Osaka and Kyoto – pre bike tour adventures

So, just to make sure we were a bit acclimatized to the time change, we arrived a few days early. Bridger was so correct to point out the cultural advantages,

But there is more……

Yes, we drink sweat

So, in an effort to conserve water and get essential minerals/salts, the Japanese have pioneered Pocari Sweat, derived from, well, the title says it all. As does Bridger’s expression, as he chokes down a bottle. Numnumnum, tasty!

And what could be better than the world famous Angry Chef Sushi restaurant? We dared not enter, as the consequences portend a Tums fueled aftermath.

No udon noodle left behind

Angry Chef aside, we did find a kick-ass noodle restaurant where Bridger loaded up on pre-ride carbs and I loaded up on sake …. or i got loaded on sake?

Morning market treats
Hobby shops in Japan – taking “window shopping” to another level
“Hitachi” tower

Day 3 – Kyoto

Finally starting fell well rested, we got ambitious in the morning by planning a day trip to nearby Kyoto. A 90-minute train ride from our hotel at Kansai Airport (south of Osaka), Kyoto is considered the cultural hub of Japan and it features more temples and shrines than could realistically be visited in a lifetime. If you have designs of seeing Japan, allocate several days here. We did our best with the 8 hours we had, including getting some steps in at the famous Fushimi Inari Shrine and walking along the Philosopher’s Path. The highlight of the day was meeting up with Bridger’s college friend, Alex, and his girlfriend, Rachel. Bridger and Alex didn’t know the other was in Japan until after we started our respective vacations (shoutout to Evan, another friend in Bridger and Alex’s fraternity pledge class for connecting the dots!). Luckily, our travels overlapped on this day for a fun reuniting in a foreign land.

The Fushimi Inari Shrine is famous for its thousands of vermilion torii gates, which straddle a network of trails behind its main buildings. The trails lead into the wooded forest of the sacred Mount Inari, which we crested with the help of electrolyte drinks and soft serve. The work and tireless dedication that went into installing the torri made the hike so easy to appreciate.

Meeting of the (Wake Forest) minds – Bridger and Alex:

Day 2 – Osaka

Still adjusting to the 15-hour forward leap in time, we woke up with plenty of time to catch a morning flight to Osaka, the county’s second largest city. Dubbed “Japan’s Kitchen,” it is celebrated for its culinary prowess and experimentation. It is also said to be the Manchester of Japan, given its industrial history in textiles. For us, though, it was an eye-opener to the vastness of Japan’s urban centers. Every square foot of land is utilized in what feels like endless industry and neighborhoods when observing from local trains between the Kansai Airport (on its own island) and the city center. Highlights of the day included the Osaka Castle, the neon-lit commercial hub of Dotonbori, and udon bowls large enough to sit in.

Osaka Castle – in typical Mahlum fashion, we purchased tickets an hour before it closed but expertly speed walked through all 8 floors of its majesty.
Dotonbori (day) – dad wishing that the storefront of his old seafood business had a feature like this crab (yes, it’s legs and eyes move!)
Dotonbori (night) – a sensory overload, it felt like a more laid-back version of Times Square. The alleys of shopping centers, restaurants and bars went as far as the eye could see.

Day One – Pack and Travel

Who woulda thought those skimpy biking tights took up so much room???!! OK, OK, there is more, like our pedals, bike shoes, helmets, bike seats and a whole bunch of Recovery Drinks and Percussion Therapy tools. And that is just for the 13 hour plane ride!

Oh, look! Bridger is blogging the old fashioned way! I think he is planning to write all his deep thoughts down, then take a picture and post it. Mixing traditional and modern – ??

Riveted by the in-flight magazine…

And looky here, I have discovered yet another Recovery Drink! Too bad it is served as a single serving, though.

AAAAANNNDDD, we made it. Well, sort of. Had to stay up, no naps, getting used to a 15 hour delay. So, Bridger suggested we go burn incense at the local temple in the nearby city of Narita. I’d like to say that helped, but I thought a beer and food would work better

So it did! This place was 9 feet wide and 24 feet long,. The only item on the menu was raw lamb, which they cooked over bean sprouts at the table. Beer was good, lamb better.

Need a lift?

This is the last day of the Croatia trip, everything Japan will be above, but feel free to read about the last trip below!!

