A day trip from Hakodate to Onuma Koen
Hakodate is small. So small that it only has one department store and thats mostly closed down. Small enough that the main station which is where I am staying really only has 2 platforms. Small enough that most people stop here for a few hours and go up the top of the hill I ran up in the dark before moving on.
Aside from the nearby hill / mountain, the 2 tourist attractions are a western style fortress shaped like a star with moats for no apparent reason, or the hysterical leaf mecca of Onuma Koen.
Unfortunately, it is raining, snowing, sleeting, and raining, and cold as hell. So I thought the best plan was to go walk around a freezing lake and stare at leaves in the dull grey freezing weather and see if I could contract a severe case of hysteria.
Getting to the leaf zone was no issue, I have 1 spare day out of 6 planned on my excellent value east south hokkaido jr east and some areas of west but not west shinkansen and also some private lines but not nikko pass. Seriously these passes are confusing, but on any 6 days in a 2 week period I can ride any JR trains for that day anywhere between Sapporo and Tokyo.
So even though its only 30 minutes each way, without the pass that would have been $30, and I would not have bothered. With the pass I can get soaking wet for 'free'.
Once I got off at the station, it was raining hard. Then it snowed really hard! Nothing was open yet. I paced around pretending I wasnt wet, and a fried things on sticks smoking cafe opened. The good news was that I was their only customer, and they served hot cocoa. So I sat and had that for 30 minutes and stared at the really heavy snow / rain combination hybrid HELL STORM raining down on the parking lot.
Unfortunately, a bus pulled up full of old Japanese men, who walking framed there way in to eat some fried dough on sticks and chain smoke whilst hacking up a lung each. The place filled with smoke fast, I had to leave!
Japan has a serious lung cancer problem, in every train bits of lung are flying across the carriages and I am convince each time someone will die and the traiin will be delayed.
I decided to follow the walking trails in the rain, and thankfully it soon let up a little, enough that I could hide under falling leaves and convince myself I was not wet. The great thing was because of the weather, it was just me.
Even though I am too late for real hysteria by a couple of weeks, I still thought the place looked amazing. More so when you realise they basically built it, and even more so when you realise it was completely destroyed multiple times by volcanic eruptions, see photos below! Unfortunately due to the very low cloud I could not photograph leafs plus lakes plus lava for the LLL combo.
I had a bit of time to kill before my train, so I went to the morning wet market. And looked at squid.
Turns out there are multiple buildings unconnected that are all part of the wet market general area of fish smelling dead things.
This is what greeted me at Onuma, dull, bleak, wet, closed.
These are real dead Hokkaido bears taxidermied however you spell that. They are taller than me. I was confident there were none roaming around this AAA certified tourist zone.
Then, epic snow for a long time.
Still snowing, but I thought I would set off into the snow and rain and take photos with my freezing hands anyway.
But it did look awesome. I imagine it would be at its best, 2 weeks earlier, with sunshine, and snow. I am not asking for much.
There are lots of little islands with the trees planted on them linked by bridges.
There are also ducks. On nicer days most people row a boat around and get off on the little islands and cough up a lung whilst eating cuttlefish and cheese snack.
Well, thats a broken rule. A tourist bridge that is not red.
More view.
2 bridges that are not red.
Photo of the day I think.
Rain had all but stopped by now.
I think there are about 12 bridges in total that I went over. Some were very slippery even though there was no ice. They would be deadly with ice on them.
Also in winter, all these lakes freeze and you can ice skate, ride snow mobiles, shoot bears.
I believe all this is somewhat man made, and needs constant dredging, there were 3 such areas being repaired with heavy machinery.
The visitor centre had some excellent images of the last volcanic eruption, this was taken just an hour or so after. As you can see everything is destroyed.
The mountain, which I photographed yesterday, has erupted over 50 times since the 17th century, and is closed to hikers. It last erupted in 2008 which significantly changed the shape of the summit area, but did not destroy the leaf viewing lake area like previous eruptions.
Exploring the Hakodate fortress at night
Apart from a brief period between coffee and train station tomorrow morning, tonight is officially my last chance to freeze to death on my holiday.
Probably my last chance to freeze until next winter in Melbourne, although you never know, maybe I have to go to somewhere else in the northern hemisphere between now and then.
Sendai is my next stop, and it was 19C there today, practically shorts weather.
