord I attached to the Solio hanging down from some stuff in his hands. I went over and politely asked for it back. He didn’t protest and handed it right over, but he didn’t have a good excuse either. Once again I placed it in the sun but now I stayed close and didn’t take my eyes off it.

A little further up the road a local on dirt bike, with a terrible set of fake teeth stuck over his presumably even worse real ones, stopped to ask who I was and what I was up to. He invited me back for lunch but I kept going north, trudging along the roads as I do. This afternoon the landscape changed a bit. The soil in the fields turned sandy and the trees included pines. I even saw the sea, the first time I’ve seen it on this coast. Now I’m camped on a dam wall in sight of sunrise I hope, listening to the strange mooing sounds coming from the trees. Elsewhere I’d have just discounting it as cows. But I haven’t seen any for days or weeks and they don’t usually live in forests. Maybe it’s elk, or a Japanese equivalent.

camping on the dam wall 

Word of the day: ka-ni = cow

P.S. 8 weeks since Cape Sata, 6 weeks until Cape Soya

Distance today: 60 km

hiking  ·  photo

5 responses so far ↓

  • 1 n. // Jun 13, 2008 at 2:11 am

    Kani is not cow but crab.
    Cow is ushi.

  • 2 Denis // Jun 13, 2008 at 3:33 am

    So it was crabs mooing? Japan sure is different!

  • 3 Denis // Jun 13, 2008 at 9:00 am

    I have now received a picture of your motorcycle gang. You were very brave to stand up to them

    Southbound scooterer 

  • 4 Bex // Jun 13, 2008 at 9:05 pm

    Ha ha! Love the Motorcycle gang photo Denis! Seriously though Craig, watch yourself when it comes to gangs of strange men!

  • 5 craig // Jun 14, 2008 at 12:57 am

    thanks for catching that N.

    The two are next to each other in my small dictionary and I copied the wrong line.

    I may have given you the wrong impression of this ‘gang’. It was just a club with a few nosey members. Nothing to worry about

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