|River valley on 28|
Inside there was an old lady serving and a couple of locals smoking. The walls and ceiling were coated by a thick layer of black dirt as were the venetian blinds and chairs. On the window ledges were vases that at least had fresh flowers in them but the vases and water in them were revolting. We tried not to touch anything and drank the coffee quickly.
|Kyushu south coast|
We didn't want to wait around and then find the rooms unsuitable so decided to carry on north on the 321.
There was a place about 6km up this road, called Kayu Inn, that we had read about in Lonely Planet and we hoped we could stay there. We knew it was quite pricey and was an ecofriendly, organic food place that offered evening meals as well as breakfast. It had a board up advertising rooms available so we stopped.
The owner came out and told us that their policy is not to rent rooms unless they are booked in advance. He asked us if we had read the hotel's 'philosophy' on-line which we obviously had not. He admitted that he had a room available but then looked at the two of us on bikes and pointed out, at least twice, that it was a no-smoking establishment. Then he came up with the deal breaker. Because their meals are organic they needed 24 hours notice to provide an evening meal and the nearest alternative place to eat was 5km away and closed at 5pm.
"Never mind" we said, "we'll just cycle another 25km to Shimanto and find a place that wants our custom". As it would be dark by 5.30pm we now had to pedal as fast as possible on to Shimanto, stopping to put the lights on for the last 5km. The first three hotels there got the thumbs down also but number four was fine, had wifi and also a really good restaurant.
We ate our evening meal while watching the performance of the four staff in the restaurant. There were two chefs, a waitress and a kitchen assistant. They worked together perfectly as a team, needing no verbal communication. Forget the ' Masterchef' scenario with everyone shouting at each other for 'service', these guys produced and served dish after dish of sumptuous food without wasting an ounce of energy talking about it.
Shimanto to Uwajima - 75km
Karen woke up this morning with a migraine so had to take pills and stay in bed for another hour. Steve meanwhile went to the lobby to get on the Internet to plan the day's route. It was another grey morning with rain threatening. We decided to follow the Shimanto river valley north for about 50km to Kihoku, which looked like a sizable town where we hoped there would be a hotel.
|Little land crab|
Leaving Shimannto we followed the 340, a minor road on the east bank of the river. It was another of the roads that had been improved and widened in parts, but then reverted to a narrow winding lane in others.
Traffic was minimal and apart from frequent showers it was a lovely ride. The winding river was fast flowing following all the recent rain and a lot of fishermen were trying their luck.
|Shimanto submersible bridge|
We spent the whole day either putting on, or taking off, rain gear as the heavy showers tortured us. The compensation was that at lunchtime there was a cafe that was open where we had rice rolls, soup and coffee for only 3 pounds each.
|Foreign cars, rare in Kyushsu|
A shop owner confirmed our fears that the nearest accommodation was in Uwajima, 15km further and back down to the coast. That 'deja vu' feeling again. So, another small climb to a watershed then a long downhill through a gorge which could have been beautiful in better weather and without dusk rapidly approaching. At least the city had plenty of choice of good hotels and a wide choice of eating. We drowned our sorrows with a bottle of red wine and a rather tasty steak, an extremely expensive (the meal cost the same as the hotel room) but necessary.
Uwajima - Day Off
It was so quiet, with hardly anybody on the streets or in the shops, so different from the Philippines and China.
Uwajima to Housenbou Onsen - 44km
|Shimanto valley village|
Long flights of stone steps up the hillsides took us to tiny temples and shrines.
|Farms in Shimanto valley|
|Typical small temple|
Housenbou Onsen to Susaki - 85km
|Old buildings, not many of them left now|
The next 25km was climbing and falling, along river valleys, gradually gaining height following the 197.
There were quite a few lorries and the old road, on the other side of the valley, was appealing. But the new road avoided climbing over the cols and went through tunnels under the peaks.
|Our tunnel guide|
|View from the pass|
He then jumped on a bicycle and rode with us to the end of the tunnel so that he could control the traffic and see us safely back onto the left side carriageway. Amazing service.
Finally we reached the top of the last climb, at 500m, and an expansive view over the misty hills towards the sea.
|Down the hair pins|
We turned off the main road onto the narrow 133, which hair-pinned down the steep slopes, passing more tea farms and villages with carefully tended market gardens on stone walled terraces.
|Snake on a bridge|
Getting closer to the coast the valley flattened and widened and we came to the outskirts of Susaki city, on the south coast of Kyushu.
