Haiku for Weary Husband
I tried to write haiku every day while in Japan, but the only good ones came when considering my husband's utter collapse climbing the stiff little hills, no mere speed bumps, that constitute the majority of Japan.
Bathing in Tokyo: Edoyu
We'd have never known about the Edoyu Spa except for the slim Wallpaper* Tokyo Guide. It's an amazing introduction to the culture of Japanese bathing and so it's without reservation, though not without a hip-mod grimace, that I recommend these travel guides.
A Day of Manga and Earthquakes
It was very odd to spend my day flipping between this graphic post-apocolyptic destruction filled with brave and heroic teenage protagonists and the tragic and startling images of the Sendai earthquake.
Training and Unknowing for Japan
...it seems almost pointless to research about it. I figure that if my brain is going to explode in the complete otherness of it, I might as well embrace that and spend what time is left trying to keep my heart from exploding on the bicycle.
A Bicycle Whore Page-Turner
A hustler, a transvestite, sunken galleons, accidents, murder, and yes, even a fridge earned by whoring off foreigners, this book has it all. And it all starts with a bicycle, those shorts, and one trick pedal.
The Pleasures of Pulp
Quick reads are a terrible thing on bike tour, as you spend more time looking for replacement books and reading in camp, than you do biking. Better Henry James on your bike! This summer, however, bent as it is with work and little biking, has been fine for pulp fiction's swell diversion.
This blog started, as many do, to keep the friends up to date while I was traveling. In my case, a long bike ride across Europe and move from Seattle to Boston in 2004.
