will i am's delayed diary

Our booking at the ryokan was inclusive of breakfast. When we got down at 8:00 AM, a tray of eggs, sausages, natto , spinach, bean sprouts and pan-fried salmon was waiting for us. Good, hearty food for a day of physical exertion ahead. At the cafe, we exchanged pleasantries with the Budget Uncle, who had his wife in tow. She had a mang zang face and didn't say much at all. When we told him that we drove, he was quite impressed. He waved us off to do whatever 'young people' did. Drove to the nearby Toyako Visitors Center to get on the Konpiriyama Crater trail . The sun was shining brightly but the air was relatively cool. For some reason, we were the only ones on the trail with the dandelions and bees. Highlights of the trail was the view of Lake Toya, a crater, a destroyed incinerator, and an abandoned house from the year 2000 eruption. On the way back ( it wasn't a loop, so we had to double back ), we spotted another fox! Back at the trail

In case all of you get sick of Hokkaido ( how can!? ), I'm posting a little breather here. A SpyCam post is always welcome I think. Spotted Back Brody during my lunch break at Avenue K. As you can see, with a V-shaped torso like that and such fair skin, he's definitely easy to spot. I think he works for one of the fashion retail stores nearby. Must be a healthy lad not to feel cold in such a revealing tank top. But if I had a physique like that, I would wear less too!

Four nights in Furano was really quite a stretch. All the major attractions had been covered so it was high time that we made a move. Breakfast was a simple affair with almond cake and bottled coffee. Before leaving for Lake Toya, we were supposed to attend mass at Furano Catholic Church ( the name is very straight to the point hor? ). Mass was supposed to be at 10:00 AM, but when we arrived, there was a notice at the entrance ( in Japanese of course ). The place seemed deserted, but we went in anyway. Didn't see a single soul. At about 9:45 AM, an old lady came in a taxi. She greeted us and when she saw the notice, she gave a little frown. Both the taxi driver and the old lady didn't speak English, but we kind of got the message that mass in Furano was cancelled and would be in Asahikawa instead. Opps. Too bad I couldn't experience mass in Japan. With that little disappointment, we went on our way to Lake Toya. Waved goodbye to the white-capped mountain views and