Day 11 started with me heading out to the Lawson convenience store across the road for something for brekky.
Since they didn’t have anything exciting I crossed over to the other corner and went into another convenience store, passing a slightly architecturalesque (yes, I just made that word up) group of love hotels on the way:
I ended up buying some – yep, you guessed it – melon bread, a danish roll, a sekihan rice ball, and two canned coffees from the 80 yen vending machine on the corner:
Then it was time to check-out and catch the subway back to Shin-osaka station to catch the bullet train back to Tokyo. At the station I decided I needed to buy a obento lunch box to eat in the train, and M – now addicted to pork cutlet sandwiches – put in his lunch order for some juice and katsu sando. At the station I left M with the suitcases and wandered through all the food stalls that were spread over two floors deciding which obento to buy.
I decided on a slightly expensive 1400 yen one that came in a deceptively under-stated box:
At the station I also had a look through the rows and rows of souvenirs on offer, wondering whether I should take back a box of goodies saying, ‘I went to Osaka and all I brought you back were these crappy cakes’ for the people in head office who I was visiting a couple of days later, but decided not to:
Then we went up to the platform to wait for our train and spotted some of the newest bullet trains that look quite spiffy and space-age:
Once on the train, our luck with people putting their seat back in front of us continued and I had a good laugh. It happened every single time no matter what form of transport we were on:
It gave me a nice close view of the lovely Engrish information on the back of the tray though:
Then I wondered if the multi-purpose room had ever been used by members of the mile-high club:
Soon it was time for the lady selling coffee and other assorted goodies to make her trip through:
So we had lunch. M’s pork cutlet sandwiches apparently weren’t as nice as the ones we got from the supermarket under the hotel, but were palatable:
Then it was approaching time for us to see Mt Fuji so I staked out a position by the door (as all the seats on the Mt Fuji side were booked out) to snap some pics:
While I was waiting, I chuckled at some more Engrish:
Then I saw her peeking through the clouds:
And just as quickly we passed by and then there were the tea fields of Shizuoka covering the hills:
So we eventually arrived at Tokyo and changed trains to the Yamanote line and got off at Shiodome and walked the 5mins to our hotel for the next four nights, Hotel Villa Fontaine:
It’s a hotel group owned by the Sumitomo financial and property group so they built a hotel inside their headquarters to offset the building cost. I picked it because right outside the door is a Yurikamome monorail station and it was reasonably priced at 10,000 yen a night for both of us.Unfortunately, I couldn’t book the same room for four nights, so for the first 3 nights we had a ‘ladies room’ which included a foot massager, oodles of amenities and about 3 square metres more space while the last night was just a normal room.
The rooms are compact and have the same rock-hard bed that 99.9% of Japanese hotels do:
One thing I did like were the magnets on the steel door that you could leave out as messages for house-keeping saying you didn’t need a change of sheets, towels, that they could turn the air-con off or that you didn’t need new amenities (pfffffft!!):
Our room was on the 11th floor and we had a view of the train tracks, which was actually quite fun as we could watch the bullet train, monorail and all the other lines pass by:
The window was triple-glazed so the noise wasn’t a problem. Looking down at the lobby from the internal glass corridor was quite bizarre:
They also had a free breakfast in the lobby everyday with your basic corn flakes, rice , miso soup, juice, a bit of salad, coffee, raw eggs etc. We ended up not bothering with it and slept in after sampling it once (it wasn’t very memorable and we decided that the Starbucks just outside would be a better option).
Waiting for me at the hotel when we checked in was a suitcase from one of my friends we’d met up with on our first night in Tokyo. She didn’t need the suitcase and sent it to the hotel so I wouldn’t have to buy one. It had a ten kilo bag of rice in and other assorted goodies in it. I have great friends!
My shopping was going to start in earnest now that we were on the home stretch and I wouldn’t have to lug anything anywhere.
That night I’d organized to have dinner with my ex-husband. M graciously allowed me to go and he stayed at the hotel snoozing and watching tv. My ex had a couple of hours between shifts and so I hopped on a train and went out to the burbs and met him at the station. We had a nice dinner at a restaurant we used to frequent when we were married called Saint Marc and we had a long chat about many things. He handed me a bag full of photos and letters and things I’d left behind that he thought I might have wanted and he also gave me an omamori good luck charm and some other little Japanesque things.
It was about 11pm when I finally got back to the hotel and I was panicking a bit because it was so late. I’d wanted to call M but realised I hadn’t taken the hotel’s phone number with me. He said he’d had a sobering thought that if I’d gone missing he wouldn’t have known anything to tell the police considering he didn’t know where I’d gone, the name of the person I was with or probably where he was himself! It was quite funny.
Part 10 to come…