Searching in vain for another hotel or any tourist information we turned in desperation to the local post office as generally the staff there speak a little English.
|The guesthouse sign|
The guesthouse they suggested was also full but even though the couple who owned it were rushed off their feet trying to prepare evening meals for their guests, they took the time to phone another guesthouse, book us their one remaining room and the daughter got on her bicycle to guide us there.
We had already ridden past this place twice but didn't recognise the sign. The room was a good size, just mats on the floor and 60 pounds a night, no wifi or breakfast. A little Italian restaurant just down the road took the edge off our misery.
Susaki to Kochi - 51km
|Boat on the harbour|
It was still raining in the morning. In a break between showers we rode to a little French bakery cafe for breakfast. It took two cups of coffee and a big cake before it was fit to set off. We were heading for the 47, which runs through the Yokonami National Park on the coast.
At first the road was busy. There is a lot of industry along this coast with its many harbours. Once we turned onto the 47 it was much quieter. For the first time we passed several 'Henros', the term for the pilgrims who come to Shikoku to walk around the 88 temples close to its coast. Traditionally they wear white clothes and a conical woven sunhat and carry a staff.
|Yokonami coast view|
The road runs down a rocky peninsula, climbing up and down, affording fabulous views of the Pacific ocean and wave lashed rocks.
|Feeding the kites|
|Sea wall sculpture|
For the last 10km we rode on the cycle path along the extremely busy 34. The traffic noise was wearing and as we went over an elevated section, an extractor fan on a building sprayed Karen liberally with stinking cooking oil.
Arriving in the city we had to go to five hotels before we found one with a vacancy because, unbeknown to us, there was a national holiday on Monday.
Kochi - Days Off
|Kochi tram depot|
Realising it was a national holiday weekend, we suspected the roads and hotels would be busy for the next two days, so stayed in Kochi.. We liked the compact and clean city with its old tram system and pedestrian shopping street.
We checked out the traditional Sunday market, selling mostly food and vegetable produce to local customers and yet another impressive castle on a hill.
Walking around Kochi we were struck by how obedient the Japanese are. At a pedestrian crossing with traffic lights they will always wait patiently for the 'green man' before crossing. Even if the road is clear of traffic in both directions they will never move before the lights change.Car drivers also will never go through lights on red.
Kochi to Oboke - 62km
|Three famous scholars of Kochi|
There wasn't a cloud in the sky this morning. The breakfast room was more popular today with all the tables crowded. A couple from Fukoshima sat with us and chatted to us in English. They were impressed with our chopstick skills.
To get out of the city we had to ride along the busy 374 before turning off onto a minor road to cut across onto highway 32.
This road has been widened and straightened in places with a bicycle lane at the side. But once it started to climb into the mountains it was often only two lanes and no hard shoulder. Today was a public holiday so we hoped for light traffic. There were more lorries than we had expected and because of the holiday lots of motorbikes.
After a climb to 400m at Nabiki Pass there is a long slow descent into the Yoshino Valley. The road and railway take opposite sides of the river and there are some long sections of the old road still usable, avoiding three long tunnels and providing an escape from the heavy lorries fora while.
We saw a handful of Japanese cyclists today, mostly on road bikes. With only the single climb it was an easy ride.
We had spent a lot of time searching for mid priced accommodation in the Yoshino and Iya valley areas but found that there was little in between the cheap hostels and local guesthouses and the high priced onsens. So we booked into onsens for the next two nights.
Oboke to Iyashi - 37km
The breakfast was impressive, but having a raw egg to drink out of a little cup is not very appetising first thing in the morning.. Grey clouds lined the sky as we loaded the bikes and one of the hotel staff was on duty outside the door to wish all the departing guests goodbye, what a nice touch.
A family with a small child stopped and stood by the roadside to give us satsumas. The last 100m of climb was saved by the nice tunnel at the peak of the ridge, about 1,500m long. Coming out into the descending valley we started to feel the first drops of rain.
|Kazurabashi Vine Bridge|
After a 200m descent to the valley floor we turned onto the old 32 road and started another steady climb. Only a few km up the valley is the first major tourist attraction, the Kazurabashi vine bridge at Myoshi.
