Wednesday February 11th, 2015 – Planes, Trains, and…

Going to start breaking the trip down into single days in an effort to keep the ball moving forward here a bit more…


We woke early and caught the train to the Kansai Airport where we hopped on a flight to the New Ishigaki Airport.

Once in Ishigaki, we took a bus to the port where we boarded a ship to take us to Iriomote-jin. Not before purchasing a really delicious burger though. Note to self: if you ever have a ‘home’ again – keep wasabi on hand not just for sushi, but as a burger condiment as well.

Seriously, wasabi is an amazing burger condiment!
Seriously, wasabi is an amazing burger condiment!

For those keeping track, on this single day, Mark and I availed ourselves of the following means of transportation:

  • Feet
  • Train
  • Plane
  • Boat
  • Bus
  • Water Buffalo

Catch that one did you? Yeah. Water buffalo. There’s a smaller island just off of Iriomote (called Yubu Island). The intervening distance is pretty shallow and somewhere in the past, the locals realized that they could lead carts across to the island being pulled by water buffalo. Fast forward a few decades and the transportation method is mostly a tourist trap, but what the hell? We were tourists, and it seemed fun, so away we went.

Maybe not OUR trusty steed, but one just like it...
Maybe not OUR trusty steed, but one just like it…

It was a very good call. While crossing, our host even played a little live music on his… banjo? Lute? Not sure what to call it. Ok music peeps – educate me.

The cart had a ‘privacy panel’ which the driver lifted to shield us from the view when the water buffalo did its business. We both had a good chuckle about that.

On the island itself there was an impressive amount of things to do given the size of the island. A gardens area, a restaraunt, and the home for the water buffalos all were packed on the island which couldn’t have been much bigger than a fistfull of city blocks.

Mark and I turned in our coupons for a free glass of pineapple juice. It was delish. Fresh as it gets. We also debated trying the regional funky ice cream flavor*, but decided against it in favor of some pork and noodles soup at the restaraunt. Quite tasty, but too much grissle for my liking.

I've always loved soups, and Japan is a country that shares that love.
I’ve always loved soups, and Japan is a country that shares that love.

We left the tiny island the way we came – we caught the last water buffalo out of town. I just like saying that.

Back on the bus, we continued on to our home for the night. We made it in time for dinner and a show – more live music with the same sort of instrument – this time by our new friend Aki (short for Akiro). Aki proved to be a great resource and Mark talked to him a good deal about our upcoming trek and safety precautions as Aki had done the traverse several times. I believe he also caught the fresh fish we ate for dinner. Aki? He’s kinda a renaissance guy.

Aki - fisherman, musician, and trekker.
Aki – fisherman, musician, and trekker.


*That’s a thing in Japan. It seems like wherever you go there’s a regional flavor that they make into pretty much everything, and they start with ice cream. I’m certain (though I haven’t seen it yet myself) that there’s a region who has the flavor (and thus the ice cream based on) “seaweed”.



Landing In Japan

Prepare yourself for an adventure in Japan!
Prepare yourself for an adventure in Japan!

Monday, February 9th, 2015

For all intents and purposes, I spent all of Monday in the air. Yay for international flights and time zone shifts!

I arrived at Tokyo International Airport (NRT) and headed straight for my hotel. I’d arranged for the room in advance, and I’m seriously glad I did. There had been a problem with my flight taking off from LAX. One of the engines was problematic and a piece needed to be replaced. That meant a six hour delay for departure.

While that’s annoying, it didn’t really mean much to me. My next flight was the following day, and I already had my hotel room booked, so no big right? Well, a number of the folks on my flight were just laying over, and now all of them had to be put up for the night (near the airport) while the airline scrambled for a way to make things right for them.

When the pilot announced that they would be putting people up in rooms for the night, I noted that he said that some of them would have to stay as far as an hour away from the airport because everything nearby was booked.

Did I mention that I was glad I’d booked my room in advance?

