I arrived at Chitose Airport in the late evening, threw my bike together and headed out the door. When first in another country the littlest things feel like huge achievements. Found an ATM, money! Used a vending machine, food! Decided to pitch my tent in the public park, shelter!
The hills were intense and though it was low 70s, the humidity left me dripping with sweat.
Fully refreshed, I headed west to ride around the Shakotan peninsula. First stop was Otaru with its beautiful canal and strange ice cream, I chose sweet potato flavor but passed on the scoop of jet black squid ink.
With so many buttons to push, and not one in English, going to the bathroom has never held so many surprises.