Hakodate did not disappoint, still 0 degrees. But it tricked me. Late in the afternoon the rain stopped, so I set out for a long walk through the dark abandoned streets. At precisely the furthest point of my travel from anywhere, it started raining.
So not only did I manage to freeze, I managed to get wet again, also hopefully the last time on this holiday.
This evening I walked to the western fortress which is pentagram shaped and has a tower built near it for tourists to pay $10 to go up and gawk at the pentagramness of the fortress below.
The area where this fortress is can be considered the other city centre of Hakodate. It is smaller than the one I am staying at, but I had to visit anyway to make sure.
It takes nearly an hour to walk there, and there is even another department store there, but its mainly karaoke bars and pachinko parlours, and of course a fortress.
According to over 300 signs I have seen advertising the bullet trains arrival to Hakodate, this fortress is the only one of its kind in the northern part of Japan that is made of concrete. So rare!
It was built by the Japanese under the guidance of the French to protect the city from possible invasion by the Russian navy.
The only time it saw action was as part of a Japanese civil war. So as usual everyone is afraid of the Russians when the real enemy is within.
Today the fortress is famous for cherry blossoms. Well not today, wrong season, tonight it had a group of joggers running around it, just about the only other people I saw all night.
Hakodate is the type of city where people go hang out at the giant supermarket, which they drive to. I was out at 5:30pm and there were no people, so they do not walk home from work, they all drive.
Because everyone drives there are petrol stations. However Japan likes its petrol fresh, and has installed an oil refinery at the pump.
After about an hour of walking, I came to a main street of sorts. It had lights. There were a few places to eat along here, but mainly small bars, closed off from the street.
I found the other department store, and was able to enter just before closing time at 7pm. It seems they make their own clothes here, on a loom.
The quality of this store is highly questionable. You may recall previous amazement on my behalf at basement food halls in Japan. This is what we get in Hakodate. I think they have learned from the Russia of old. Line up for bread, when bread runs out, go home.
The brightest and biggest thing around is the karaoke bar. I saw some guys come out of here DRUNK, drunk enough to be staggering in the traffic. At 7:30pm.
You might recall last night I took a photo inside hamburger chain store Lucky Pierrot, and commented on how big it was, and that there were other identical stores within a few hundred metres of each other.
They are everywhere, heres a map on one of their stores. They have 15 stores in Hakodate, a city of barely 200,000 people. Your choices for dinner in Hakodate are Lucky Pierrot, the convenience store, or raw fish they couldnt sell earlier in the day.
The fortress. It is dark here, so I used my night vision goggles.
This is the tourist tower for the observation of the former fortress culturally significant sakura viewing area platform. Closed as far as I could tell. Not that I was going to pay the fee anyway.
I managed to find a non Lucky Pierrot meal. This is a multi level food village opposite the fort, I elected for ramen again, but only because they had one thats different.
It is half noodle, half bean sprout, with lots of mushrooms and wood fungus. It was excellent. Very happy with my choice.
Final photo for the night, if you dont feel like hanging out at the supermarket, you can pick one of the many many huge drug stores with parking areas that are found all over the city. I dont understand how the population can keep all of these going.
Taking the Shinkansen under the sea from Hakodate to Sendai
Now I herald my arrival to Sendai. My second to last stop, and my last new city as my last city is Tokyo which was also my first city and also a city I have visited many times unlike Sendai which I have not visited before.
To get from Hakodate to Sendai, requires 2 trains and an ocean crossing, on the train. There is a tunnel under the ocean, and under a mountain on each side, it is over 50km long, and is about 100 metres below the ocean floor, and travels through volcanoes in an earthquake prone region.
Despite how awesome that sounds it was boring, it is only the second best under ocean crossing in Japan that I have performed personally, the best was the Shimonoseki to Kita-Kyushu under sea pedestrian tunnel from my trip this time last year.
I am sure the people of Hakodate would be devestated to learn this news, as its all they have. I also declared the hill that looks over Shimonoseki to be superior to the hill that looks over Hakodate. Its like I have a personal vendetta.
I dont have a personal vendetta, in fact I thought Hokkaido was excellent, I would like to go there again, with a car, in warmer weather, and climb lots of closed volcanoes. That will be when you get to hear the term pyroclastic flow on the news again, every few years the news writers grab ahold of that term and news readers get to say it endlessly.
