The 4 seasons are celebrated in Japan. The horrid, swamp-like summers and freezing, dry winters are cut by the amazing (relatively) days of spring and fall.
I stood next to my motorcycle at a rest stop on a mountain overlooking Hakone. This was during the first days of April. It had officially been spring for some time. It was snowing. A real "What the fuck" moment.
10 days later, and I'm kicking myself for wearing pants outside the house. I have to consult a kanji dictionary to find out how to turn my air conditioner from heater mode to cooler mode. It sucked.
But it was nice for 10 days, so at least I got that.
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