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Kanazawa

JAPAN | Monday, 14 April 2008 | Views [1091]

The next morning, we grab a quick breakfast and get to the bus station early so we can double check our directions. Three days ago, in Tokyo, we decided to go to this “little out of the way Onsen” that was mentioned in passing in the guidebook. “Romantic” and “traditional” and $2000 a night, as most of them are. At that point they faxed to us directions on how to get there, in Japanese. Our hostel's desk clerk was kind enough to translate for us, and ever since this has been our golden ticket, kept safe alogn with passports and cash money. Take such and such a train to such and such a city. Take such and such a bus at such and such a time to the so-and-so stop. Get off, take a taxi to the hotel. Exact times and fares were fortunately written in western script with the now famliar Kanji for Yen and time.


So, before we got on some random bus, we figured we'd have someone else read the Kanji and double-check the translation. The tourist office person was very helpful, pulling bus timetables and a detailed map of the region (these towns are most certainly not on the standard give-away tourist map). Suddenly she gets to the place in the directions that say “take a taxi to the hotel”... “OH! You're going to Lamp No Yado!”, she says very excitedly. “You've heard of it?” Susan asks. “Oh yes, this place is very famous!”.


So, turns out we probably could have gotten new directions had we needed them. Susan buys our tickets, and a questioning look from the clerk (why would a Gaijin go to this little town in the middle of nowhere) prompts Susan to offer “We're going to Lamp No Yado!” “Oh, I've always wanted to go there” is the envious response. Susan is beaming when she comes back with the tickets and tells me the story.


The bus ride is very beautiful. This part of Japan is quite rural, and the route takes us along the Sea of Japan, inland through rolling hills and rice-paddy fields with large, old homes.


We get to Suzu. Is this our stop? No, we're supposed to be the end of the line, and people aren't getting off. We get to Suzu. Is this our stop? No, we're supposed to be the end of the line. We get to Suzu – um, are you sure this isn't our stop? No the driver knows where we're gettng off. He does? But we switched drivers at the big bus station half-way along. A panicked look from Susan. We get to Suzu. Fortunately this little stop IS the end of the line, and we should have remembered the lesson of two days ago. Everything here runs on time, not late, but nor early. Four stops in Suzu, all about 1 minute from each other, but the one at 13:13 is ours. Scheduled arrival time? 13:13.


We get some help calling a cab. The driver is friendly, pointing our the “Sakura” along the way (who could miss them?). The cab is immaculate. There to the right; Sakura. To the left; Sakura (he makes an exploding gesture with his hands to emphasize that they are in full bloom. There, to the left, down the impossibly steep cliff; your hotel.



 

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