π Shihoro
π Upper Shihoro
The only thing better than ice cream for breakfast on a gloomy Tokachi morning is ice cream in a croissant for breakfast, a twist on the Sicilian marvel of ice cream in a brioche. For the next 30 kilometers, we walked in a straight line by the side of the highway, in the constant drone of trucks in the drizzle, and I had not a care in the world.
π Upper Shihoro
π Ashoro
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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.