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13 October 2026 · nearly 300 kilometres by motorcycle around Mount Fuji
Today, Mount Fuji directed the show. Nearly 300 kilometres by motorcycle, a deep-blue sky, panoramic roads — and that almost outrageously perfect cone kept reappearing. Sometimes large and close, sometimes like a quiet signature on the horizon.
A road with a view
It was a long ride, but never a monotonous one. The road wound through green country, opened one view after another and let Fuji step back into sight again and again. That is how nearly 300 kilometres stop being a number on the clock and become a sequence of images in the mind.
Tea, a witch’s hat and a door to elsewhere
High on a plateau was a tea plantation with a clear view of Fuji. Then the viewpoint became a small stage: rows of tea, a broom, a pointed hat and a freestanding door. To us it felt like a passage into another world — not an official interpretation, simply our own delightfully playful thought.
What else the camera brought back
The new sequence then changes tone again: shrine architecture, a quiet path and a small technical stop. I will not invent the shrine’s exact name; the forms, colours and light need no additional calling card.
At the end we arrived at the hotel. Nearly 300 kilometres lay behind us, Fuji had kept returning to our view — and a door in the middle of a tea plantation had quietly proved that even a long motorcycle day has room for nonsense, symbolism and a little witchcraft.
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