Broseph and I are making our way, slowly but surely, across the land of the rising sun. A mere 3 full days across Osaka, Nara & Kyoto seems like a week already. The reason?
I’ve been let down in the past by weary travellers reluctant &/or too lazy to do more than is expected of a tourist. They see past all benefit of taking the slow path, a walk perhaps, over taking a cab. They have no problem seeing a city as it speeds by from a car or train window, oblivious to their presence like it’s always done, I suppose. Ironically, their destination? A place the locals never visit anyway.
But I’ve found a like minded individual. I underestimated, or perhaps forgot, my brother’s walking prowess, afterall, he too is the son of my father. Even at 2 degrees in the snow we’d ditch the train for a stroll down a lane we’d never been & almost certainly never visit again, or maybe we’d hit up a bicycle, it could have two gears or one, dodge the local deer and make our way up a mountain, just to ride down again.
We could sit outside a temple we stumbled upon late one night and enjoy a beer and a cigarette while discussing religion and politics.
All the these adventures combined to create a trip as long as it seems because that was just yesterday.