Tohoku

“Well, those Tokyo girls are hip, I really love those clothes they wear. And Okinawa girls with the way they talk they knock me ou...

Route 338 weaves along the northeast tip of Aomori in northern Honshu where sandy beaches stretch all the way from Misawa north t...

Mountains, sea, capes, wilderness, forests and hot springs – this cycling trip is dotted with natural attractions. Moreover, ...

It snowed heavily all night. The last beer and sake were tossed back around 10 p.m. and everyone called it an “early one” in anti...

It is deathly silent, the snow seems to absorb every sound, and we marching without saying a word through waist deep snow. The wi...

My thumb does the talking to the few cars that pass my way. I walk for almost an hour when a middle-aged man with a sleepy stubby...

I hear the door to the Visitor’s Center slide open as I scramble to get my things in order. Still in my sleeping bag with all...

A few hours from the crowds and concrete of Tokyo is a small river where, over the last few years, I have consistently landed a d...