The last of the sakura, still blooming on Ommishima. |
At the very top of that mountain, children, is the very site to which we pushed our bikes, the place where we weathered a storm and a crow took my goddamn gyoza. |
We dined like kings on Ommishima, where the speciality is a kind of fish known in English as "convict grouper." Bon appetit! |
We did not take advantage of the Kaido's many offers of a cup of pee. |
Strange omens, indeed. |
The sign that graced every one of those bridges. A pun of sorts. That anguished boat became a familiar friend by the end of our trip. |
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