Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Several days of mad caching just to the north of Paris
Some pleasant walking through Tokyo, albeit at reduced speed.
A long run for Kas and a long walk for me.
Looking down from the heavens, and then looking up to them.
The Longest Day, but without John Wayne.
A long weekend in Japan’s capital while the good lady wife was doing some running jaunt.
Today was the day for going home. We got side-tracked on the way to the airport though.
Today was a day of preparing ourselves for the inevitable end of the holiday.