After yesterday’s intense hike, I thought that the best cause of action would be to wake up at 06:00 and go for a run around the lake. As the circumference of the lake was approximately 14km, and we were at an altitude of just over 900m this was a reasonably difficult task. My decision to run through part of a building site, and then to take a detour into the lake itself certainly didn’t detract from the feeling that I had managed to destroy my legs. Two hours at Jonathan’s drinks bar, as we waited for the bus, went a long way towards cheering me up.
Rather unsurprisingly the motorway was rammed all the way back to Tokyo. Fortunately this time the bus that I was trapped on (for a mere 4 hours this time) had a toilet that was roughly the size of my apartment, replete with vanity mirror and flowers! Which, given the fact that 2 hours of ‘all-you-can-drink’ had resulted in a bladder the size of a small country, was definitely a good thing. Rather unfortunately the bus was certainly not designed for 6’3” Gaijins who had long since lost all feelings in their legs.