DAY 9: Shipped to the Wrong Address

Only a bit of Hokkaido left. A mere 40km then...Honshu. I get going early. After several hours of early morning cycling, I begin to reach Hakodate, the last city on the island.

After an endless stretch of straight road into the city, I rush into the port. Not having a plan for anything is fun, but it also means quite a bit of uncertainty. So I rush inside just in case there is a soon departing ship. And there is! 9:30am, that is a few minutes away! I rush the lady behind the counter telling her over and over, Aomori, Aomori, Aomori! And I board....

Goodbye Hokkaido, Hello.......Oma?!
The trip should last 4hrs, but only after 1 hour I see everyone getting antsy. The ship docks. I am perplexed until I realize I have been sent to Oma instead of Aomori! A rural little dot lost somewhere 200km north of Aomori! Ah! I smack my head and wish bad bad things upon that stupid lady at the counter.

Oma, and the region it is surrounded by in general is as rural as it gets. Wood seems to be the main product of trade here. A smell of sawdust and wood cutting reminds me of my nonno's old wood shop, and my mind brings me back a bit, wondering in my own thoughts for a while. I manage to find a local festival, something absolutely rare. I help the townsfolk pull a large boat on wheels over a bridge. Unfortunately, my phone for some reason did not capture this awesome moment.

Heavenly Camp-Jo
I finally reach destination, wet, tired and hoping my campsite will be nice. And it is for once! It has everything! The works. I go to sleep, happy...

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