Category: Listlessly Wandering
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OCTOBER, 2010 “I’ve left my i-phone in the toilet,” he said. It was okay. We were still at the hut. Ten days after my aborted foray deep into the Kurobe Gorge I was back at Asohara Onsen chomping at the bit for the trek up through the Shimo-no-rokka. My old hiking buddy Patrick had flown…
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SEPTEMBER, 2010 I didn’t drown. I didn’t succumb to claustrophobia or cave ins. There weren’t any bats. But at the other end of the long tunnel I sucked in the fresh mountain air like I’d just emerged from a week lost in the catacombs. More thrills followed in a leery section of trail cut out…
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SEPTEMBER, 2010 I’m crap at poker and chess. I fall for the sucker punch every time. It was the same story leading up to Silver Week 2010. With a clutch of days off just around the corner, the Weather Man and I were playing chicken. Who would blink first? Right at the last minute, amidst…
Willie Walks 
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