AAAAAAAAANNNNDDD, that’s a Wrap!!! (for this trip, anyway)

It’s been a few days since the final day of saddle time, so probably time to wrap this sucker up. It was an awesome cycle adventure, no doubt. Saw many cool sights, like the constant barrage of livestock strutting all over the pavement (and if you hit one with your car, you gotta pay the farmer) or the live ( and squished) geckos decorating the tarmac. Mostly, you just made dang sure you didn’t hit any road furniture (aka medians and signage) or bike swallowing pot holes. The scenery was ever-changing from beachside palisades to nearly abandoned old paved mountain passes. I will say the route was well picked, maybe a little uphill oriented, but could be my advanced age bitchin’ about that aspect of the ride. The other cyclists were very interesting, from Wayne the Invisible Man to Party Charles. Scotland, England, France, Canada, Wyoming, Philadelphia and California were all represented. Many of them doing these types of rides several times a year. Best part was doing this was because of Bridger, having the opportunity to spend time and complete a tough, physical challenge, all while helping each other with the day-to-day challenges of actually getting on the damn things. My fervent hope is to be able to do something similar with Colter one day!! Would I do it again? Yup, but with more training!

And now for a few miscellaneous missives

Collette, our chef deluxe with a typical on the road picnic lunch!
Marcello, our chief guide. It took him 2 years to ride the route, test all the restaurants and hotels, then have to make sure they were still open after covid! He is also responsible for all that detestable elevation…

Now this is the way it’s supposed to go – slight downhill, dry, cool and a great partner to share the view….

A Biscotteria … I have died and gone to heaven.
Albania has the largest number of surviving WW2 gun emplacements in Europe. And they turned some into children’s playgrounds!
Ok, ok, I wanted to open a Biscotteria until I ran across this ….

The Last Night Series – recovery did not involve any muscles arches, just headaches:

waiting for Party Charles at the Chicken Bar
OK, this will need a little explanation … this is a bar in Athens, we called it the chicken bar, imagine that. Great music, great vibe. After the last dinner together, we went out and, well, did what we do (when not riding a bike 6 hours the next morning) and partied on.
Apparently, insurance is not a requirement in Athens, as this contraption was considered a bar toy.
This guy owned the bar – he was very happy to keep our ouzo glasses full

OK, about done. We spent another day in Athens and then a couple of days in Florence, where we met Nancy. Another story, another time. Thanks for taking the time to check this out!

Day 14: Last rude day. Well, that’s not right, is it. Last ride day. Better.

But there were some rude moments,  that’s fur shure. Like a gorgeous downhill to start followed by a gritty, aggressive uphill. And sweaty or maybe that was rain? We left the small mountain resort Eardousia at Athanasios Eiakos (or alphabet soup) biking for Galaxidi on the coast. I was sorry to leave the needlepoint artwork behind, I must say.

Breakfast at Eardousia Hotel, dressed out for last ride. Spanx are working perfectly.

Coffee stop, sunshine for a while!
Got so sunny my tire went flat. Broke a couple of spokes, also, the guides were becoming suspicious
Who said Greece didn’t have any mountains? Maybe no one did, but makes a good caption
Of course, what goes up must come down (thank god)
Galaxidi. A place to come back to. Stayed the night, great dinner. Even had a Disgestive after.
That red roof pavilion was where we ended … 740 miles and over 85,000 climbing behind us. Actually, I felt it mostly in my behind,
Ah, yes, this is where Bridger and I raise our fists in Victory! And then head straight for the picnic table.
Oh, yes, the whole shootin’ match.

Taking apart the Steed!

Day 13: Northern Greece from Loutra Ypatis to in Athanasios Diakos. Really.

go ahead, you try to pronounce that. jeeez.

51 miles and 7618 feet. damn elevation!!!

And if the rain doesn’t stop you, how about them dang sheep?

Just in case you didn’t believe me about the rain

Beautiful little hotel in the middle of nowhere, run by a older couple, no English. Mountains of Northern Greece are quite impressive……

So, we get to this cool place in the middle of NOWWHERE, after doing all these obnoxious mountain climbs. I think it might be busy in the summer, but was not now!! They did have a nice fire going to help with chase off the chill, though

Best part, though, was the fantastic needlework in our room! The attention to detail, the skill, the hours it must of taken to create this masterpiece…..

Only in Northern Greece at a place in the middle of nothingness, I mean, hey, these guys are about the most conservative people I have ever seen!

Day 11! Meteora to Neochori

Being delirious with all the riding, I just plain forgot to put this out!

49 Miles and 4259 elevation

Meteora, home of the James Bond movie, For Your Eyes Only, was awesome. Although, I should mention it has another history, besides James Bond!

Mists just made it better, but the rain was a bitch

The ride was wet and well, wet. We had lunch at a waterfall that, 2 years ago, was quite nice. Floods recently changed them up and did road damage. A few days after we left, there was another flood and took out the entire road and the falls are no more!

Pretty typical lunch stop initial procedure