Getting to Hokkaido took a lot of effort, as it seems bicycles are not intended for any transportation besides their own two wheels. But after three days, Eric and I made our separate ways to Sapporo, both considering it a miracle to have found each other in the station. “See you on Friday at two o’clock”- our hopeful but old-fashioned Casablanca promise- fulfilled, and it was on to the next train.
The ferry, a cargo ship called Sunflower, far exceeded the other locomotives as my favorite, and anyone coming to Hokkaido should consider it. 15hours on the Pacific, watching the sun rise and set over Japan.