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wandering the streets of Kawasaki

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Tonight I hit the road because I realized I'm gaining a lot of weight. I headed up the hill, through some very swank addresses indeed and then crossed the long level top of the hill. At one point I noticed a foot path and found myself skirting the edge of the hill between a line of fences that marked the edge of the properties part way down, and the hedgerow that marked the properties just back from the edge. I could see quite a way to the north, but I also had local buildings to look at. At a certain point I stopped to take photos of a rugged set of concrete steps on the south side of the ridge, then turned around and went down a road descending the north side. This being Tokyo, I presume the entire hill is man-made. One sign is the extremely narrow ridge. Another is the river that's been diverted beneath the "hill".

Back down on the plain, I went all the way around the hill's east side then back along the road that passes it to the south. Another 3km trek route successfully blazed.