The next time you hear pyroclastic flow will be when I have been pyroclasticized in Hokkaido, also the name of my upcoming live album of christmas favourites.
Todays double train journey was less frusrating than the previous one, but overall it was still 3.5 hours. You have to change trains at Shin Hakodate, which is in a farmers field 25km north of the city.
Then on the bullet train, an old woman with all kinds of parcels piled high sat in front of me, and fell asleep. And when the train would tilt to go around corners, her pile would topple. She would then say things to me and look angry as I helped her reassemble her pile. On the third such toppling she moved seats, on an all reserved seating train.
Then we stopped at a station, and of course she was in the seat of someone who just boarded, so more grumbling, and she had to return to sit next to me and talk more crap about how rude I am to herself.
I presume one of the announcements on the train today was an apology from the conductor for all the foreigners (me and only me) on the train today.
In my brief jog through the frozen streets of Hakodate before leaving this morning, I stopped to examine a skill tester game. The prizes are a plastic crab, or a rubber fish. I spent 3000 yen but failed to win a new pet.
A bit more of the 'factory' area which is tourist shops and starbucks. This time featuring leaves of course.
This is Hakodate station, all of it. A rail official asked me to go back downstairs.
Shin Hakodate station, it really is in a farmers field, nice view though.
And from the bullet train level you can see some ice on top of the hill. That ice was not there when I arrived here a couple of days prior.
This is my bullet train. I think I have taken the same style long nose strange green colored one on a previous trip or maybe even this trip, I forget.
There is an awesome view to admire, here it is. A concrete wall inches from your window.
And now I am going under the sea in the Seikan tunnel. It is just like all other tunnels through mountains, only after a while the windows fogged up, due to all the sea water sloshing about being melted by the hot brakes on the train.
First gap in the view defeating wall on the Honshu side I snapped a photo, here it is. Already looks warmer.
The wall was lowered a bit where there was nothing to see, such as here.
One of two major cities along the way is Morioka, the platform is elevated so there is a view, I celebrated with a photo.
And another, looks nice and colorful outside.
And now, here I am in Sendai. Thats my hotel on the right, basically joined onto the station, another Daiwa Roynet, next door to the Yodabashi. I would say the location is perfect. Even has a seven eleven in the foyer for me to get money out of an ATM at.
My room. They all look the same now, but Daiwa Roynet has probably been nicer than APA.
I love their room keys, they print you a new one when you check in, with all your details on it, its disposable. They always work. The stupid magnetic cards I get at hotels across Australia fail at least once per week.
The Sendai station doesnt look like much on the outside, but I was quite amazed at how large it is underneath. Never seen so many restaurants in a station, theres more here than in Shinjuku.
One of the busy streets from an overpass, there are overpasses going everywhere.
I was starving, so I had a waffle. Seriously, I ate that. A common feature of dessert places in Japan is to cover things with strings of icing like on my waffle. Its actually a bit of an illusion, there is cream and ice cream under the icing.
The nut looking things are chestnuts, I think. They are soft with a very unusual texture.
I did not really enjoy my waffle, I am not a waffle person. I only enjoy waffles when they are served to me by a creepy old nazi fellow who spends 23 minutes explaining to me in slow motion how he killed people and has an inbred family and thats why his waffles are genuine.
Discovering the covered shopping streets of Sendai
Sendai has lots of lights, and lots of shops, and lots of warmth, too many restaurants, lots of people, and no tourists besides myself that I can recall seeing.
I am here for 3 nights, there is no shortage of places to wander around of an evening and do nothing. Perhaps more than there appears to be in Sapporo.
Sapporo has a lot more underground and a larger city area, Sendai has densed it all together above ground and added lighting. I think its better than underground, but I think that when its not cold. Once its below say, 3 degrees, underground is awesome.
The main food of choice in Sendai, this cities famous food that every Japanese city has its version of, is grilled beef tongue. They grow cows here, cut their tongues out, and throw the rest of the cow away.
The only beef you can buy is tongue, any other part of the cow is inferior and should be avoided at all costs.
Strangely absent in Sapporo were the cars driving blocks with loud speakers blasting political messages. They are back. As was a new kind of solo message screaming blonde haired boy, photo below.
