SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 24th, 2006
MASHIKE to URAUSU
83km 4h:44m
Im pretty sure most Japanese folk don't sleep in. Thats not a generalization, its a fact from what Ive seen. At 430am there were cars rolling around nearby and old men swinging their park golf drivers nearby. I headed out early too, killing down a 711 breakfast and coffee and heading inland on route 94. It climbed steadily through farmland until reaching the summit, Goryo Toge, and from there it was a plush downhill (hit 55KM/H) with no tunnels, perfect! These last 2 days Ive decided to ride further inland so as to avoid the tunnels that punished me my first two days of this ride. Fool me once....
I hit route 275 and barrelled on to Urausu town. I couldnt get my second wind today and felt low on energy throughout. The last few days have all been long, 94k, 86, 102, and todays 82. Thats 364k in only 4 days, time for testo patches. I got to Urausu amongst a festival like atmosphere. It wasnt a homecoming or welcoming parade for me, it was a Soba Noodle Festival. I tried to turn in toward the campground, happy to have made it and pretty tired out. A security / parking guard stopped me and said I couldnt enter until after 3pm because of the festival. Pardon? Its noon! I pleaded my case, but it was a no go. I had to vent alone for awhile to cool down, then decided to walk my bike down instead and told him I was just going to see the festival thats all. I brushed right by it, around the lake, and into the campground where many people were camping!! Parking my bike, I strolled into the registration office and signed up no problem! I realized there is another entry road to the campground, not just the festival side one, and the dipshit guard couldve very easily said, 'go up 150 metres and take that left, no problem', instead he was a robotic moron and couldnt function outside his parameters.
The Mefs came out to visit and we stuffed a few age-imos and beers down. The onsen was crowded and uncomfortable so I washed, quick soaked, and took off to eat my last box of KD on my last night here. As I was pouring my KD noodles into the boiling water, half of them suddenly spilled into the grass! With 007 like quickness I had the stove off, moved, and was cleaning noodles off in less than 10 seconds. Im not losing my last meal now, no way.
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