Was a good day anyhow. An eventless day in the bear country can't be a
bad day - Let me think that way.
Not having booked an accommodation for the night, we pitched a tent in
the popular campground in the township of Shibetsu. Too busy for my liking,
but Sayuri still preferred the (false) sense of security.
Place the pointer on the pic to see who visited highstreet of Shari, noon
Oct. 19.
Our favorite little restaurant in the town center of Shibetsu, Kameshiro
Shokudo.
A good variety of local gourmet for a very reasonable price. Highly recommendable.
H'kaido in Summer 6
A truly wonderful hideout, or the last stronghold of the survivors from
the ice age.
Sayuri did all that very well this afternoon, resulting in two exciting
hook ups. Well, I too did my best you know that.
Unlike those running up the rivers, Pink salmon are truly superb fighters
while they are still in the sea.
From late July to mid August they form small schools and cruise along the
shore. Catching them takes a bit of sighting skill as well as a quick,
accurate cast directly in front of the leading fish.
Looking east you see the not so distant silhouette of our 'northern territory'.
Shame we can not visit the islands now occupied by Russia. My heart goes
out particularly to those who were born, raised and expelled from there
overnight.
But we must remind ourselves of our priorities. Today is a day to subdue
the renowned gamefish, Karafutomasu, Pink salmon in saltwater.
All the tresspassers must receive his intensive inspection. No marijuana,
no cocaine and of course, strictly no konbu.
The specialty of Shiretoko's sea is Konbu, one of the largest sea weeds
and one of the best ingredients to make Japanese style soup.
Having spent the night in Nakashibetsu, we headed out east to Shiretoko.
Been here many times over but the view from the pass is always rewarding.
Mt. Rausu in the summer attire never fails to impress.
'10 H'kaido in Summer - 5An easy 15minutes' walk took us to the mouth of a tiny stream, Kamoiunbe.
It is yet anothe secret den of Oshorokoma. From the very first pool only 20 odd meters away from the Pacific shore it's literally a cast a bite, non stop.
A formidable looking vigilante guards the highly prized delicacy.
