Still traumatised from my night of horrors I grudgingly hopped out of the bed. The plan for today was to avoid Tokyo by catching a Ferry across the bay underneath. My trip from Sendai down the coast pretty much followed this map –
As I’ve said before the coastal roads were congested and didn’t really have much to them, if I had my time again I would have probably headed inland a bit. Although I have to remember the reason for heading to the coast to begin with.
While riding along a nondescript road through an area with a logging industry I happened to look to my right as I crossed a bridge and discovered one of the nicest views I’ve ever seen. I promptly slung a u-turn and came back to take the picture –
I found the ferry port without issue and waved goodbye to the east of Japan, I was looking to head straight for Mt. Fuji when I got to the other side and I was itching for the mountains again. Hopefully this time being a little warmer.
Across the other side it was dark already, I headed into Kanagawa hoping to find some grass as usual. Kanagawa is still pretty much Tokyo, so not much luck there. I was desperate and started heading down residential streets, just crossing my fingers, hoping that something would pop up.
Something did! I found a vacant lot in what looked to be a quite ritzy area. I think it was at this point that I started not caring where I camped and figuring it’s not the worst for people to laugh at me in the morning. Maybe I’d be bringing a bit of joy into their mornings, or maybe they’d be irate that a lone Australian motorcycle bum has invaded their neighbourhood.