I enter the mountains. These are no joke. These are the Japanese Alps, the greatest mountain chain in the country, the geographical backbone of the island. Luckily for me, a large river scraped a nice comfortable valley for millions of years for me.
The sun hits me like never before. The cold rainy days are a distant memory now. The strange towns of this valley have a weird feeling to them. Not pretty in any way, they sort if feel like the Japanese version of those gas station towns that fill the places in between places. People look like they live with their heads in the clouds. An overall surreal feeling. The sun does not help. All day, it hits my face.
Fortunately the valley is fairly straight and flat. I end up in a sleepy resort town. This one has class. It seems in the winter this would be the place to be. Right now, I am the only tourist, and I am not interested in any activities other than crashing at the free local campsite.
After climbing half a mountain (it seems it is customary for camp-jos to be situated in high places, so to make my last few kilometers excruciatingly hard and time consuming), I finally reach it.
The camp-jo is empty....no surprise here. I have slept in plenty of empty sites. I see no office. Nada. There are many already made large tents. So....I make my way into one if them, unsure if breaking the law or not, as it is usual for me often times here, and go to sleep. It is only 7pm, but I am exhausted.
118km
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