Tuesday, February 10th, 2015

Everything is better with coffee...
Everything is better with coffee…

I woke early, jumped on a shuttle back to the airport, and checked in for my flight to Osaka. Specifically, I was headed to Kansai International Airport.

Checking in with Peach proved a bit interesting because everything was, well, backwards. You check in where everyone else is Arriving, and their departure gate is completely off on its own and was closed when I got there.

Still, I managed to get my butt on the plane in time for departure and all was well. The flight was great, and I even managed to get a great pic of Mount Fuji thanks to the anonymous guy sitting next to me.

The pilot announced Mt. Fuji and everyone started looking out the window and taking photos. I was on the aisle for the leg room. When the guy in my row who was sitting in the window looked back at me and saw I had my phone out, he gestured a “would you like me to do it?” and I nodded emphatically.

“Arigato gozaimasu.” I said when he handed it back. He did quite a job:

Mt. Fuji from my flight between Tokyo and Osaka
Mt. Fuji from my flight between Tokyo and Osaka

My flight landed fairly early and that gave me some time to get situated before meeting up with Mark that evening, so I decided to make my way to our ryokan(1).

First tricky part to that was figuring out the train system (which thankfuly butted right up to the airport). There was a cute gaijin who had been following the same route as me from the airport (we both wound up going a bit the wrong way) and we had a brief discussion about the chaos we found ourselves in.

Shortly thereafter, I managed to get myself on board the right train and headed in the right direction. Amazingly, I managed this without error. I even had time to snap a couple pics of an interesting art installment which was made with tickets from the railway system.

An interesting art installment which was made with tickets from the railway system.
An interesting art installment which was made with tickets from the railway system.

I met a nice family who were tourists themselves when I offered to take the picture so that Grandpa could be in it as well. As fate would have it, Grandpa spoke some english and far better than I speak japanese, so we had a nice (if brief) chat.

I jumped off the train at Izumisano and found my way to our ryokan. It was too early to check in, and the japanese have their rules(2), so instead I just dropped off my big bag and decided to walk around town a bit.

Feeling a bit peckish, (hey, I don’t come by this dainty physique easilly) I decided my first stop would be some food. I backtracked a bit to the train station in Izumisano and stopped into a place called London Bakery. After watching the crowd for a couple of minutes to determine the ‘process’ involved in ordering, I realized that you a. grab a tray and tongs from there, pick the items you want and add them to your tray, then take them to the counter to pay for them. I did so, and additionally requested “Coffee” which (the gods bless me) sounds enough in japanese as it does in english so I’m able to get that through.

Breakfast in London Bakery - In Izumisano Japan
Breakfast in London Bakery – In Izumisano Japan

The ‘sandwich’ is a bread with egg baked into it and noodles stuffed into the center (welcome to Japan!). The pastry in the back is a simple bread with cream cheese and blueberry core. The coffee was delicious.

I was a little surprised and disappointed to find that London Bakery didn’t have a wifi connection available to customers, so I started roaming in order to find one. Then I kept wandering.

A quick (and not entirely accurate) map of my walk.
A quick (and not entirely accurate) map of my walk.

The walk reached its pinnacle when I reached Rinku Pleasure Town. No, it’s not that. It’s a giant mall. I’d been winding my way there for a while because I’d seen a giant ferris wheel stretching above the building tops. In a foreign city? Don’t speak the language? Why wouldn’t you seek out the giant ferris wheel?

Ferris wheels apparently draw me like a moth to a flame.
Ferris wheels apparently draw me like a moth to a flame.

I really enjoy walking in a new town. I do this when I’m working, and this seemed an even better time for such things. After a bit though, I made my way back to the ryokan, checked in officially, retrieved my hoodie (it was getting chilly – even for me) and jumped back on a train bound for Osaka.

Once I exited the train in Osaka, I made my way to Nanbantei – a yakatori(3) place Mark and I agreed to meet at. I was a bit ahead of schedule (Mark had to work a full day at the office before heading to Osaka) but I wanted to put a pin in the mental map and be sure where I was headed later. Then I could wander with peace of mind.

