I woke up and had to make a decision. After looking at reviews of the bike shop I went to yesterday, it was obvious that they're a rip off and don't do a very good job. But there's no other option right? Well, I found a guy that actually assembles wheels and bike frames 220km south of me. I decided I'm gonna send it. Worst comes to worst, I'm now closer to Sapporo and can go back there. But there was no way I was gonna go back to Wakkanai again. With my wobbly wheel, I set off along the coast. I made sure to go through a road I had saved first, a long stretch among plains either side. It was a lot more beautiful than I anticipated, and quite popular with motorcyclists and a few cars going by to see the view too. After that, I had my convenience store lunch at a nearby roadside station where I could finally charge some things. I sat there for probably about an hour, recharging my phone and myself. From there it was along the one road down south to a campsite and onsen I spotted. Wheel still wobbling, but not more than before, I kept trekking. I made it to the campsite around 4:15pm before the reception closed at 5. I then had an onsen, and am typing this in the rest area as I'm finally charging my stuff properly. I'm pooped.