We got up early to get on the train to Mishima.
We went to Mishima to transfer to a bus and had an hour to walk around:
Then we got on the bus to Lake Kawaguchi and had these cute little snacks.
And we finally checked into our hotel, which is the swankiest hotel on the trip. It was really hard finding availability for the dates we had open for this part of trip and we finally found this place after a six hour search online, followed by another hour trying to book the hotel on their Japanese website. It was all worth it, because we got a room with a view of Mt Fuji and our own private hot tub that also has a view.
Unfortunately, the weather didn’t cooperate with us for most of the day, but the clouds did give us a view for a short time.
The hotel website forced us to have dinner at the hotel in their fancy French restaurant. I happened to see that they had a music box jukebox (like the ones in Kyoto) in the lobby while we were waiting and asked them if it worked. The woman seemed impressed that I knew what it was and gave it a crank, inserted a coin and it worked beautifully. Lina won’t let me get one, though.
I didn’t come to Japan to eat pretentious french food! Luckily, I was able to find a Japanese option when we ordered the meals, but I was not expecting them to drop these beautiful boxes of food in front of us.
The first thing I tried looked like a sweet potato, so I took a big bite. I thought it tasted great for a second, then a fish taste wafted to the back of my mouth, which almost triggered my gag reflex. I couldn’t swallow and that fish taste started to marinate as I desperately looked for some non-existent water or liquid to wash it down. We were finally able to get some water and I managed to hold it together until I could wash it down.
I was much more careful for the rest of the meal, which was easily the most beautifully presented food I’ve ever eaten.
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