Wandering around Osaka
Wandering around Osaka

I have to tell you – there’s something mind boggling about meeting up with your best friend on the far side of the planet. Wandering the back streets of Osaka only to step out into the light long enough to catch your buddy’s attention, then duck back down the alleys to a fantastic meal eaten at a table filled with strangers? Yeah. It was like that.

We didn’t stay in Osaka long. We had early travel plans for the following morning and we needed to get the proverbial move on, so we pretty much just ate and jumped on the train back to Izumisano Station. Mark commented on how funny it was that I needed to show him where to go. The guy has lived in Japan quite a bit over the years, and here I am on my first real day in Japan and I’m the one who knows the way.


  1. Traditional japanese inn. See wikipedia for more info.
  2. This may be a post for another time. Mark and I have had some interesting discussions about the ‘rules’ in Japan and how you just do. not. break. them.
  3. Think “meat on sticks”.


Edited to Add: Gallery!

The Japanese Adventure Begins!

Room Snacks

A breakdown of the trip thus far as copied from (I plan to put all Japan trip posts here, but started it out over there)…

Friday February 6th, 2015

Left northern Florida (JAX) via Southwest. Stopped in DEN and then on to LAX where I was met by my buddy Jason who swept me off to his place to crash. The slight headcold / congestion did very little to dampen the experience.

The Denver stop was a bit of a tease. I have some really great people in Denver and I’ve been wanting to go for a visit for some time now. So being in their city and not able to visit was a touch frustrating. I, of course, find this to be one of those scenarios where “If that’s my biggest problem in life…”

Saturday February 7th, 2015

I had breakfast with Jason and his family at a place called Country Deli in Chatsworth CA. Delightful family place which serves a yummy sausage breakfast burrito. After breakfast we visited local fish/reptile shop because they were looking for some things to fix their aquarium.

Post pet store, I had a planning session with Mark via Google Hangouts in order to go over some of our plans for the first adventure one I’m in the country. First up? Tropical jungle camping/hiking on one of the southern islands of Japan – Iriomote.

Chilled out with Jason and his son while his wife and daughter were off having some girls only chill time. Then the boys made their way to a swanky steak house for a really satisfying meal.

Funny side note: I’m planning on using Japan as a jumping off point to improve my diet. Content of my diet, sure, but the primary focus is portion control. To that end, I was proud of myself for ordering ‘only’ the six ounce steak. Of course, the the portions on everything else about the meal were so ginormous as to render my herculean effort null and void. C’est la vie.

At the end of the night, Jason and I watched John Wick starring Keanu Reeves. Stop laughing – it was surprisingly entertaining. (And not in a “I can’t believe how awful this is…” sense.)

Sunday February 8th, 2015

Woke up fairly early and reduced / repacked my bags in order to get rid of some of the ‘excess’ that I had collected. Yes, I felt like I had too much stuff with my two bags loaded.

I explained to one adorable little girl and her very awesome brother that “That Boy” would come back soon.

Jason and I made our way to brunch with some dear old friends (Patty and Mike) at a place called Pann’s just outside LAX. Patty and Mike are great human beings. They scratch a very specific itch I have for chatting with crazy creative people who also have more than enough brains to support that creativity. While I’m really blessed with so many folks of that particular mix in my life, Patty and Mike have a different flavor to their creativity that I feel like my life would be greatly reduced without. A chance to hang out with them is something I will never pass on. I also got to  consume one seriously yum Louisiana Omellette.

Brunch with Jason, Patty, and Mike

Once Jason dropped me off at the airport, my check in went easy on a ridiculous scale. My only objection there was the fact that they forced me to check my backpack because it was a couple kilograms over the weight limit. Not the end of the world, certainly, but I work really hard to keep it to carry on only, so this frustrated me. On the plus side, the woman who checked me in and made the request couldn’t have been more gracious. I suspect that’s a taste of things to come, and frankly, I’m looking forward to that.

