Wow. What an amazing ride. It was a very cold , bleak morning in Fukuoka, and it wasnt for 65km that I broke out of the burbs. I decided to completely wing it as far as the route, so I was choosing quiet back roads at random from the mapple to avoid the busy highways, that are often without a safe hard shoulder. The particular route I chose was very nice, and took me on a steep climb through some beautiful coniferous forests, and later that night I camped next to a river in some tiny village. For a few hours I sought refuge in a yakitori place, and warmed up with some tea and watched a few bouts of sumo. I made use of their facilties (heated toilet seats and all) before retiring to the tent, where it rained all night, and all the next morning.
Wow. What an amazing ride. It was a very cold , bleak morning in Fukuoka, and it wasnt for 65km that I broke out of the burbs. I decided to completely wing it as far as the route, so I was choosing quiet back roads at random from the mapple to avoid the busy highways, that are often without a safe hard shoulder. The particular route I chose was very nice, and took me on a steep climb through some beautiful coniferous forests, and later that night I camped next to a river in some tiny village. For a few hours I sought refuge in a yakitori place, and warmed up with some tea and watched a few bouts of sumo. I made use of their facilties (heated toilet seats and all) before retiring to the tent, where it rained all night, and all the next morning. 
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