In complete contrast to yesterday, it’s days like today that remind me exactly why I decided to do this walk. The weather was perfect, the track was reasonably easy compared to the last few days, and I got to pass through some absolutely beautiful places.
It turned out that the spot I picked in the dark last night was not half bad to wake up to:
|There will be no using trekking poles today|
I then ate some pastries I had bought the day before, packed up all my stuff (which I must say has not gotten any faster than the first time I did it) and got on the road by 7:30am or so.
It was an absolutely stunning day. The track had taken me into the outskirts of Nagoya, so I was regularly moving between developed and natural areas. I took it easy compared to the days before, which gave me a chance to appreciate where I was more. The weather and the landscape combined in such a way that gave me a bounce in my step the whole day:
|One of the rice growing villages I passed through|
|My first glimpse of Nagoya. The trail is going to take me right around it over the next week or so|
|Plenty of vegetables too|
|The Yahagi River|
|Park golf: it is like putt putt golf but with a bigger ball and a croquet stick|
|Sums up about how I felt for most of the day|
I absolutely love how accommodating the Japanese can be, often going above and beyond to make you feel comfortable; around lunch time I bought some food at a local shop run out of a house, some sashimi for protein and some rice and fruit, and the lady who was behind the counter went into the own kitchen and brought me out a dish of soy sauce, wasabi, and a chair I could sit on to eat. She then ran across the road to a vending machine to buy me a cold tea with her own money. How nice of her! I have had dozens of experiences like this, where people go out of their way to make sure you are happy and comfortable.
The only thing I could complain about today is my feet. They were hurting a fair bit and not looking too healthy:
|It feels like my blisters have blisters|
I've thought about it and there is really no way to avoid sore feet walking as much as I do. All I can do is keep and eye on them and make sure they don't get infected or injured.
I’ve now set myself up in a wooden hut that is half way up Mt Sanage, officially a rest stop for hikers, but I doubt anyone will be walking up here in the dark, so for a night it will do as my personal camp ground:
|Right next to the trail|
|With just enough space to fit my tent|