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a fine cycle day in May

the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Tokyo, 2010.05.15

Today we went on a day-long cycle outing.

From our home in North Shinagawa, we headed south west to and through Ota City to the Tana river that divides Tokyo from Kanagawa prefecture. It wasn't a terribly long or challenging ride, but it took us through a new area of the city which is always fun. I can recommend the route along Ikegami Avenue as an easy ride and one dotted with plenty of shopping side-streets and the occasional temple and shrine.

We made our way to the Tama river near the giant Canon complex, and had a traditional Japanese picnic of burgers. From there we ambled down the river, making a stop where some fellows were flying large kites. These kites went into wingspans measurable in meters, and their fliers had taken to using sawed-off fishing rods and reels to manage the lines.

From there we crossed into Kanagawa, and went to a shopping mall that's got a giant "Akachan Honpo". It's essentially a one-stop place for anything you could imaginably need for babies and toddlers. Except compassion, which I found a bit lacking as I watched a woman really savage a child, refusing to let the little boy even touch her until she'd gotten a military-like 'hai' and stiff bow of the head in acknowledgment of her sternly-dictated orders. I dunno, maybe Mari and I are spoiling our kid, but wow!

Our shopping finished, we returned along the old "Tokaido", the eastern highway that followed the old shoreline (before the advent of man-made islands). It's a surprisingly straight road that connects our neighbourhood with Kanagawa, and was another example of a route that took us through a string of interesting local districts.

It was just before five when we finally got in. A good ride under great weather conditions!

Three good things that happened today:

1. fine weather

2. a great cycle trip

3. a new area of the city explored

rand()m quote

...and when you try to get some, it surely can be hard. There's always trouble waiting, when you leave your own back yard.

—Motorhead, Lost Johnny (lyrics by Mick Farren)