There
were six of us in totally, we hired our bikes and set off; untrained
and unfit. The weather was in our favour, sunny but with a cooling
breeze. It really was a beautiful. The paths were made for cyclists
and smooth to ride on. The bridges that spanned the islands were
massive and each unique. We planned to make a night stop in Ikuchi
island, only 27km into our journey as we had used most of the day to
drive to the start from our respective homes. By the time we reached
the mishuku (cheap style B&B) our rears were saddle sore and our
legs like jelly. We made it to a small beach and soothed our aching
bones in the salty water, after which we ate, drank and slept like
babies.
Even
the next day, I'm not sure any of us had full confidence we would be
able to make the remaining distance, especially as we winced in pain
climbing into our seats to set off. But our determination
out-weighed the pain and we soon clocked up the kilometres. We sang
and kept going, only stopping to grab a drink or take a quick
snap-shot. The last bridge seemed to stretch on for ever and the
following 6km felt like 20km, but finally reach the final
destination. 49km in one day. It didn't hurt as much as it was
tiring but I think we all felt good having achieved such a challenge.
The reward, a well deserved bowl of steaming Onomichi Ramen (Chinese
style noodles in soup with pork belly).
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