Nasu Midcity Hotel
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
TripAdvisor Reviews Nasu Midcity Hotel Nasushiobara
Travel Blogs from Nasushiobara
... advanced. This culture park is an authentic recreation of the clean and healthy environment of an Edo period village."
We had debated on whether we should cancel our trip because several of us were getting over colds and it had been raining for several days. On the day of our trip we had made miraculous recoveries and the weather cooperated. It was a little sunny in the morning and a little overcast by afternoon, but ...
... laying down sleeping but the I'm so tired I've passed out sitting up in strange positions sleeping. When I was at the museum they were slumped over in chairs, in the park on the benches and of course on the metro on the way home. I know people here work a lot but for a whole population to be this tired it's really surprising and kind of scary. Hopefully they don't operate machinery at ...
... The rest of morning was spent at Tosyogu Shrine. As you walk through the gate in front of the main shrine, you are facing directly North of Tokyo. It was built this way as then the shrine can watch over Tokyo that is directly to the south. This shrine is significant as it is one of the most elaborately coloured shrines in Japan. It is dedicated to Tokugawa who conquered most of Japan. His rule was known as the Edo era. It lasted 260 years of ...
... lovely Australian guy with great taste in music, and Scout. This morning we went for a swim in the river - it was surprisingly cold but wonderfully refreshing! And now we're saying a fond goodbye to Nikko, and heading off to Kyoto with a bottle full of fresh mountain water from Scout's 42foot-deep well (that he dug himself). This stop has really been a pleasantly surprising highlight of the trip thus far - hopefully we'll make it back some day.
... that machine. Oops, I had not seen her clothes in there and they were washed with our things. Luckily she had a sense of humor about it as we sorted through each other's underthings. I later went back to check on the clothes in the dryer, and I saw she had left me a note along with a neatly folded pair of underwear. The underwear was not mine. Somehow a third person had gotten entangled in the great laundry fiasco. And that's how it goes on the road.