Tour of Hokkaido, Day 12, island hopping: Rebun to Rishiri.

There are thieves in the camp!

Small, black and winged — crows — raucous in their squawking, and daring in their approach; one of them with the audacity to crawl under the vestibule where my food, gas stove, pot and shoes are kept. They can’t see it but they can smell it.

They were all around, clamoring for the one bird that was bold enough to penetrate the human’s tent and grab the packet containing his breakfast with its beak.

Their cheering wakes me up with a start. Dawn has just broken, and the sky is still overcast. In my sleep-befuddled state, I unzip the tent door, then the vestibule, and give chase, cursing at it, “Come back with my food, you stupid bird!”

The greedy food-snatcher can’t fly off with the heavy load so it tries to peck at the food. At the very last second, just before I can pounce on it, the rascal raider flies off, leaving the food behind. I shake my fist at it in triumph. The food is intact. I still have my breakfast after all.

Later, when I’m cleaning up at the camp wash area, the feathered fiends come back again. This time, they succeed — they get away with a plastic bag of rubbish. When they realise they’ve been duped, they dump the plastic bag and fly off, leaving me to clear up the mess.

Damn thieves.

The entrance to the lake..not very inviting

At dinner last night in the open field under the stars, we had decided we’d go to Rishiri today, on the 1pm ferry. That also means we have a whole morning to chill out, so we take our time with breakfast. The lake is not swim-friendly; the lakeside covered with tall rush fringing the entire lake. Where we’re camped, there’s only a narrow gangway, likely for canoes. And the water is nothing like what I’ve experienced at Lake Toya or Lake Shikotsu.

Facility for washing — clothes, food, pots, bodies…

Camping in style, complete with deck chair. A true adventurer.

The owner of the yellow tent. Nice and clean BMW F800.

Entrance to the campsite

Campsite from the other side of the lake

Back to Kafuka

Nearing Kafuka, Mt Rishiri on Rishiri island is clearly visible across the sea

We stopped to chat with these friendly folk picking fish out of the nets.

One of the ojisans noticed that we were fascinated with the seagulls so he threw a fish at them to show us how greedy seagulls eat.

Waiting to enter the bowel of the ferry

Only one vehicle..

Rishiri is definitely more popular of the 2 islands. It’s bigger and better developed. At my suggestion, we make our way to a campsite about 3 kms inland. The Mapple doesn’t point it out but it’s 3 kms of gradual climb, not steep but enough to make us huff and puff a bit. Most of the road is shady so it’s not too bad.

We take note of a spa inn along the way, an impressive looking one. (spa inns are establishments that include onsen, accommodation and restaurants whereas day-onsens are just that – baths only with no other amenities)

Oshidomari, Rishiri Island

We soon reach Rishiri Hokuroku Forest Park – hot, sweaty and a little out of breath. We’re greeted by an impressive looking park office building, and a woman who can’t wait to get us to fill up the forms. The campsite is also the base from where hikers go up to the top of Mt Rishiri (2xxx m), which is what the woman thinks we’re planning to do. We tell her no, we just want to camp. So it’s 500Y instead.

The shady 3km all-uphill road to Hokuroku Forest Park

End of the road..

Hokuroku park office

The lobby. Feels almost like a resort than a park

Hokuroku had the cleanest and most sophisticated toilet of all the campsites I had stayed in so far

…including heated toilet seats. Impressive.

The campsite is the strangest I’ve been to yet. It’s covered completely with a kind of mat. It’s called Goza, and it’s woven from harvested rice stalks. It’s supposed to trap warmth when it’s cold, and keeps cool when the weather gets warm.

There’s a brisk wind blowing and it takes a bit of work pitching up the tent. The trees make a terrific noise, its leaves crashing about quite violently as the gusts pick up in intensity. I’ve never seen anything like this before. Hopefully, no delinquent branch breaks away and land on my tent tonight. That would be violent and bloody.

The campsite — fully covered with Goza.

A fellow camper…big bike, tiny tent.

Checking out the other campsite nearer to town, we are treated to a heavenly display of golden coloured clouds being blown across the sky in formations unlike anything we’ve ever seen.

Today’s outing at the spa inn makes it to the top of the list of most-enjoyable-onsens. It has 3 pools – one plain hot, another with bubble jets, and the last, in the outdoors. This outdoor experience is my first. It’s located outside a glass door, in an open-air but enclosed area, for obvious reasons.