My take off was a different story altogether. My flight was originally scheduled to leave at 2:20pm. Due to some technical issues with one of the engines, and the need to replace some component therein, we didn’t actually take off until 6:30pm. End of the world? Far from it. It was  a little bit stressful, but mostly from the fact that my brain wouldn’t let go of the idea that “there’s something wrong with one of the engines”. Still – they fixed the part, the staff was gracious and responsive, and eventually we were on our way.

A side note about the staff of Singapore Air flight SQ011 – I don’t know if I simply ‘lucked out’ or if they have some sort of attractiveness requirement for their staff, but pretty much every crew member on this flight is of model level attractiveness. The men are handsome and the women are beautiful on a ‘my chest aches just looking at this human’ level. None of this really matters for anything, but as it’s a first in my air travel experiences, I thought it noteworthy.

More soon from this Aimless Drifter…

Hic Sunt Dracones

Mobile Mappers
Mobile Mappers

I’m here to talk about John Fabian. That’s him sitting on my right (light blue shirt). He was something of an inspiration. He did a number of things that, well, I would like to do. And what’s more, he seemed to do them right.

As you may have guessed by my use of the past tense, he passed away recently, and that (in my opinion) makes the world a little darker.

A coworker of ours made the point that it seems like  a lot of folks tend to hyper romanticize the dead. I’m inclined to agree, and (from what I know of him) I don’t think that John would want that, so here we go.

What I Know

John was a Mobile Mapper like myself. He too seemed to be doing the job because of a sense of adventure and a desire to roam. In fact, he was on a leave of absence to go exploring New Zealand when he died.

He worked a job where he traveled non stop and took his leave so that he could… travel more.

He wrote a lot. He road a motorcycle and wrote about his travels. He took photos while he did his mobile mapping work and wrote about that via his blog. He even started a second blog for his trek to land of the Kiwis.

His photography skills make me want to work harder at taking photos when I’m out in the world.


He wrote in a simple and understandable way. There’s a sense of zen to it. I find it delightful.

He liked to help. He made great efforts to bring his fellow mappers together socially via an online forum that he set up and maintained for us. Our job can get very lonely, and he provided a means to reach out to each other in a less formal than “this is for work” way.

He also wrote a number of other religion focused books (also available on Amazon) though it would appear that most (all?) were simply translations of existing texts. I’m unsure if his efforts were faith based, based on a desire to help others, or simply a business. I kinda like that I don’t know.

What I Don’t Know

Honestly? Most anything about the man. I only recently met him. In fact, the first photo in this post is from the first time I ever met him face to face just before Thanksgiving 2014, and we only got to visit for a few more days before we both left town.

He seems a bit of a mystery. Like the sense of adventure – of discovery – fits him perfectly.

Sure – my vantage point (as the guy who hardly even met him) colors this perspective heavily. I’m ok with that.

Mountain Reflection

Was he a religious man himself? What other businesses did he create? (Aside from the writing – he hinted at other businesses when we talked, but we didn’t have time to go into it.) Who were his friends? Was he ever married?

This would (and possibly does) sound creepy if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s gone. If I do some online digging, I can find out more about him, and perhaps I will. If he was alive that would be weird. Since he’s gone, I almost feel like it’s a kind of obligation.

Picking Up the Torch

Partly in honor of John, I’m going to do my best to spend more time here on this blog. Photos and writing. Bringing the things I find back to those of you who don’t get the chance to roam quite like I do.

I probably won’t write as eloquently as John did, and my photos will likely not be as impressive, but it’s something.

My hope is that it will get me to think more about the amazing adventures I’m having. That it will help me to burn it into my brain and not overlook these fine experiences. I don’t want to take them for granted.

John didn’t seem to.

Self portrait reflected in ship's window.

So What are You Doing Now?

The TomTom Mobile Mapper Car - looking out over the Northern Rockies in British Columbia

It’s time I explain what the new job is that was intriguing enough that I left the idea of The Big Ride behind.

I’m now a mobile mapper for TomTom.

What’s a Mobile Mapper?

