Shizuoka Town Hotel
Travel Blogs from Shizuoka
We got up reasonably early (!!) and had hot ham and cheese pancake/burrito style things from 7-Eleven for breakfast as we waited for our first Shinkansen at Tokyo station. The trains are ever so fast! We ended up taking three local trains and the Shinkansen to get to Fujinomiya, but it was totally worth it. The steps were as follows! 1. Take the JR Chuo Line to Tokyo Station 2. Get Shinkansen reservation and travel to Mishima 3. Take the JR Tokaido Main Line to Fuji 4. ...
... close to us (planned for another day) and some waiting for
the bus back. A pretty slow, dark and rainy day really but it gave us
the evening to sort our Fuji plans and do a wash...in Paul's all time
favourite washing and drying machine yet! (He even took a picture so
we know the make!)
The weather promised a brighter day the
next day, so we woke with high hopes to see Mount Fuji but no luck.
Well, if we can't see Mount Fuji, we should at least be able to say
... had booked for the night. This was an older facility that was showing some age but still in good shape. My tatami room was huge, had an ocean view and could comfortably sleep six (since there were six futons stacked in the futon cupboard). I had a great wash and soak in the onsen facility and then a huge meal served in my room. I ate alone watching baseball on Japanese TV. It must be the playoffs as there seemed to be a lot ...
... of two pre-pubescent teenage lads strapping a catherine wheel to a stray cat. And yet there I was, in this relatively small Japanese city, experiencing something pretty spectacular.
It was obvious that something was about to happen when people began moving en masse to the riverbanks. We followed the crowd, finding ourselves a good spot across the river with a big group of people sat in the middle of the street. We had earlier purchased ...
... too easy.
Since I came back from my year of travels my life hasn’t really challenged me to re-evaluate the way I think; I outlined the main reasons for this in the first post but, in a nutshell, I was in my comfort zone. The very definition of “being in your comfort zone” (and I’m sorry if I’m telling you how to suck eggs here) is that you are doing everything you feel comfortable doing, and you probably run away ...