Hiking the Nakasendo Way

The day begins with bleeding feet and quite a lot of sweary words. We don’t have enough cash for our train ticket and Matt has raced off in pursuit of some (from an ATM - he wasn’t chasing after people and demanding their wallets or anything). Despite the fact there’s a machine just across the … Continue reading Hiking the Nakasendo Way


Strolling through snowdrifts

Dawn is breaking over a mountain range in central Japan. The peaks are enveloped in pink tinged mist like candy floss. Snuggled at the foot of the mountains, a town stirs, stretching out its arms – lights wink on, tiny vehicles snake over tiny bridges leaving tyre marks across piles of pink petals. Up a … Continue reading Strolling through snowdrifts