Day 76: The finish line
It is late and and I am sitting in my bunk in the heart of Tokyo. I have officially trekked from Osaka to Tokyo, loosely following the Tokaido road from history. It took me 10 weeks, with lots of stops along the way. It has been a long, surprising and complicated journey. By my rough math I have walked over 1000 kilometers, with about half coming from the trail itself, and the other from the constant exploration I was compelled to do on my off days. Hell, I'd walked over 150km before I even left Osaka. But, here I am. So many roads and places behind me. So many days of physical and mental pains. So many chance discoveries and new friends made along the way. I'm not sure how I thought I would feel when I got here, but depressed wasn't on the list of guesses. I had hoped that I would feel happy, or a sense of accomplishment after such a long and difficult challenge, but I am mostly just bummed out as it feels like the end of something great. There is still a lot