The hope today was to get a photo of Mt. Fuji, since it was crystal clear. I did catch some glimpses of Fuji from the train, but no photos.
When the train reached the end of the line, I learned that the really fine views were from the summit of Mt. Iwadono, advertised as an “easy” forty-minute hike.
A hike in Hokkaido last summer taught me that my definition of easy and the Japanese definition of easy are not remotely the same. So I skipped the hike.
You know you’re off the tourist track when you find wanted posters. Presumably, visitors aren’t supposed to know there may be actual criminals in Japan.
Last night I went to see more illuminations.
There are always stairs. And where you need to be or want to be is always at the top of a flight of stairs.
Played the old card tonight. I decided to stay in.
It was a long day.