There is also another big boss guitar store to add more anger on top of my building anger about how terribly terribly pathetically historically bad Australian guitar stores are in comparison.
Then to talk about the weather, it is about 10C at night, so still cool enough for my jacket, but there is no need to walk around with my hands in my pockets, which makes me look dodgier than I already look by walking around in the same pair of camo pants for days at a time.
Covered mall number 1 of many. Higher quality than all those that have come before it, even including Kyoto.
Idiot screaming on the corner, with his poor friend holding the flag. He had no one paying him any attention, so I did. However I think given the flag he was probably screaming about people like me and how we should be executed for polluting their superior gene pool.
Another covered shopping street, this one has trees inside, and an apple store, but no apple trees.
Eventually it becomes quasi outdoor, with the roof coverings only running down each side.
Running off the sides of all these are plenty of bright lights featuring slightly less family friendly establishments, and pet shops.
You can also stand in the middle of the road and look at the leaves, only they are not lit up here, no colors of the night.
Then I got attacked by a pedobear. A huge pedobear. Also his new friend, pedobunny.
For dinner I went to my old favourite Ootoya. You can find these in other countries too, I always get the same thing which I think is tofu, or chicken, or fish, or a blend of all three deep fried, I have no idea what it is, the lotus root is what appeals to me for some reason.
Final street mall is the christmas tree mall.
Now for some impressive street corners and buildings, contrasting with my memories of Hakodate last night and its karaoke bar.
Uniqlo has their christmas lights in full beaming lightness already.
Taxis wait in line at the station, I am able to stay away from them by using the complex assortment of pedestrian overpasses.
The local loft building is enormous, and has a cake buffet.
Wow, Din Tai Fung. Have I been to one in Japan before? I genuinely cant remember. The map shows they have them in 10 cities here now. I have definitely been to one in China, Singapore and Korea. I dont know how much it is here, I probably wont find out because even though its quite late, there was a line and a 30 minute wait.
Time for a quick lap of the Tokyu Hands to look at the magnetic sand penis.
And as a bonus, here is my seven eleven dessert. It has mandarin in it, that I knew. I had no idea what the white jelly was. But given the low number of calories in the whole thing I was not expecting sweet.
It was almost flavourless white jelly.
Perhaps this is where the non tongue parts of the cow went, to the flavourless white jelly convenience store dessert factory.
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jenny on 2016-11-04 said:
Sendai looks like my kind of town. Only been in the station passing through before. the kid with the blond hair and the megaphone looks like a right wing maniac - Japanese Nazi, though I think he is a bit confused with the blond hair.
adriana on 2016-11-04 said:
nice blue sky today.
Hiking along the canyon from Omoshiroyama to Yamadera
Today I had to wave the white flag and retreat back down a mountain I did not even intend to climb.
The plan was to go to a remote station with a train once every 3 hours and hike along a very popular tourist friendly ravine then along a road to the next station where there is a series of temples up a 1000 step path up a different mountain.
It is Saturday, the weather is amazing, my train was packed full of everyone else doing the same thing.
I got off with everyone else at Omoshiroyamakogen, and we all wondered why the train only makes 3 stops here a day, especially on weekends. Lots of other trains go past but they do not stop, more on that later because that situation is idiotic.
So I am standing looking at the map of the ravine, thinking to myself its really not very far, and an overly excited and happy American who is there with his 3 young friends charges over to me, and without asking any other question, proceeds to excitedly yell, 'WHAT CHURCH DO YOU BELONG TO?!?!???!!!'
My answer, none, get lost. The way his face went from a huge smile to sadness was perfect. Not another word was spoken between us.
I now decided to alter my plans, and climb the mountain, instead of walking along the ravine with a thousand other people. If time permitted, I would come back down the mountain, then walk along the ravine (assuming enough remaining light), then jog along the road in the dark to the next station where the trains are more frequent.
Big day! Luckily I had water and calorie mate.
The sign suggested the mountain would take 4 or 5 hours up and back.
So off I set, excited. The I slipped and removed skin from one knee, then I did the other, I had gone only a few hundred metres, it was so slippery going up the creek which I assumed, pay attention now... I assumed was the path.
Then I broke the thing on my camera that holds the strap on, its metal but still it snapped, and so my camera went flying. After I slid down to get it, still holding the strap and case in my hand, surprisingly the camera was still fine. I have been thinking for years I will smash the camera soon. It buzzes and does weird stuff sometimes but still works.
