So, after yesterday's post of snowy bikes in Finland, I got to thinking about my coldest ever travel moment. It was not, as you might expect, up in Finland when the temperature was minus 20 degrees Celsisus (-4F), because by the time I visited Finland I had got smart about wearing the right clothes. Yes, it took me a while, but eventually I believed what so many people from cooler climes than mine kept telling me: There is no bad weather, only bad clothes.
Which is why my coldest ever travel experience was on top of Mount Fuji. This was a classic case of "bad clothes". It was the middle of summer in Japan, and although I intellectually understood when I read "it will be cold on top of Mount Fuji", I didn't practically understand that it would be very, very cold. Not minus 20, but in the flimsy summer-weight jacket I brought, it sure felt it. Given that we arrived at the top in the very early hours of the morning to greet sunrise, and that I was tired and hungry, I was really in no condition to be there without a proper jacket, hat and gloves. Well, at least I'll know for next time!
|Better-prepared Japanese hikers atop Mount Fuji|