It’s a glorious day outside as I speed along on the Tokaido Shinkansen to Hakone. The sun is shining on the land of the rising sun today. Last night, not so much.
I’m on my way to the “Culture Day” festival that happens to be today, November 3rd. Oh, and I just saw Mt. Fuji race by in the distance between the blur of high rise office monoliths and endless rice paddies.
Navigating the trains from Narita City, where I stayed last night, is becoming second nature for me. The local JR train into Tokyo Station is just over an hour, with multiple stops to let on black-uniformed school kids and blue-suited business men.
The first time I stayed at Kirinoya Ryokan in Narita was 30 years ago and I’ve been back at least another four times since. A family run minshuku for over 120 years, it is the epitome of old traditional Edo Japan. Tatami floored rooms, rice paper sliding doors, weathered wood and traditonal baths. My bill was only ¥3750 ($31) -- AND they chauffeured me to and fro. Nice place, nicer people. I will be signing their guest book once again in the future I’m sure.
Dinner at a fresh eel restaurant I had seen a year ago on the winding road up from the Naritasan Shinshoji Temple in the old town was just what I was craving for. The grilled unagi was divine and went down deliciously, though I was almost sleep eating -- middle of the night back home, you know.