Traveling with your bike in Japan is not that hard, you just have to remember three simple things: cleanliness, expediency, and patience. There is no way a train conductor is going to let you and your filthy bike roll on to his train.
I tried to write haiku every day while in Japan, but the only good ones came when considering my husband’s utter collapse climbing the stiff little hills, no mere speed bumps, that constitute the majority of Japan.
“I’d love to see you post on how to pack for a tour — especially the clothing part. What works, what doesn’t. I know that I tend to pack clothes that look good in only a narrow range of situations, but then again, I sleep in ditches.” Ok, here’s that post.