🏙 Rest day in Hakodate, Hokkaido 🌃

Map of Hakodate, Hokkaido with author’s route in the city highlighted. 🗺 Open map in GaiaGPS →

Two large bowls of seafood: scallops and sea urchin in one, crab meat and salmon roe in the other.

Two European men, the author (left) and his brother Gabor, pose with the bowls of seafood. 📍 Hakodate Morning Market, Hakodate, Hokkaido

Scallops swollen to the size of English muffins, salmon eggs that pop like little depth charges of salt and umami, cat tongues of uni that melt over the warm grains of rice like egg yolk on a carbonara,” Matt Goulding wrote in Sea Urchin, Steamed Rice, and the Meaning of the Morning Meal, a short yet hypnotic article about kaisendon, Hakodate’s signature breakfast. It may be served in a surprisingly small bowl, but it is a giant depth charge of food at its most elemental, raw meat from several phyla of the animal kingdom. Crackling with wild energy, we bounded down the back alleys of the market, and beyond this compact, cosmopolitan port, a new kind of Japan loomed.

Another European-looking man, the American traveler John Ebert, sits at a table in a bar.

A hand holds a bottle of Hokkaido beer into the camera.

Two men, Gabor and John, laugh in a parking lot.

The legs and feet of a man sitting on the curb of a parking lot, looking at something on a phone placed on the asphalt. 📍 Hakodate, Hokkaido

I was pleased to see I wasn’t the only one making use of the 40th anniversary of [Alan Booth’s] epic original walk this year,” John Ebert wrote in a letter on a beautiful June day. I read it on my way down from the 1,400-meter high Amou Pass in Gifu prefecture, the day turning into a salmon dusk, my fingertips numb from the snows of Hakusan. I’m planning to literally re-trace his steps as closely as possible1, much like the way he followed Saigō Takamori or Dazai Osamu…the same route, over the same days.” The Booth–Ebert-route crossed mine on a street corner in Hakodate where this great American dude now stood laughing, having rolled down from the La Pérouse Strait with a giant rucksack, packing bear spray, a Mac, a portable speaker, and a walking stick frayed from a winter circumambulation of Shikoku. I like to travel in comfort,” he said, and we threw tender bits of intestine on a charcoal grill, and laughed into the night.

These Walking Dreams is a visual field diary of a 4,300-kilometer walk from one end of Japan to the other, in the spring and summer of 2017.

  1. John made it to Cape Sata, the end of Booth’s 1977 walk (and near the beginning of mine), in November 2017. He made a video of his journey which comes in two editions: the regular runs 40 minutes (our encounter is at 7’27), the chill-out 2 hours 30 minutes.↩︎