|Two days in Wakayama: sand, parasols, hats, sandals, birds, ocean, smiles
||[Sep. 23rd, 2003|04:54 pm]
Here are the long-promised photos we took of Shirahama. It was me and Don and our new friends Kiyoe and Ryo. Here they are:
At Scott's party the night before, I mentioned casually to Ryo that Don and I were going to Shirahama. Turns out he and Kiyoe wanted to go somewhere for their holiday weekend, but had yet to agree on where they were going. So early the next morning, we peeled them off Scott's floor and we were on our way.
We met up with Ryo's cousin, Shohei, in Wakayama. He's about 18 and just started studying systems engineering in Wakayama city (where Don lived before). See the family resemblance? Shohei is on the left.
Here's my impersonation of a swimsuit model.I don't look like this everyday - it's a magic swimsuit.
Shohei pretending to be helpless as Ryo laughs sadistically.
A little girl hunts for shells on sugary sand.
Craggy rocks imported from Australia. Sunset authentic.
Our new friends in our room of the inn we stayed at. We all put on those yukata, then hit the beer store and went back to the beach until the hotel curfew.
The inn was cheap, lovely, and one minute from the beach. It was heavenly. The futon were literally cloudlike - I've never slept so well. Heh, we took a Japanese room, but Kiyoe and Ryo opted for the Western-style room.
This is the Toyota March we rented and drove home.
Actually, I was meant to lend our friends return fare, but we found ourselves short on cash with no ATM anywhere, and JR wouldn't take my credit card. They do take cards, but said I was over my limit. (おかしいよ、プラチナム・カードもってるので。） However, we had plenty of cash for a rental car, so we called the agency and used the card without further obstacle. On our way home, we stopped at a ramen shop in Wakayama city that is allegedly the best in Japan. The place seats about nine and serves nothing but ramen, not even drinks.
Today is the Autumnal Equinox. I have the day off, so yay! I wanted to hit a Wakayama city beach this weekend, but the weather turned sharply colder a few days ago, so last week really was our last chance. But our Wakayama Weekeend remains with us; Don is still badly peeling from his sunburn, and I found some sand in my hair just now.
Sayonara to summer. Can't wait to meet again.