So it appears my
main mode of transport here is to be a bicycle.
Sapporo is actually a very flat city, so getting around by bicycle is a
fairly sensible mode of transportation. Also, everyone cycles on the footpath
so it’s relatively safe (for the cyclists at least).
Thus it was
decided, on my first Friday here, that it would be sensible to procure a
bicycle that I might use. Fortunately
OMF have a good number of bicycles which they lend to short-termers, so it was
decided that Karin would call in to the Language Centre on her way home and
organise a bike for me. Meanwhile I
would ride Karin’s bike to the Centre so that we could swap bikes and cycle
home together.
Whilst I am here, this is to be my bicycle. We've decided
to consider the damaged basket and mud-guards
as 'anti-theft devices'.
That was the plan
at least, the reality turned out to be somewhat different.
It should be a fairly
simple jourey to get to the JLC however, as those of you who know me are most
likely aware, my sense of direction is somewhat lacking. The inevitable happened, and somewhere along
the way I took a wrong turn. It was not
long before I became hopelessly lost. After
about 45 minutes of cycling I came to the conclusion that finding the JLC was
now most likely out of the question, and I should focus upon at least finding
my way back to the house. I also thought
it best to contact Karin to let her know I would not be joining her to cycle
home.
It was at this
point I discovered that the phone lent to me by OMF had not in fact been
registered with a network and as a result I could not contact anyone. To make matters worse, it was swiftly
becoming rather dark (Sapporo gets dark around 6:30pm). Consequently I found myself lost in a foreign
city, in the dark, unable to speak the language or contact anyone I knew for
help. I was also drawing rather a lot of
attention to myself; not only because I was a gaijin (a foreigner, and a blonde one at that), but also because I
no longer own a bicycle at home and so was making a rather bad job of riding
one (I had one or two much-too-close encounters with walls and sharp corners,
fortunately no cars or people).
After asking a
man for directions, using only the phrase “Kita
Ni-jyu” (North 20) and the ‘international language of mime’, I knew I was
at least cycling in the right direction.
However it was not until I saw the giant, glow-in-the-dark bowling pin
which sits atop the bowling alley beside our house that I knew I was, in fact,
almost home.
Never has a girl been so happy to
see a 15ft tall bowling pin!
Fortunately Karin had also decided to make her own way home,
so everyone was reunited. I did however
work out that, all in all, I’d been lost for over two hours.
Thankfully
subsequent bike journeys have not been such great adventures and I am becoming
much more accustomed to finding my way around.
Next task, learning how to take one hand off the
handlebars while cycling!
Yesterday I was able to successfully navigate
my way to both the university and the JLC without any detours. I am also becoming much more confident at
riding a bike round a city and so no longer have to use my feet as additional
brakes (though this may also be aided by the fact that we took the bike to a
repair shop and it now has two mostly-functioning brakes). Riding in a dress is an interesting challenge, however as I mostly packed dresses it is one I have had to swiftly overcome! Fortunately (and much to everyone's amusement) ever the lady my natural cycling style is to somehow ride with my knees together. This traps the skirt down and so prevents it from getting caught in the chain (or flying up).
However any prayers that I would be able to safely find my
way around Sapporo would be very much appreciated!














