We slept well on our first night in Japan.
Here's a hint. Ever slept in a room with a snorer, who you are not in a relationship with, and laid awake in the early hours cursing every breath they take?
When they are asleep, tie a piece of string to their big toe and yank it everytime the racket starts. It works every time and over any distance within reason. But choose your victim carefully. Some people get a bit shirty about their feet.
Better than throwing peanuts at them in the darkness.
We surfaced early and set off to rendevous with Dirk, Victoria, Francis, Shema, Paul and Dale at the Hakuba ski slopes. Somehow we were four hours late. Ski hire took forever. Ken Wong should have stuck to hot wok delights and left driving the loop bus to someone who knew the way.
The lesson for the day is that you have to be pretty determined to get to your destination by travelling in the wrong direction.
When we did arrive, we spent the afternoon painfully searching for lost form. Expending giga-watts of thigh energy as a desperate substitue for technique, we melted the local glacier.
The Hakuba Backpackers hostel did a decent range of cheap food and beers and after eating we crashed for the night.
PS.
A note to the wise. Travel budget is a friend of yours. Treat him nicely and don't start a round the world year of travel with a week skiing in the world's most expensive country. A week of this and poor budget will never get over it. Three days and he already looks pretty ashen.
Here's a hint. Ever slept in a room with a snorer, who you are not in a relationship with, and laid awake in the early hours cursing every breath they take?
When they are asleep, tie a piece of string to their big toe and yank it everytime the racket starts. It works every time and over any distance within reason. But choose your victim carefully. Some people get a bit shirty about their feet.
Better than throwing peanuts at them in the darkness.
We surfaced early and set off to rendevous with Dirk, Victoria, Francis, Shema, Paul and Dale at the Hakuba ski slopes. Somehow we were four hours late. Ski hire took forever. Ken Wong should have stuck to hot wok delights and left driving the loop bus to someone who knew the way.
The lesson for the day is that you have to be pretty determined to get to your destination by travelling in the wrong direction.
When we did arrive, we spent the afternoon painfully searching for lost form. Expending giga-watts of thigh energy as a desperate substitue for technique, we melted the local glacier.
The Hakuba Backpackers hostel did a decent range of cheap food and beers and after eating we crashed for the night.
PS.
A note to the wise. Travel budget is a friend of yours. Treat him nicely and don't start a round the world year of travel with a week skiing in the world's most expensive country. A week of this and poor budget will never get over it. Three days and he already looks pretty ashen.
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