Our first night in Kawazu on the Izu-Hanto peninsula...
Morning stroll on the beach was very refressing...
Stunning views were a matter of course...
And a typical Ryokan style room was a welcomed embrace of traditional Japanese hospitaltiy and frugality.
Occasionally we had an evening out and had to fend for ourselves to get a dinner. If you couldn't read the japanese menue, you could always rely on the maticulously sculpted wax food displays to wet your appetite and orientate your choice of meal.
Hier a typical Tempenyaki bar in the down-town district of Kyoto.
Here a rustic café, owned by a merchant with a special love of american memorabilie.
But when all is said and done, the meals that awaited us at the end of each day were extravagant, exquisite displays of the finest japanese cuisine. A stunning variety of meats, vegitables, roots, sea weeds and urchines and a not too small number of things we couldn't identify - all providing for an ongoing culinary adventure.
Here the central square of the famous spa town of Kuatsu. Genuine hot springs fill the central square with a steaming, bubbling caldrin of luminous mineral water - the elixia of Japans "Onsen" culture.
In one hotel we each had our own private Onsen in the room...
It may be considered bad taste to include a toilet in a blog on food.... but come on! They are inseperable, and the toilets in Japan are the non-plus-ultra in technical advancement. They sense when you enter the stall and lower their seat for you automatically, They self-disinfect, rinse when you leave, and come standard with a built in bidet catering to both male and female anatomies!!! On top of that you can select accustical runnig water to help you get in the mood. Since R2D2 the biggest thing that ever happened to water. My goodness are the Japanese advanced when it comes to creature comforts.
Here's the counterpart, the way they were before the modern age arrived, Its a simple place to squat and do your deeds, but even these are spotlessly clean (and very heathy by the way).
For the bidet, warmed seat and various music functions there is even a control pannel with instructions on opperation. It's almost more difficult getting a boat licence than learning to handle these amazing toilets.
To cap off the weeks of exotic fare, I couldn't resist a good ole hamburger at the race track café of Twin Ring Motegi.