Lake Kusharo, July 25th, 2007Today the sun was shining and I was in no hurry, so I rented a canoe and went out on the lake. I cant steer a canoe to save my life. I paddle left, it goes right. I paddle right, it goes left. Left, right, left, right. I wiggled my way across the clear foresty green water. Near my paddle you could see trout, or maybe it was bass sipping the air here and there trying to catch bugs(?) Further from camp small clusters of patient bubbles rising and spilling their sweaty sulfur scent into the air. I parked the canoe and skinny dipped in behind the warm pink and grey rocks. That aft. I rode into Teshikaga to amuse myself at the local supermarket. Supermarkets are always good entertainment even if you cant read the labels. Or maybe especially if you cant read the labels. I have to say Im very impressed with the variety of kit kats here. They come in every flavor, cantaloupe, banana, peach, cherry, kiwi, green tea...
That evening I befriended some local canoe guides who run tours on a nearby river. I was more than happy to accept their invitation to stay at their home as a large group of boyscouts have set up camp next to me. One of the girls spoke English. We got along great. they gave me soybean beer, I taught them the chicken dance. Which I had previously thought to be a global phenomenon…
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