This day would be my last cycling day. I was really looking forward to getting off the bike and taking a long needed rest. I've rode my bike almost all day for 13 straight days. I probably should have rested a day or so to recharge but I also wanted to get the ride over with. The first week was really fun. The roads were interesting and I was meeting people everyday. This week I have not met a single person on the road and I'm riding in heavy traffic all day. Riding on the sidewalk is a bummer.....so slow. I wonder what happened to all the people who were supposed to be going to Kyushu? I was now just peddling as fast as I could to the shinkansen(bullet train) station in Fukuoka (Hakata).
I took the 5 minute ferry ride across to Kyushu. Total cost was only 700 yen. (7dollars). After getting off the ferry I saw a sign that read 77 kilometers to Fukuoka. My last 77 kilometers. In the bible the number 7 is the number of completion. It was an appropriate sign. Once again I found myself having to ride on the side walk for most of the 77 kilometers. I hit another bump on the sidewalk and my back rack came crashing off my bike. I had 56k to go. This time it was broke for good. I put everything in my backpack and waved goodbye to my busted rack.
Fukuoka is the largest city in Kyushu. It felt so nice to wake up the next day and not have to ride the bike. I packed my bike up and headed for the train station. I rode a little over 1300 kilometers in 13 days.
