Pottering the usual path as usual @Hibikinada Cycle Road
Day 2 of the Long Holiday: Sunny weather After a long time, I rode my bicycle down the usual path as usual. Along the Shioiri River embankment, I found Tsukushi and was reminded of the Indonesian batik pattern by the red spots on the Itadori plant. Amid lush greenery, thistles were blooming. As I gazed at the group of them, I thought the name "Azami-No" (thistle field) was quite fitting. The wheat stalks that used to stand tall and sway in the wind have been cut down, marking the arrival of the "Autumn of Wheat." In one of the villages, there was a house with a watchdog tied to a long rope. He came out to greet me with a suspicious expression as I approached while whistling from afar. It seemed like he had aged quite a bit. At the motorcycle parking lot near Hatsuz Beach, dozens of large motorcycles were parked, and riders were chatting with each other, which was heartwarming to see. As I cycled along the coastal bike path, I passed by a breakwat...