Tour de Kagoshima-Kyoto Day 0: Izumi

Brommie in Izumi

Participants rolled in, bike fittings are over, the briefing dinner is done and all are off to bed to ready themselves for the real ride, starting tomorrow.

People assembled from across Australia, but mostly Sydney, to take part in the trip.

The journey will start from Izumi, traverse Kyushu, head over and across Shikoku before meandering its way though the Kansai region to the ancient capital of Kyoto.

Let’s have an awesome trip!

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