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| Stately Kelty Manor, sleeping peacefully beneath the pines, bathed in the soft glowing light of a love hotel (conveniently located next to the playground). |
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| Jake's tent did not fare quite so well during the night. Perhaps it heard errant sounds of love from the hotel and tried to run away from itself in embarrassment. |
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| Harry and Jenn, coasting down one of Tokushima's decidedly non-scenic roads. |
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| The same, minutes later. |
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| The last of the plum blossoms (that is, unless global warming can be stopped). |
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| At last, we reach the northern coast of Shikoku, after climbing literally ones of mountains. |
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| Jake and Harry contemplate their surroundings, and also how much their junk hurts. |
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| Shikoku is sprinkled with such quaint little towns, some so primitive that they have only a single 7-11. |
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| Did ancient aliens commission a local artist to construct these works of modern art? Ancient alien theorists think...yes. |
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| At the end of the day, all we really have the energy for is photobombing. |
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