Okonomiyaki wedding with Omi San in Hiroshima.
Japanese drivers also rely on these things wherever they go.
Japanese drivers run on this stuff – canned brown water.
Motoji and I starting fresh…
32 degrees and fake afros don’t mix.
Jama – Doite!
Get out of the way Ko-Chan.
Yuko snacking on beans in the outdoor party spillage.
The one on the right’s actually real!
Shimako losing some hair.
One of 3 signature walls. A few Aussies are on here now.
D – promoting dirty food and tea at the same time.
Pachio serving it up.
There was plenty of hair kicking around Esquina.
Takeguchi looking stern. It may have to do with alcohol.
Mystery Girl is back
Mystery beer-swilling girl is back, more mysterious, and with plastic.
Has anyone seen Na Chan’s downtube? It’s gone missing.
Kei – the man of the moment. His Giro di Italia commantary experiences inspired this afro party.
Check out some great photos from 3 excellent photographers this month at the Pedal Stories exhibition.
Cake was too tempting.
We took a small chunk out of the tasty Spanish ham.
Always flat out, Takeguchi San and his crew.
Hentai in Fukushima
If you see this man in your area, call the police.
Fried frog fresh from the river. Like chewie chicken.
Night fell and the kayaks took a break. The arms were pretty dead..
A nice day kayaking in Biwako, Shiga. Perfect weather and good company.
There were no human showers to be seen, but still, the dogs got their own special showers. Priorities…
Net fishing was tricky at first.
Room with a view
Our view on Biwako.
Sails were up and the sun was shining on the biggest lake in Japan.
Artists taking a break well away from the usual city life.
A man’s gotta eat
Shuhei feeding after a long day shooting (the below) photos at Fujimi, Nagano.
Bull at a gate
Ken was on a mission at Fujimi, leading it out.
Fujimi’s steep, dead, grassy slopes are unforgiving. Especially hard when you’ve been in bed all week.
Greasy roots on the steep descent didn’t offer much of a rest.
Niki San patiently handing plastic out on one of 8 cruel laps.
The Fujimi soil is a bit like riding on a wet mattress.
Warming up to face the music.
Can I just stay here?
I waited till the last minute to head to the start. The week’s cabin fever got me motivated to get out there in the end.
The 9.9 hardtail did the job as usual. No excuses here.
Travelling to races and finding paste restaurants can be a challenge. So for hotel-ready intant pasta, here’s the 3-step forula:
STEP 1: Go to a local Konbini (convenience store) and buy a few packets of ‘instant pasta’, complete with chopsticks.
STEP 2: Boil some water in the hotel kettle and poor.
STEP 3: Add olive oil and salt and you’re ready to race.
Workshop with a view
Niki San hard at work in Fujimi’s trade area.
This is what’s been keeping me entertained on off days (being sick for the past week, there have been plenty of those).