Shizuoka Daiichi Hotel
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... of Mt Fuji in the distance. It wasn't easy to get closer, and it's not really the right time of year to climb at the moment. I'm not sure what else to describe here, so I'll just leave you with plenty of photos to look at. ;) The journey back was pretty long, and we accidentally fell asleep when we got back to the hotel, so it was instant noodles from 7-Eleven (I said we loved it!) with our very small "kettle", and some more ice cream. I had wonton soup with glass ...
... in-between the wet mist that covered you most of the time.
It was very cool to see the glistening spider webs all up the
mountain too (though not so cool to go to take another bite of an
apple and see a massive spider just about to go on it climbing up
from your hand!) and weird to see the dark dried lava rock, massive
cracks and grooved out pathways with pushed over trees etc. There was
not much to see viewing wise, thanks to the clouds, and being out of
... you could tell that she was still tough and able to get the job done. She had the forearms and hands of a professional wrestler so I'm sure she would be the one hauling boxes of supplies around rather than having to rely on help to come by. I simply said "ramen" when she asked me something and this seemed to work. She added my order to the other three that she had on the go for three men in work uniform and soon we were all ...
... were irritating me to a completely unreasonable degree and my responses to questions were getting shorter and snappier. Put simply, I was getting grumpy, and that isn't a pretty sight. Well aware that level 8 includes hallucinations and is just a further level from a homicidal rampage, I knew it was nearly my bed-time.
Before this however, was the not-so-small matter of the fireworks display. Each night of the festival was ended ...
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 ...