Hotel Terrace Yokohama
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... watered down milk and had a creamy citrus flavor to it. I’m thinking pineapple. But this was the best drink in the world. And I could not find it at any other vending machine I passed the rest of the time in Japan. Bikkle is life. For as many vending machines there are, you would think that there would be garbage cans everywhere. Nope. Not one garbage can on the streets. And it is such a clean country despite there being no garbage cans. You don’t see ...
... can't turn it off, this does make me laugh!! On the way out of the museum I notice they have an umbrella park, where you leave your wet umbrella and lock them up! Also in every shop if you have a wet umbrella you either put it in a plastic bag and take it with you or leave it outside in a stand.
We decide to have a change tonight and try Mexican food, a bit random and next time we will know better!
... where I was able to giggle at the English-style names of some of the shops (see pictures below...), and the continuation of MMFT with dinner at an izakaya (a Japanese bistro) where we sat at a counter and chatted to the chef as he made our food. Well, Mariko chatted and then translated for me.
Sunday started with a visit to Meiji-jingu, a shrine to Emperor Meiji and Empress Shoken, which has some beautiful gardens. And after ...
... A good time to waste an hour if just looking to relax.
This is about the time that we started walking around looking for lunch. As I said in an earlier post, I'm not the most open and experimental person when it comes to trying foods that I think are unappetizing. So after a while I came across a packed out McDonald's and tried as many burgers as I could. I wanted to see how different they do things in Japan to the way things are done in Australia.
... monkeys bathing calmly in a hot spring reservoir. My eyes widened, adrenaline flowing, and I suddenly forgot that I had felt ill earlier that morning. Perhaps it was the fresh Japanese air combined with my thirst for something new and exciting. Regardless, it was a quick and painless cure. Monkeys of all sizes and shapes scurried and scattered beneath my feet. My suburban self was a bit apprehensive to continue approaching, but I ...