The brisk wind has noticeably picked up in speed. It’s quite surreal, like something out of a Kurosawa movie. The trees outside the wall are swaying hard, the leaves rustling very loudly in the wind. The air is noticeably chilly and it’s very comforting when I slip into the warm pool, leaving only my head exposed to the chill.

Sufficiently warmed up, I try the pool with bubble jets. It’s very nice, and it’s hotter. After a while I move into the quiet pool next to it. The hour slips by unnoticed. It’s time for dinner.

We cruise the streets of Oshidomari looking for a restaurant. By now it’s getting dark, and most of the shops seem to be closed. Finally, we turn a corner and come upon an ominously-named establishment by the name of Tsunami, promising its patrons a resort dining experience.

Inside, it looks more like a resort – more accurately, its canteen, one with a bar. The loud and ruddy faced diners at the only other occupied table could easily pass off as workers in the back-end of a resort. There is another man at the bar, chopsticks in quick motions shovelling food into his mouth. I’ve yet to see a Japanese eat with finesse, only with gusto. I go over for a look to see what he is eating – some kind of pork with rice dish. “Very good”, he says.

The surly-looking wife of the friendly blonde-haired boss didn’t look like she was having a good day. She served us our drinks without a smile – very un-Japanese.

We decide to go for the real thing – fresh, handmade-on-the-spot sushi. Blondie suggests we take the set, and without asking the price, we said ‘ok’. We sit back and relax with our beers as he flurries about the counter, shaping the sushi, one after another with rapid ease. I’m salivating.


Blondie, the boss of Tsunami, making our dinner

The menu, not that it makes any difference to us.

My most luxurious meal of the tour

The dinner of a 10-piece sushi set each, together with beer, costs us about 10,000Y. Not cheap, but I suppose it’s not exhorbitant either, considering the quality and taste of the sushi.

After that wonderful resort dinner, the reality of an anti-climactic 3km uphill ride back to the campsite hits us like a Tsunami. The warm feel-good buzz is gone with the by-now-howling wind as we make our way back to camp … in the dark, with only my lights showing the way for both our bikes.

We knew without a doubt that tomorrow, we’ll be packing up and moving down to the other campsite that’s nearer to town. A good time in town only to be negated by a 3km climb uphill is not my idea of a recommended campsite.

The other campsite is called Yuni Family Campsite. And the best thing about it? It’s only a 2-minute walk to the spa-inn opposite.

Back at camp, my tent is shaking and shuddering in the wind. I find it quite unnerving – the noise, the dark sky, the constant fear of a tree falling down and flattening me. I find it hard to sleep. In the middle of the night, a loud flapping wakes me up. One of the tent pegs have come loose. I re-peg it and crawl back inside my tent.

I wonder how the Belgians are doing.


11 thoughts on “Tour of Hokkaido, Day 12, island hopping: Rebun to Rishiri.

  1. Just want to drop you a line, thanks for sharing your amazing journeys in Sichuan and Hokkaido. It is very inspiring and I hope to do this one day.

  2. Thank you, Marcus, for your kind comment. I’m always happy to have inspired another fellow traveller. Who knows, we might meet on the road somewhere, someday. It’s a very small world :-))

  3. Your sushi dinner looks refreshingly different from the usual ramen. I can almost taste it but the price is hard to swallow. Looks like crows are the same everywhere. They are a major pain in the bottom in Oz too. Inspirational post as always! 🙂

  4. Al, the sushi was worth every yen…it’s first rate. All that camping and ramen made splurging on this meal so worth it haha…

  5. Just done with Europe and landed in Sichuan after u posted this. So I guess it’s a detour before I headed by to China. It’s interesting how the scenery has so drastically changed from Europe to China, Malaysia and back to the land of the rising sun! Looking fwd to Day 13. The 10,000 yen sushi is most worth it, presentation 4 stars!

    • Matt, that’s the beauty of touring in different continents; different scenery, different culture …but one thing remains the same wherever you may be — the kindness of simple folk 🙂

  6. I stumbled upon this blog and immediately recognized that cloud formation. The same amazing sunset you witnessed that night on Rishiri (8/29 in 2012) was even more spectacular from Rebun. I was up near peach rock photographing the Kármán vortex street, and they turned out to be the best formation I have seen in years living here.
    I have several large images in the Rebun Historical Museum of the evening’s sunset if you are ever on this side of the world again 😉

  7. Chez Wimpy, I must commend you on your outstanding photograph of the cloud. Very beautiful. May I have your permission to add the photo to this post?

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