Oh, I do love to be beside the seaside

Well, most of today was spent moving very, very quickly from one side of the country to the other! When you spend hours on the Shinkansen your feet feel like they are electrified, after you get off. It seriously messes with your equilibrium. Finn and I both get dizzy and our ears pop, a lot. It’s the most bizarre feeling. BUT, I still love the trains. They’re awesome.

So from shuttle bus at the hotel to Hiroshima station. Hiroshima to Shin-Osaka. Shin-Osaka to Shin-Yokohama. Shin-Yokohama to Yokohama. Yokohama to Kamakura. Taxi to the apartment because we couldn’t tolerate another bus, and my data has run out. So we were Internet-less all day, and couldn’t look up which bus to catch.

The apartment is super. It has a shower/bath room that is all automated. The bath runs itself and maintains its temperature and its a drying room, also. So you dry your clothes, hanging from rails in the shower. Bizarre.

I read about a restaurant in the Lonely Planet that I wanted to try. So we jumped on a bus, right outside our door, and off we went. Bowls Donburi Cafe was very lovely. Earthy, with funky music and really delicious food. So nice, we may go back tomorrow night?

Looking forward to unhurried exploring tomorrow. Not really desperate to see anything, in particular. Kamakura is a beach-side town, an hour from Tokyo, and is reportedly a bit like Byron Bay- organics, health, meditation etc…..it was the first recognised capital of Japan, from 1185-1333. So, could be some cool old stuff?

Only a week to go. It has gone so quickly, and I could happily stay a lot longer….

 

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