I kept trying to get up this steep rock waterfall / creek, which was moss, icy water and billions of leaves. After slipping and sliding a few more times, I decided to give up, a few hundred metres in well over an hour!
Now to get down, that was fast, I slid down and got very wet, and used my bum to slow my descent. I am not sure how I didnt wear through my Chinese army pants.
I was now within site of being back at the road where the sign pointed to the start of the path, and I saw two other people start the climb (presumably they came by car as no train had come), and thats when I saw it, no more than 10 steps from the road, the path went hard right, it did not follow the icy slippery dangerous creek I had battled for hours. Why do I keep missing obvious paths at the very start of each journey?
So I was defeated! I lost the battle with the mountain, there was now no time, instead I enjoyed the ravine almost to myself, then ran along the road to the next station, then climbed the 1000 steps, and took way too many photos in the excellent weather.
Since returning I have transferred the strap from the right side of my camera to the left side, so its good to go again!
Now what will I be doing tomorrow then? I will be returning to this station, and climbing the mountain I never originally intended to climb, ensuring I turn right 10 steps from the road!
I may have lost the battle but I will not lose the, yeah you know how that goes.
I did my best to cut as many photos as possible from below!
What a great day, no cloud, very blue sky, to the ravine, or mountain, or actually the ravine!
The train leaves later than I would like, so I had to wander around the huge very busy station looking at stain glass windows.
It is a small unattended station in between two long tunnels. The express train back took way longer than the local train there as it kept stopping in random spots where theres 2 tracks to let trains going the other way pass. Stopping for 10 minutes at a time, instead they should just stop at the stations and pass at stations and go to the station that everyone wants to go to more often. Station.
There will be colors today. And views, lots of views.
Just some of the tourists enjoying the colors. I think at least 300 people got off at the station, most are descending below this bridge into the ravine to enjoy the views. (Color / Station / View).
So I decided instead to go up the mountain first, or instead, depending on time. Missing the path was silly, I do it a lot, and dangerous, sliding down was kind of uncontrollable, but fun!
This is near the point I decided to turn around. White flag waived. Nice colors.
More colors from a place on a mountain nowhere near any path.
Last one of these, perhaps no human has been here before!
And back by the road is the actual path, with people going up, and steps and ropes. I was annoyed at myself. I blame the leaves, I was obviously dazzled by their amazing colors and suffered from temporary sign eclipsia.
Oh well, into the ravine we go, no chance of getting lost here.
There are 4 waterfalls to admire, with leaf colors.
It is rocky and a little slippery, but they have cut a very good path into the rocks.
A rare sighting of another human. You cross the river at least 10 times on bridges of various construction. This guy was just hanging around all day with his tripod waiting for his favourite leaf to be illuminated just how he wants it.
More bridges.
And a fun bouncy suspension bridge, with some of the rotten wood replaced, but not all of it. How do they decide when its rotten enough to replace? When someone falls through presumably.
More colors and path. Not much else to say.
Cameras still do not do bright sky and dark ravine anywhere near as well as the human eye.
Nice path.
Another waterfall. The internet is full of photos using light filters or ND filters I think they are called to make the water look like milk, cause thats the only use for the filters they bought.
Looking back.
Bright sun now, making photos even trickier. Good view though. I wish my camera had a viewfinder to look at the view though.
Another one looking back.
This one is here because you can see the train track at the top. I stood hoping a train would come past, none did.
Last one from in the ravine.
One last bridge and then steps to get out.
Last part is a small tunnel, too low to stand up straight in.
From up here I could see tomorrows mountain which defeated me today.
Now a 5km run down this nice road through a forest. Very refreshing. My damp bum provided a cooling influence behind me.
Sometimes the forest got out of the way of an excellent view.
Another awkward selfie.
Getting close to the town of Yamadera now, such great views.
The temple and tourists, thousands of them. The stairs up the mountain side were slow going as lots of old people are making the ascent.
You have to keep Japanese Jesus happy with paper windmills and little dolls.
I studied the map, it did not look far. I had read about how this is a soul destroying climb. Pffft. You can even buy a stick and have it stamped at each temple on the way up.
I pushed to the front of the queue of people taking photos of this tree with tripods, ladders and huge cameras.
One of the temples.
