More grey skies this morning, but the rain held off. With fresh supplies from the nearest Seicomart convenience store (of which Wakkanai probably has 200), Tania and I started the 30km walk north east along the coast to Cape Soya. The wind was against us the whole way, with shelter provided in the half-dozen small townlets hanging on to the shore. This is a tough place to live. Wakkanai’s average temperature is just 7 degrees. Today pushed the mercury up to 9 so it may have been considered warm by some. Not by me though. The wind kept howling, the noses kept running but, as I yelled into one particularly tough gust
“You can’t stop me!”
And so it was that after 95 days and 6 hours I reached Japan’s most northerly point. The monument itself was nice, busy with windswept tourists, all Japanese. East of there, and out of sight from our long approach was a cluster of commercial buildings, gift shops, petrol stations, ramen shops and more. Tacky is the best word for it, but it was no different to anywhere else that people come to view something deemed important.
So now I’m done. Tomorrow I can dress in denim and cotton, buy heavy food, drink alcohol if I choose and generally return to modern life. It’s not going to be as dramatic as leaving the PCT that’s for sure. I’ve been near society here almost all the way. With Tania at my side we’re off for some sightseeing and birthday relaxing. The daily updates will stop but I’ll post when I can with new stories and photos. The difference being I am no longer just one man, and I am no longer walking.
Word of the day: WWWHHHHHOOOOOOHHHOOOOOOOO!
Distance today: 31.5 km