So, we left Matsuyama bound for Uwajima, which was really quite a long way away. We had decided to see how far we got by noon, and figure out where to stay after that. On our way out of Dogo Onsen, we went through the shopping arcade as we usually did, but this time saw a rather interesting shop
It reads "Uguisu-ya". Uguisu is a small bird. Ya means shop. The large beetles? No idea. |
Henro-san. Smiling because he is going downhill. |
No mountains, yay! |
Snake. Snake? SNAKE! |
Beautiful park by a mountain stream. Most importantly, it had drinking water. |
Some great little tunnels for bikes and pedestrians. |
Oh, right. THAT'S why she didn't go into surgery. |
Well, with Sumi's bike up and running again, we limped into Yawatahama at around 3:30, pretty late to be finding a place to stay. We headed to the JR Station to look for the city information counter....to find that there wasn't one. This has never happened before. We looked around. I asked the guy at the ticket counter, who was able to give me a map with a bunch of local hotels. I called a hotel that I could see out the window of the station, Hotel New Toyo. The conversation started something like this:
Front Desk Woman: (in Japanese) Hello, Hotel New Toyo
Sean: (in Japanese) Hi, my Japanese is a bit so-so, can you speak English?
Front Desk Woman: (in Japanese) This is the Hotel New Toyo, how may I help you?
Sean: Um..
I loved how she completely ignored "can you speak English?". I guess that was my answer. The good news was, she was very good, both on the phone and in person, to speak slowly and clearly, so we had no trouble understanding what she was saying. We booked the room (it was the cheapest we'd stayed at the entire trip: $33/person), walked over, and all was good. She even gave our bikes their own parking spot in the parking lot! The down side was there was no internet (either in the room or via public wifi), but after all that had happened today, shower, dinner and bed was enough.
I'm embarrassed to say, dinner tasted awesome.
Don't judge me! You ride a few hundred miles over four days and walk by a McDonalds and not cave. |
Don't feel bad about the McDonalds. I've said it before and I'll say it again, it felt like the food was overall less greasy and gross at McD's in Japan. It's not the authentic japan experience, but at least you can eat without feeling gross.
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