Hokkaido 2024: Powder, Silence, Perfection

After almost not able to fly out of Ljubljana due to crazy snowstorm, we finally got on a plane….

Hokkaido has a rhythm of its own.
Snow falls here almost every day — quietly, endlessly, and with a kind of grace that makes everything else stop. The mornings are silent, the air crisp, and the powder bottomless.

Our trip started in Furano, deep in the heart of Hokkaido.
Perfect snow, long forest lines, and that feeling of excitement when you realize this is just day one. We spent our evenings wandering through the small town and eating steaming bowls of ramen.

Asahidake – Into the Wild

Next came Asahidake, the volcano. Steam rising from vents in the snow, wind howling across the ridge, and deep powder waiting below.
Every run felt raw and untamed — just us, the mountain, and that perfect silence broken only by our laughter echoing through the trees.

Kamui Ski Links – Local Soul

From there, we drove to Kamui, a local favorite with a relaxed vibe and incredible snow. No crowds, no pressure — just endless turns and new friends met on the chairlift. We shared stories, powder tips, and plenty of smiles.

Sapporo Teine & Asarigawa Onsen – City & Steam

As we made our way south, we stopped at Sapporo Teine and Asarigawa Onsen. Powder days in the morning, hot springs at night.
Between runs, we tasted some of the best yakiniku grills and fresh sushi we’ve ever had — sizzling wagyu slices, perfectly cut toro, warm sake, and that simple joy of sharing food with great company after a day in the snow.

Kiroro – The Perfect Ending

Our final stop was Kiroro, where the mountains fade into the sea. The snow was deep, soft, and endless — the kind of powder that makes you forget everything else.
We spent our last evening watching snow fall through the window, toasting to new friends, new memories, and another trip that ended too soon.

Tokyo – From Silence to Neon

Before heading home, we caught a short flight to Tokyo — just one night to feel the pulse of the city.
From quiet onsens and empty slopes to Shibuya’s glowing crossings, the contrast couldn’t have been bigger.

For our last night in Japan, we sat around a small yakiniku grill, grilling wagyu over open flame, sipping cold beer, and reliving every turn, every laugh, every deep powder moment.
A final taste of Japan — smoky, warm, loud, delicious — before flying home.

Over the Arctic – The Journey Home

Flying back north, we crossed over the Arctic Circle – the sky came alive with northern lights, dancing outside the airplane window.
It felt like Japan’s final gift — a quiet goodbye painted in green light, closing a journey that had already felt like a dream.