We are past the island of Shikoku to Kyushu, after a trip that took us all the day: walk to the tram, tram, train, walk to the terminal ferry, ferry, taxi to the ryokan.
During our trip, we have therefore taken plane, train, ferry, taxis, bus, tram, bike, we also walked a lot, and apart from hang gliding, maybe, I do not really see what’s missing.
So we watched the scenery pass by the window and read a lot, too.
Beppu is essentially a city known for its hot springs. Upon our arrival, we went to try the bath, this time separated, which is not necessarily funny.
Never mind, the evening we went to the outdoor bath, privatized for half hour, you have to book. We’ll redo this every night, I think, although the night temperature is a little cool outside, it could be 2°, but once in the bath, you do not care. And when you leave, the body is hot, the cold outside does not have much control over you: you have time to dry and dress.
We have not really followed the instructions of the onsen. We were clean and washed before entering the bath. But normally, you have to dive into the water halfway up to the arms and enjoy the bath. Honestly, the bathroom was so big, to ourselves, we could make the koi carp. Two koi carps in the moonlight.
Our ryokan has this time a small side “Meji era”: the building is very large, ordered around several gardens, but there is also a small bric-a-brac vintage look, with old sewing machines and a whole lot Western odds of that would go to us for antiques for collectors. If it is quite confusing, it also changing from the Japanese order (the squared bed and nothing in excess).
Long live to Japanese baths, anyway.