Buffet breakfast. Double pancakes.
Pirate ship across the lake.
A lovely walk up and down the 400 year old road, covered in moss.
With a tea stop in an old tea house. Plus rice thing.
The beautiful, peaceful, gorgeous onsen.
The sneaky orgasm.
The tiny cake thing that we watched getting made.
Video calling Jo.
Freddie’s open mouth sleeping. Like Han.
The various travel methods to get from Teshima to Hakone. Walking, ferry, trains, tiny trains, funicular trains and a cable car.
My Michael Bublé joke.
The Story about our Google translate history.
The beautiful onsen. Sitting in the steaming water outside under the stars was lovely.
Buffet. Big huge buffet. With too many desserts.
Wearing the yukata to said buffet. #pantsfreebuffet
The art house on Naoshima that was totally dark but also actually wasn’t. Really cool. Left you smiling and laughing at how your mind and your eyes work.
The ferry across to Teshima.
The adorable tiny cafe for lunch with the vegetarian meal and the creamy vegetables and the fruit because we had no meat.
Hiring electric bikes. It felt so free and fun. And so necessary to have the electric boost!
The red art house with the fish and the mirrored toilet.
But mainly, Teshima Art Museum. I’ve never been to an exhibition or gallery as good in my life. It’s knocked all the rest of them off the top. It was incredible. The size, the shapes, the light, the water and the way it moved. The way it left no trace. It was outstanding.
Discovering our creepy looking hostel is actually an adorable place with a beautiful shower room and a delicious vegetarian dinner. Don’t just a hotel by its run down Soviet looking cover.
Three little things 