Sorting pictures from this year, found this lovely gen
I had wrote a long entry about this trip, it seems to have vanished. At least I have the pictures.
In short, we stayed at a minshuku (lit. peoples inn) for this trip. I was never comfortable showering with a toilet…don’t ask.
We spent most of the time cycling around the island, but next time I’ll carry my Dahon as most Japanese rental shops do not have bicycles in my size.
As you can see, there are not many people on this island, so if you like serenity, the sea, and real Japanese culture, I highly recommend Kumejima
The second day at Kumejima was a day for cycling. Although I had prepared to take my folding bike on the plane, I decided I did not want any checked baggage on this trip and therefore left it behind.
We rented bikes at the island, and as to be expected, the bikes provided were not in the best condition. The only shop with nice bikes was closed, so we set out on single gear commuter bikes for the journey. These would have been fine minus one large climb on the island that required us to push the bikes uphill
The view from the top was…
Sugarcane, Kumejimas main export.
Cycling stats for the day.
Looking back I wish I had carried my own bike for comfort, but I still enjoyed the adventure. In total, the journey was 40km, it would have been another 10 if we went down the first path. However, that was a trip for another day.
A small break from the hustle of mainland Japan.
Kumejima is a small island about 100 miles from mainland Okinawa in Japan. This is a vacation to unwind from it all.
Day one was arrival. As with these small, far flung islands in Japan, the airport is open only 2-4 hours a day! After landing I waited for a taxi for about an hour for a ride to the village, I finally made my way to my minshuku (a bed and breakfast type inn). After opening the curtains, I was greeted by a rainbow over the sea.
After, I ate that the best restaurant I’ve ever been to in Japan, bar none.
It is very traditional Okinawan food, cooked perfection. After eating more than my fill, I strolled through the sugarcane fields and the village. As I enjoyed the smell of nature and cow manure, I realized that no matter how brief the trip was, I would enjoy it immensely.