Shizuoka Daiichi Hotel
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... it was tasty and what we needed before heading to bed.
The next day was rain, heavy rain all day. We ended up walking up to
the main station and catching a free link bus to the 'Highland' area
where we found bowling; an excellent thing to do on such a rainy day.
It was good fun and the shoes are nicer then the ones back home and
to top it off...I won both games! :-) Some wondering round the area
followed, with some looking and aw-ing at the roller coasters that
... more. I had focused on the west coast, the quieter side, unlike the east coast which is closer to Tokyo. Once away from the hubbub of Mishima, there is noticeably less traffic especially up in the mountains.
After cycling around the northwest point of the peninsula, I stopped for lunch at a tiny ramen shop in a small town at the junction of R18 and R17. This was an older, diner type joint that had the original decor of maybe ...
... it doesn't feel crowded. I walked around the caldera, and hiked down the Fujinomiya trail, on the south side. It is the shortest trail but still really steep. It was almost as tough going down, but a lot faster.
From the Fujinomiya trail head I took a bus to Fuji, and from there I took the Bullet train to Kyoto. The bullet trains are really cool, they sound like airplanes going through the station. When you ride them you really feel like you are going fast.
... little angry about letting myself get so tired before this event. It only happens once a year and it is a truly spectacular occasion. Unfortunately for me though, I was absolutely spent and I was very aware that I wasn't enjoying myself like I should have been. I was at level 7 on the tiredness scale, where every noise felt as if it was going straight through me and rattling my brain. Little things that I wouldn't even notice under ...
My latest little excursion into the Irritation and Hostility phase was one brought about by a sudden, insatiable desire for comfort food. It was the end of a long day at school, it was dark outside and I was going back to my empty apartment in that dull, emotionless state you get in when you've drank too much coffee and your brain feels like it's been dunked in glycerol, wrapped in cotton wool then shoved back inside your skull. I picked up ...