I forgot my receipt when I left my hotel this morning. The receptionist chased me down the street to deliver it.
Japanese people are extremely helpful. To a fault, in fact. Even when they have already tried to help, and I have no expectation that they are in a position to assist me, they will continue to go to extraordinarily futile lengths to resolve the situation. More often than not I would be better off continuing on my journey and asking someone else.
I’m moving down the train networks to Tokyo. I took a relaxing stop at Bunny Island, a fun place with a sad history. It has been overrun by rabbits released from poison gas labs after WW2.
There are some good views from the train platforms; Mount Fuji still has snow on it, and Himeji Castle is really beautiful at sunset.
I’m mostly staying in business hotels, which are really efficient but havn’t been updated in thirty years. My bed has a cassette player in the headboard.
My second night was in a pod hotel, watching Japanese TV and trying to sleep without a pillow.