We stayed in a Ryokan here.

We arrived to the Ryoken relaxed (well a nice chilled asahi does help). The Ryoken staff were racing around after us like nutters, dinner at 7pm, time to all use the one toilet and one shower, short straw, I went for a walk, Mrs Fogg went to the public bath house on floor 7 and Nellie grabbed a shower first.

All togged up in our Japanese house coats (well Neillie’s could wrap around her twice) we went to our personal dining experience with in excess of 10 dishes each, all looking different in their own way. Nellie filled up on rice, I ate everything apart from the item that resembled regurgitated chewing gum and Mrs Fogg sniffed everything before trying it.

Not a bad experience, complete with Saki, beer and coke.

Now beds all laid out, the interesting experience of everyone suffering Johnny Honk Pants all in the same room (no sprouts, but the fugg will come).

posted by the biker daddy.