When you look back it will probably be one of the most memorable 5 days of your life.
You know, that is funny how that works.
I used to do a lot of motorcycle touring here in Japan, a LOT, I've been up and down this country, spent a lot of time on the roads here, still, the most memorable trips were the ones where things went sideways (and no one got hurt!).
If I may hijack your thread for a moment, I'll tell you a one story......
It was late November and a group of us got a little further a field than we had planned, on the wrong side of a mountain pass, with night falling and SNOW falling too!
We stopped at a gas stand on the way up to the pass, the old guy at the gas stand told us the he had just heard the it was snowing a LOT harder up the mountain than it was there. Being on large street bikes we had no hope of making it over the pass. We asked if there was a hotel or such around, there wasn't, we had picked our route off the beaten path, as these routes often give us the best riding, "B" roads, little traffic, and a lot of scenery. We were wondering what the heck we would do, when the old guy from the gas stand came out and told us to all park our bikes in the service area, in the gas stand, we figured he was just going to let us ride out the storm in the gas stand, but he told us to just sit tight.
We waited about 10 minutes, and a guy pulled up in a van and told us to all get in, I think there were six of us. He took us to his family farm, they had a HUGE farm house, HUGE, there were three generations living there, everyone made us welcome, they cooked a fantastic meal for us, and we all sat, eating and drinking their beer and sake. Then we had a hot bath, and they made up a spare room for us to all sleep in. Up nice and early, cooked us a great breakfast, and then took us back to the gas stand. We tried to give them something for their kindness, but they would not hear of it, so we got on our bikes and went home to Tokyo. I made sure I got the address of the gas stand, and I sent two of the best bottles of sake we sell in our L shop to the gas stand, thanking the gas stand guy, and asking him to give the other bottle to the family that put us up. The gas stand guy, found us in a bind, and called his buddy that he knew had a nice big house and bigger heart. They took us in, six large smelling bike riding foreigners and treated us like invited guests. I know that no one in the family had ever actually met a foreigner before, so it was very interesting for them too, I guess.
Now THAT was a ride to remember, all the other rides where we went out, put on 500 or more uneventful miles, well they have all faded into memory, but the snowstorm ride, well, that was one to remember.