This is a big coach tour destination but early on a wet Tuesday morning it was quiet. We rode down on the bikes to the newer road bridge from where there is a good view of the vine woven one. At this point the rain got really serious and we had to put on our ponchos.
|Iya in the rain|
There were constant jaw dropping views of the river, the bright turquoise waters contrasting with the pale stone cliffs and the autumn tinted trees. Tonight's Onsen was at Iyashino, a steep climb up a side road on the opposite side of the valley. Torrential rain continue until well past bedtime.
|Iya Autumn Colours|
We both had a soothing hot bath and then a lovely traditional Japanese meal in the restaurant.
Iyashino - Day off
We woke to heavy rain, ate breakfast watching the rain, packed the bags and waited for the predicted break about 10am. It just kept on raining. Climbing 700m in the rain was not appealing so we booked in for another night. Today was Steve's birthday and it was also the day the spa was shut and the restaurant was closed at lunchtime. So he had a birthday feast of a bag of crisps, two cheese spread triangles, a yogurt and a pack of chocolate biscuits. Not even a birthday candle.
Iyashino to Mima -66km
The morning dawned with blue skies but it was bitterly cold with a northerly wind. We had to put on as many layers of clothes as possible. The short 1.5km descent from the hotel back onto the road froze us to the bone and it was a relief to start the long, gentle 15km climb up into the mountains.
The next village, for some reason, has become famous for its scarecrows and there are some very amusing displays. The two old women chatting over the fence were very realistic, with their wrinkled skin faces and red lipstick.
|Male Vine bridge|
|Female Vine Bridge|
The river level was high after all the rain and we couldn't take enough photographs to show the beauty of this place.
|The cable car|
|Forested upper slopes of Iya Valley|
The final 7km of climbing was up a deciduous forested valley with the peak of Mount Tsurugi shrouded in cloud. There is a small chair lift from the village at the road junction.
|Tsurugi chair lift|
We put all the layers that we had shed on the climb back on, with woolly hats and gloves and rode up the chair lift. To get to the mountain summit about 150m higher, there was a rough path.
|In the clouds at the summit|
It was difficult climbing it with cycling shoes, but seeing some of the extremely elderly and disabled people who had already made the ascent, we had no excuse. Sadly by the time we got to 1,995m the clouds had obliterated the views from the top. There were small drifts of sleet against the path and the temperature was 0 C.
|View of the landslide|
From the high slopes we could see the 492 road that we were planning to descend on. There was a large landslide and lots of road work vehicles with no other traffic and we realised it must be closed.
|View from the chair lift|
Back down in the village we asked the owner of the cafe where we stopped for lunch. He showed us a map and pointed out three roads that were closed following damage in 2012 floods. So there was no choice, the only road down, other than the one we had climbed, was 438.
|One of the many waterfalls|
Mima to Tokushima -52km
|Dochu Sand Pillars|
Further down the valley we came to one of the 88 temples on the famous Shikoku pilgrimage and a group of pilgrims walking between temples.
Tokushima to Izumisano - 37km
Getting to the Honshu ferry was a short easy ride along the riverside road, spoilt by the heavy rain. At the terminal we had just brought our tickets and were sheltering from the deluge near the ticket office when another touring cyclist came to buy a ticket. Bruner is German, of a similar vintage to us and has travelled extensively by bike all over the World. We had an interesting couple of hours sharing stories and information on the ferry.
The ferry was a much more comfortable one than the Kyushu to Shikoku one, with a choice of large comfortable seats, bunk beds and open floor areas for its passengers. On the car deck our bikes were carefully tied in place with cushioning over the handlebars and wedges under the wheels.
At Wakayama we bade Bruner farewell as he set off to catch the train to the airport. We had a 30km ride to Izumisano which is close to Kansai airport.
There shortest route was on the 26, which cuts across the small headland north of Wakayama and then follows the coast north. It had a foot/cycle path for most of its length but some of it was so overgrown and rough that it was safer to be in the traffic. A little minor road along the sea edge for about 6km into Izumisano was the nicest part of the journey.
So there was just a couple of days to rest and pack the bikes before flying back to Manila. Plans for our next adventure, Mayanmar, are almost complete.