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Tips, Perceptions, and Advices for Backpacking Japan

Tips

Most backpackers to Japan are probably more interested in visiting the bigger cities or cities with historical landmarks, travelling by public transportation, and staying in cheap accomodations. Backpacking by walking is the most strenuous, but yet liberating way to travel. Here are some things that I've learned during the 3 months that may help future backpackers.

One thing of note is I walked the country as an Vietnamese-American, and therefore, the Japanese may have just considered me another insane Japanese person with a backpack rather than a foreigner. Drivers will constantly look at me as though people just don't walk around with big backpacks in Japan. When people saw me up close, they could tell I wasn't Japanese based on my facial structure.


Perceptions

Opinions about the country.


Advices

The following are things I've heard and read about the country and are probably true based on my perception of Japan.


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Links

A 24-year old guy walks across Japan and has a free edited video to share with everyone.

Woman Walks Japan during 2001-2002.

A European man spends 109 days walking across Japan.


Entry 7

To this day I still don't know the name of the city, only that it was nicknamed "A New Hightech City." This was fairly a large city. Somewhere before the metropolitan area, I came across a university with a huge adjacent park.

The park would've been a great place to spend the night, but the day had enough hours to continue. There were some homeless people scattered throughout the park, but one person stood out like the full moon in the clear night sky. She was at the center of a small picnic shelter and all around her along the concrete benches were old magazines she had gathered. She never looked up, keeping her eyes hidden underneath her hat while she ate something from a can.

Magazines are very popular in Japan, and people are always browsing through magazines at convenience stores. What is it about the attraction of magazines? The escape from reality of a life isolated on a large island with nearly everyone living in such close proximity to one another?

I made it down to the beach and set up the tent next to a storage shack. This beach wasn't really open to the public, but I had to camp somewhere. I decided to return to the lady engulfed in a sea of magazines and donate some more of the money I had found a few days earlier at the edge of Tokyo after staying with a "homeless" friend.

As I walked through the park alone in the darkness with the dim lights shedding the way at times, tears began to form in my eyes. Had there really been any true hardships on this journey? Yes, but to think of the magazine lady and how living an empty life must be the toughest lesson to endure in this world. Everyday appeared to be identical with little expectation of change. But that wasn't just her, people who have comfortable lives or who are financially stable also faced that pain. I was so grateful to know I had the opportunity to be far from home. Home is not necessarily a physical place, but could be a state of mind: The feeling of being comfortable in the current surroundings. For the past 3 months, my home has been this journey.

Then the tears started falling like summer rain. I knew there were people who cared for me back home. My parents waiting for me to return safely. Everyday they worried about me sometimes to a point in which they couldn't sleep. And if I didn't have anyone thinking about me, who would I be? To reflect back and recognize the struggles to cross Japan by foot seemed so easy now when I realize someone is always sincerely cheering for me- hoping that I make it another day, and another, and another. Not giving up faith in me makes all the difference in the world.


Entry 8

Camping under Bridge in Aomori (next day whole city covered in first snow) Snowing in Aomori and buying ice cream. This morning was pretty miserable because of the high winds crashing down on my stakeless tent. I didn't bring stakes because I didn't check in my backpack at the Houston airport for fear it wouldn't arrive on the same flight, and most likely security wouldn't let me on the plane with pointy metal stakes. Arriving in Japan without my backpack would leave me naked as a newborn baby. I guess I could have purchased some stakes during visits to stores selling outdoor gear, but I had gotten by fine up to this point.

It was so windy that I got up and removed the poles and went back inside the tent and attempted to sleep inside of it as a bivy. The flapping of the tent material kept me awake, and at some point I decided to get up and move on.

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