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Originally published as Hokkaido Highway Blues,
with limited distribution in Canada, Will Ferguson's classic book
about Japan, for all fans of the bestselling Beauty Tips
from Moose Jaw.
With the same fervour they have for outlandish game shows and tiny
gadgets, the Japanese go nuts each spring when the cherry blossoms
sweep from island to island towards the country's northerly tip.
Will Ferguson was celebrating the event in the standard fashion.
And after way too much sake he announced he would be the first
person in recorded history to follow the blossom's progress end to
end. To make it a challenge worth doing, he'd hitchhike all the
way: relying on the kindness of some very weird and wonderful
Mixing his penchant for biting observation with wicked humour,
Ferguson starts at the southernmost tip of Cape Sata and heads
north for distant Hokkaido. Whether he is doing the forbidden and
not knowing it, or holding "conversations by non sequitur," it is a
journey full of misadventures and revelations. The resulting
travelogue is one of the funniest and most illuminating books ever
written about Japan.
To make matters worse, I decided to hitchhike. Striking a
heroic stance, I declared my intention to my Japanese friends to
become the first person ever to hitchhike the length of Japan,
end-to-end, cape-to-cape, sea-to-sea. This did not impress them as
much as I had hoped.
"Why would you want to do that?" they asked, genuinely puzzled.
"There is no reason to hitchhike. That's why we built the Bullet
Others worried about my safety. "But," I would argue, "Japan is a
very safe country, is it not?"
"Oh, yes. Very safe. Safest in the world."
"So why shouldn't I hitchhike?"
"Because Japan is dangerous."
And so on.
Now, I will admit that mooching rides across Japan is not a major
achievement - I mean, it's not like I paddled up the Amazon or
discovered insulin or anything - but I am the first person ever to
do this, so allow me my hubris.
When I left my home in Minamata City aboard a southbound train, I
felt suitably bold with my backpack and muscular thumb.
"I'm going to hitchhike the length of Japan," I told the man
He smiled and nodded.
"I'm going to follow the cherry blossoms."
"All the way to Russia," I said.
He smiled again, and soon after changed seats.
-from Hitching Rides with Buddha
From the Hardcover edition.