What’s a ‘mobile mapper’ you ask? Well, the way I usually describe it, for the sake of brevity is “Think Google Street View”.

It’s actually a pretty accurate description of what I do, even if I don’t work for Google. Side note: even the Google Street View mobile mappers don’t work for Google – they hire contractors to do the work. I assume that there are large numbers of folks who do work for Google that are working on Google Street View – just not the mobile mappers.

A slightly longer version: I drive a car around collecting updated map data for the purposes of quality control for TomTom’s maps. The car has a wide array of data collection sensors. Two dimensional (wide angle and high def) photos, distance to obstructions (overpasses, buildings, and road surface for example), and GPS data all get collected while I’m working.

The fine folks at the TomTom Mothership can then take that data, compare it to our existing maps data and make any corrections that might need to be done based on the new information.

The Difference

There are some significant differences between what I do and Google Street View, but the primary one is very simple: The information I collect is never made directly public.

What’s that mean? Well, if I drive down the street past you, and you’re in the act of picking that wedgie, you don’t have to worry – no one outside of TomTom will see that photo. We’re just using it for quality control. If your street name changes? We have a photo to show us the spelling. That photo of the on ramp is a great way to cross reference the GPS data and double check our work. That kind of thing. Your friends won’t be able to post a blown up copy of your wedgie indiscretion.

One minor disclaimer: I don’t speak for TomTom as a whole. I’m one guy doing one facet of one division. TomTom is a big company, and yes, sure – they might one day use the data differently. I promise – as far as I’m aware, this is the only way we use or will use it, but I’m not everyone at the company, I don’t work under all branches, and I’m not omniscient. Well, at least not that I’m willing to admit to…

If you have questions for me, please feel free to leave a comment below and I’ll answer as best I’m able. Think of this post as a TomTom Mobile Mapper AMA. 🙂

(Note: This post was created on 20160905 but was backdated to show up as being posted on my one year anniversary on the job. The photo was taken more recently when I was working in British Columbia earlier this year.)

What Happened to The Big Ride?


I’m glad you asked.

I’ve started a new job. Well, I suppose ‘new’ is a bit subjective here. I’m coming up on my one year anniversary.

The Long and Short of It

I was planning The Big Ride and was hurriedly getting rid of all my personal belongings.

A good friend called and let me know that, while she recognized that it’s not the same as riding my motorcycle, she knew of a job opportunity where someone would be willing to pay to have me roam the country.

It didn’t take long. A few phone calls, an emailed resume, and before I knew it, I was working in the new position.

Update: Want to know more about what I’m doing now? See this post.

What Does This Mean for the Site

Not terribly much. I still think that I will take that same ride one day. Just not today. In the meantime, I’m really enjoying my new position, and will have plenty to share here.

What’s more, this position gives me a bit of flexibility with regards to my down time. It works on a seven week cycle. Six of those weeks I’m working, and the seventh I’m off. During off weeks, the company is willing to fly me home, or (if I prefer) somewhere in the US within reason. Of course that means I can’t (easily) bring my motorcycle, but this seems quite the gift, and I intend to enjoy it as such.

It’s time to start adventuring.

Coming Up

I’m currently planning my first ‘adventure break’. The plan is to do that in a fairly public fashion here and to post information regarding the plans, media that I collect while on the trip, and occasionally a traditional blog post or two as the mood strikes with regards to travel and adventure.

I would love to hear from you if you have any items on your Bucket List that fall into these categories:

  • Locations / Events that I could go to in order to help a charity. Know of an event that is looking for walkers/hikers/a pair of strong hands? Please let me know. If I could do something to help people out while living a bit more adventure in my life? That would make me exceedingly happy.
  • Hiking trips that you don’t have the time / freedom to take yourself. Perhaps I can get there and take the hike for you. I realize it’s not the same, but it’s better than nothing.
  • Someplace that is just so cool, you have to tell someone. What’s your favorite place to go hiking?

Leave your thoughts in the comments below. I look forward to sharing the road with you.


