As much as I love Tokyo, I would go mad if I couldn't escape regularly. My soul needs green and my feet need that untravelled world. This ritual – polishing my beloved hiking boots – is a very important part of my psychological survival kit. I bought these boots in San Francisco almost fifteen years ago, and they're still going strong. I punish them mercilessly, but in turn I pamper them with TLC.
|Ready for another walkpedition!|
|Polish polish polish!|
We're in the middle of a long weekend called Golden Week, which is giving me many opportunities for walkpeditions. Yesterday I went hiking in Chichibu. This morning I polished my boots, and now I'm ready to hit Tokyo's streets. I'm on my way to a temple that ensures good boobs (I'm not joking) and another one that helps you to get rid of love (ditto). I've also discovered that there are several temples where you can pray for protection against Alzheimer's, and I'd better get my rapidly ageing brain over there before I forg ... what was I saying?
|That's the nomad in the forests of Chichibu.|
Short post today, mainly to confirm I'm still around. It's a gorgeous day. More later. Tokyo, here I come!