At that moment, the Chosen One learned a valuable lesson about iron claws... THEY HURT LIKE CRAP MAN!

And I remembered that back sprains hurt twice more when you lie down or try to turn. Combined with the fact that the room was swarmed with mosquitoes because of a hole in the bug screen.... And somehow instead of just quietly sucking me(!) and leaving me be, they insisted in always flying IN MY EARS, waking me up with a jolt and sending daggers of pain down my back... I must have slept like an hour, max, last night.


Anyways, I had already bought a ferry ticket, so I took it slow that morning, continued reading a book I had found at the hostel "The Last Templar", and took the ferry to Aomori.


Lets just say dragging a bike PLUS saddle bags around on a busted back isn't very pleasant.


Anyhoo, In Aomori, I got around to three bike places, but they were all closed because of O-Bon, the Japanese Halloween. The fourth place was opened, I told them to check my bike and take their time, as the doctor has said no riding for 2-3 days, and I also left him most of my packs, taking only bare essentials. After that, I went to, of course, an Onsen.


Well, I got a good wake up call, or rather "Welcome to Honshu" call, when I got asked to leave the onsen because of my tattoos. Four years in Hokkaido and that never happened. I Mind Tricked the staff member with my French, and he went away, but after that I didn't feel like staying anyways. Im in an Internet Cafe now, not the Tokyo-class, but good enough, with a padded cubicle for sleeping and drink bar. Smells like cigarette. Since there's only one floor, they cant ave smoking and non-smoking floors like those big places in Tokyo, but its cheap.


With a bit of luck, I'll be able to sleep well and tomorrow I'll take the train and bus to Osore-san, probably stay the night in Mutsu, and be back in Aomori the day after that, ready to pick up my bike and continue on my way. Thats the plan anyways, we will see what the force has in store for me....