In Vancouver, I bought a cane and an ankle tenser brace at Shoppers Drug Mart, got some T3`s for the pain, went to the airport and randomly ran into this idiot:

I was supposed to go to New York with Rob Sweatman on the same date of departure as my flight to Japan. I ditched our New York plans because I wanted to spend way more money to go to Asia. I forgot that fact and when we came across each other in the duty-free zone, we quickly figured it out. Our flights left at the same time.

I finally reached Osaka airport where my friend Max Mitchell met up with me. He`d been there for just under a month already.

He had been attacked by a kemushi catepillar and his hands and back were all blistery.

Here`s what a Kemushi looks like:

Me and Max were planning on riding bikes from Kyoto to Tokyo with our friend Brandon Flumerfelt (real name). Max and Brandon had bought us woman`s city shopping bikes with baskets on them to do this 550 kilometre quest on.

thant`s my cane in the basket.

On the first hour of the first day of our bike ride to tokyo, we had to go through a steep mountain pass in ass-wrenching hot weather.

Coming down the mountain Brandon`s front tire popped and he rolled in front of a mini japanese truck.

Max found a Jizo statue right by where Brandon almost died. Which was eerie because they are erected where other people have died.

After we fixed Barandons tire, we kept on to Otsu which is on the shore of Japans largest lake, Biwa-ko.

After day on of the bike trip, we had traveled only 50 kilometres of the trip, and I quickly realized that my chubby, sprained body may not make it al the way to Tokyo.

on day two, we woke up from a dingy night stay in a Japanese business-man hotel and ponchoed it up for the torential downpour we were about to bike in for another 9 hours.

As we went on, I Screamed and almost cried from the frustration and pain from biking up hills and wind pushing on my chest and forcing me back. Max had a similar problem and we came to reality. We were not going to bike the whole way to Tokyo with Brandon. He was way more fit, had way more drive, and at our rate it would have taken 10 or 11 days to do. Plus, I didn`t want to spend my vacation along a highway looking at trucks and rural scenery similar to that of Abottsford. But we were still in the middle of nowhere and we had to keep going until we foud a real town.

In another mountain pass, we found a shrine built under the highway…

…and a Temple on the side of the highway…

We finally reached Kameyama which had a train station and a realy straight forward city map…

…a playground…

…a segaworld…

…where you can play games while Japanese employees watch on as they smoke cigarettes in the distance…

…and a pachinco parlor.

Video!

We went to our hotel and said goodbye to Brandon before he continued on bike to Tokyo. We said goodbye in the form of drinking CUPS of sake and playing the best game ever, “Black Beard`s Critical Blow”.

You gotsa put swords in Black Beard`s barrel. If he pops out, you lose bitch.

The day Brandon left, me and Max had 20000 yen bikes that we tried to sell at the train station with a shitty sign which just said “For Sale”… We tried to sell both of them for 10000 yen.

No one would buy them, so we went to a bike shop and sold them for 1000 yen, which is like ten bucks.

Then me and Max trained to Nagoya, where we went to their Japanese equivalent of Science World and saw an awesome exhibit on Pteradons… which are now my favoutite animal.

And we stayed in a “capsule hotel”…

Here`s a video of that shit.

And they made us wear these awesome mandatory pajamas…

And their bathroom and everything was comunal. So we had to strip naked and go in a public bath with these gentlemen.

The next day, me and Max saw some bands play in a music festival in Nagoya. This one was a punk band called The Emeralds and they were alright… And they had tragic vintage 70’s shirts on.

We also befriended some music festival staff girls and they put us on their website… Which I’ll have a link to when I’m not lazy.