Nearly 18 hours later, I arrived at my first destination ever in, and the northern most point of, the land of the rising sun. From the air, lush swathes of greenscape roll out to the pristine blue sea. In the distance, Rishiri island beckons.
Within minutes of reaching Wakkanai city centre, a festival kicked off to the energetic drum beats.
The parade went on till night fall when eventually the winner was crowned. My jet lagged body got perked up by the unexpected chill. I hope the temperature doesn’t drop too much so I can camp on some of these days. Wish me luck.