Fun with a First Time Passenger

Leela on the BikeOne More from Her Bucket List

A friend of mine said that she had never ridden on a motorcycle before and that the experience was something that was on her bucket list. She really wanted to go, and I was flattered when she asked if I would take her as she trusted me to not be the sort to hot rod or pull stupid stunts while riding.

Of course I said sure!

The Route

I didn’t think through the route too much. I wanted to give her that experience that most of us have had while on the bike – just going where the wind takes you. Now that I’ve gone back and plotted out the route we took, I’ve found that there were a lot of significant inefficiencies in the path we took.

I’m completely okay with that.


Getting Off the Bike

We had a time limit thanks to previous commitments, but towards the end of the ride, we stumbled on Mt. Cuba and decided it was time to stretch our legs.

Unfortunately, we got there about 15 minutes before they were closing up for the day, but I’m here to tell you – it was a gorgeous 15 minutes. I’d also like to say that the staff that we encountered were really delightful, helpful, and informative.

If you ride in the Northern Delaware  area, I highly recommend a visit. The roads surrounding Mt. Cuba are great for riding (low lying, lush green in all directions, and plenty of twists and turns) and you couldn’t ask for a better place to stop, get off the bike, and out into the land.

Leela at Mt. Cuba

New FAQ page!

Frequently Asked QuestionsI get a lot of questions about the trip and as you might expect sometimes I get variations on a theme. I’ve created a quick FAQ page to cover the most common of these questions. Check it out and let me know what you think!

As always, I welcome new questions via the Contact page.

Great Kid. Don’t Get Cocky!

Han said it best.

But I didn’t listen. I was doing some work on props for City Theater Company and I needed a piece of wood from the hardware store. I was behind schedule and didn’t want to go pick up my car because it was a gorgeous day out.

“I’m sure I can make it work on the bike.” I thought.

The piece of lumber in question? A 1″x2″x6′. I needed it to build up/extend the framework on a mythological creature I was working on.

Yup. I got cocky.
As you may be able to see from the photo to the left, things didn’t turn out quite the way I planned. I was fine while roaming through town. The wood rose to a maximum height of 8′ or maybe 9′ and that didn’t seem to be an issue.

Then I hit the highway.

It didn’t take long before I heard the sound of something tumbling to a stop behind me. Reaching behind myself (without taking my eyes off the road) I felt the snapped top of what was now a 3′-4′ section of lumber.

Turns out there was a knot in the wood which weakened it enough to cause it to snap in the higher winds of highway speeds.

I’m happy to report that no one was hurt and the car closest behind me was giving me a little extra room, so there was no issues there.

The downside? Pretty much a wasted trip to the hardware store when I didn’t have time to waste, and I basically thew away a couple dollars. It could have been far worse.

Lesson learned. I’ve said it before, but this little life experience refreshed the concept for me: Always use the right tool for the job.

You may think that you can save some time “because I’ve already got this tool right here” or “I’ll take this little shortcut…” but sooner or later, it will bite you in the ass.

Ever had something happen like that when you’re riding? Ever done something just a little stupid like that? Let us know in the comments. (It’s ok – you can tell us it was your buddy that did it…)

One Possible Route Across the Country

Getting Things Wrapped Up

As I go about tying up loose ends, I’m reminded that departure day is creeping steadily closer. I need to get my route figured out – at least the rough route. Why hello there Google Maps!

Taking My Time

One thing I don’t want to do is rush this experience. Obviously there are time/financial constraints, but I want to do as much ‘stopping to smell the roses’ as I can. Who knows when (if ever) I’ll have an opportunity like this again? I want to make sure that I don’t lessen the experience by rushing. Besides – it’s not really my style.


One of the bits of planning that I most need to wrap my head around – sooner rather than later – are the events that I might be able to enjoy while I’m roaming. Motorcycle, art, and technology events all need to be reviewed to see what I can catch as I’m passing through. Noting the route above (though it may or even likely will change) do you know of something that I might enjoy? Feel free to comment below!