Bear Alert

 

Bears mark their territory by scratching at trees, the higher they scratch the stronger the signal they sent to other bears.......and us humans.  Gek is 5 foot nothing.  Whilst this is an old marking, the bear that made the marks must have been at least 8 feet at full stretch.

There had been a bear sighting in these woods the day before our visit, as recorded in the park's lodge visitors book.

 Mary-Ann on the alert, hoping to see a bear but a deer would have to do.

Bear Country

 Around Mtn. Asahidake is bear country.

 A bear had been spotted here a couple of days before.

 Back the human zone,

 with cultivation all around,

a manicured beauty.

Mount Asahidake - Snow and Steam

The cable car takes you up to just above the tree line.

It is cold up here, cold enough for there to be snow in the hollows all year round.  Gek was suitably attired complete with walking boots, unlike the rest of us.  I had to buy a plastic mac at the ground station to guard against the chilling wind.

The up and down climb to the lake and steaming geysers is pretty rough, requiring a lot of hand holding.  Mary-Ann sporting her new flat cap, a timely buy for this excursion into the mountains.

We were just above the cloud base, with the mist swirling in and out of the picture.  I had to be quick off the mark not to miss the brief windows of photographic opportunity.

Time for a picnic with hot coffee as the mist closes in.

Biei - The Pension Gallery

A great two night stop in a cottage Japanese style, eating and sleeping. Here is the gallery in the name.

And this is the art work.

Patchwork with threads sewn in to make the finer forms .

These pieces can take up to a month to create.

The artist, an octogenarian and still with a passion for her art.

My favourite piece which took a winter to complete. Size 18in by 12 in.  Each pink flower is a separate piece of material, all identically cut.  Amazing talent and patience she has.

Furano - The Lavender Fields

 Not just the purple lavender but other blooms.

As I was travelling the chair lift up, snapped this little lad on his way down, muttering to himself and gripping tight to the chairs support.  The grin of fear.

Better photos looking away from the tourist trap.

But you cannot avoid the  regimented ranks of flowers.  An English cottage garden it is not.

A much quieter place to be, out in the sticks.

Otaru - The Town

My little ray of sunshine in the rain.

A one street town which was over run by tourists disembarked from a huge luxury liner which docked here for a couple of hours.

A striking clock in a un-striking place.

Hakodate to Otaru

Turning off the main road with rumbling tummies, we chanced upon this Swiss look-a-like house

and a lovely cafe run by two charming ladies.

The toilet was worth a visit.  You have to know that this is the first stone age toilet we have visited in Hokkaido.  Every other toilet has been so high tech that they have an instruction manual on how to use them conveniently (get it?) pasted on the wall beside you to read as you sit contemplating the meaning of life.

This one had its own unique feature, a basin in the top of the cistern. The water you use to wash your hands provides the next flush.  This saves water where as the space age one wastes it.

The scenery around here is pretty nice too.

Hakodate to Matsumae Castle

A picnic in a scenic spot,

Just us and the birds.

The fort was build in 1606 by Matsumae Yoshihiro, it burned down in 1637 but was rebuilt in 1639. Later, modern defences were built on the site in 1850. The donjon of Matsumae Castle was 30 metres (98 ft) high. In 1875, the administrative building, three turrets, and an artillery position were torn down, before the remaining donjon and main gate burned down in 1949; it is now all a park.

At the back of the fort are a series of graveyards and associated temples.

Bit of a gloomy place.

But the temples were easy on the eye.

Back to the car.

Jacks - Japan One

Where ever I go, I am seeing Jacks. In Malaysia, Singapore and now Japan, on all sorts of products. Here, a lady clutching her bag watching body builders perform in Sapporo.

A school bag at Lake Toya.

A veritable feast of Union emblems here in Hakodate.

In the same shop.

Miles away in the lavender fields of central Hokkaido.

A well used phone case by a waterfall on the Shiretoko  Peninsular.

These are not the only ones spotted, some I missed.  Like the child's buggy with the Jack  hood, very bold it was, and the real flag used as a curtain by a lorry driver in back of his cab.  As we were closing at 100 km/hr, I will forgive myself for missing the latter.

Hakodate - With Singaporeans

 When in Japan with Singaporeans do what the Singaporeans do, eat well.

Tempura with prawn, cuttlefish, squid and 'fish'.  I am getting a taste for the pickled veggie too.

Hakodate - Transport

They have trams and more routes than Sapporo.

But how and why a Routemaster bus is here, lord alone knows. Now ending its days as a restaurant.