Another one, and the one with the best view, but not the top one, which did not have such a great view, hence I return to this one later, dont worry you will understand.
Great view.
The top temple photo didnt even make it onto the page, instead, heres the viewing deck and lots of people in the temple with a view.
The view away from the preferred side for view, viewing the view towards the city of Yamagata.
Todays best view, word of the day is view, it trumped ravine which I thought would be word of the day.
The temple town of Yamadera is nice, you can go and splash in the open sewer.
And whilst waiting for the train, tomorrows mountain stares at me, mocking my failure.
I typed todays update really fast because the train back took so damn long and I am starving, hope it makes sense! Maybe I will even re read it and update it later to include more uses of the word view.
The dining options of Kokubuncho in Sendai
After getting back from the ravine view day on the late train, I was starving. As soon as the photos were uploaded and I had typed some nonsense it was time to hit the road again in search of a meal.
My right knee is quite sore from sliding and slipping on it today, photo evidence below, hopefully its ok tomorrow for the mountain climb.
This evenings route took me into the station to find dinner as quickly as possible, having only eaten calorie mate during the day, then I did a big loop around the shopping area of the city, which is dense but compact, and ended up in the real red light district.
In Sendai this is called Kokubuncho, but it is referred to as bunbun on all the 'establishments' and therefore all the girls are bunnies.
The average evening in Sendai involves schoolgirls changing into half naked bunny costumes and making men buy them $20 glasses of water whilst buying themselves $20 glasses of Vodka / Sake / Highball (whatever the hell that is) whilst the girl wiggles her bunny tail at you after you pay $100 for the hour.
To entice you into these establishments, boys too young to go inside are instead provided weird looking suits, perms for their blonde hair and pointy shoes to stand in the street and look tough handing out flyers.
Then once you are drunk enough, the African guys with diplomatic immunity will suddenly appear, and explain to you how much the bill is, and produce a wireless credit card machine for you to settle the 'exit fee'. Unlike nearly all other credit card reading machines in Japan, the African mafia ones take every card, no problem.
I think the last bit of that involving the Africans only happens to white guys, they leave the Japanese alone.
Anyway, my vice was a coke zero and taking photos of the street and wearing the same camo pants that I slid down a muddy hill in earlier.
Immediate dinner required. The place I selected had a sign out the front with a nice looking grilled chicken breast salad. So I ordered that. They have run out...apparently. Instead I was told to select the combo super awesome special deal.
This occurred only after I was seated and had drunk the free water. So I tried to select healthy things in the combo deal, 1/2 serve pasta and 1/2 serve gratin was on offer. What came out was a cheesey (there it is, the title reference!) and oily mess.
I guess it was quite delicious, but I wanted healthy!
You notice in Japan that no matter where you are, they have these blind person tiles everywhere. They have them inside some shops even. I am still waiting to find one to follow up a mountain. I can never find the path even though I am not blind.
Anyway, I like to walk on them, its a free foot massage, and whilst doing so I jumped out of the way of a blind person. Then I wondered, what happens when two blind people meet?
When their canes smack together do they stop and discuss blind people interests? Or is it a fierce rivalry to prove you are the superior blind person?
There once was a ridiculous movie involving a blind guy doing kung fu.
Now I have selected my dinner for tomorrow night. The bottom thing, which I am sure is mapo tofu.
The reason I want it - on the window they have a huge matrix chart where you can choose how much numbing Sichuan Pepper and how much spicy Chilli you want. Bottom right quadrant of the matrix for me.
Red light district main street.
Sign explaining the bunbun bunnyness of the area.
Heading back to the hotel after my long loop around the city.
Heres my knee. The sore part is not where the skin is missing, its on the side. Must have bruised it except I dont bruise. It does not hurt when walking anyway. Thats enough about my injuries.
Tonights dessert, green tea flavoured fake cream in a cup. I love anything green tea flavoured. It tastes just a little bit like dirt, mixed with grass.
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adriana on 2016-11-05 said:
Love the ravine photos. Try not to fall down any more mountains.
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jenny on 2016-11-04 said:
Sendai looks like my kind of town. Only been in the station passing through before. the kid with the blond hair and the megaphone looks like a right wing maniac - Japanese Nazi, though I think he is a bit confused with the blond hair.
adriana on 2016-11-04 said:
nice blue sky today.