Last week was Golden Week in Japan, a string of national holidays during which everyone in the country travels. So naturally, David, John, Vicki and I decided to take a road trip! We started out on Thursday night at Vicki's place. Some Freshness burger and packing up of all of her worldly possessions, we said goodbye to our second home for the semester (her amazing apartment) and piled into a cab to the station to get to David's apartment at Kameari ("Turtles Exist"). We stayed overnight there and then David and John got up bright and early at 530 am to pick up our ride for the week- a bright blue Nissan March. Unfortunately, the car was no ready so they waited at the rental place until about 8 while I slept and Vicki rummaged around for food. And then we were on our way, bound for Nikko! 
Four people and 17 bags between us in one Tokyo taxi Cable car to the top of the mountain
I am still not clear as to what you were supposed to do with this.
We had a lovely time in Nikko looking at temples, doing to a hot spring, eating delicious food and running into The Marks Brothers. Nikko is so small that we ran into two friends from our Temple program not once but FOUR times (at a temple, at the onsen, at dinner and at breakfast- apparently great minds think alike)! On our second day in Nikko we visited some waterfalls, took a cable car up to the top of the mountain and then hit the road for Sendai. And, great minds apparently really DO think alike because everyone and their mother decided to take the same highway that we were on so the 3 hour trip to Sendai became quite a bit longer. At some point in the marathon, someone questioned where we were staying that night. We all turned to John who sheepishly shrugged and said, "I just called the places you told me to call." The problem was that no one could remember where that was. With no idea where we were staying, no confirmation, no internet access and no real plan of what to do, John's cell phone rings. "It can't be......" he says. Through divine intervention or perhaps just dumb luck, the hostel calls to ask when we plan to arrive. John asks for the address and we type it into the GPS, still unaware of what the name of the place that we are staying is called.
We finally reached our lodging at about 10pm. We headed straight to the local sushi restaurant where the chef gave us the "special"- a raw mollusk called hoya that tasted like a cross between seawater, lemon juice and vinegar with the texture of chewing gum. A good search reveals that it is called Sea Pineapple in English. Mmm.
We finally reached our lodging at about 10pm. We headed straight to the local sushi restaurant where the chef gave us the "special"- a raw mollusk called hoya that tasted like a cross between seawater, lemon juice and vinegar with the texture of chewing gum. A good search reveals that it is called Sea Pineapple in English. Mmm.
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