Pension Shiinoki

After the show and the izakaya afterparty madness last night, Yundy drove us up a hill to the inn where we would be staying for the night. It had been a long time since we had the chance to talk a little more in person to him. I told him i loved how vast and empty the roads were, to which he laughed and replied in English, “there is nothing here.” Indeed so, but ironically, coming from a densely populated city, “nothing” is something special to me. I always think to myself that it’s a case of “City Bumpkin Goes To The Country”.

Breakfast was made by the innkeepers, a kindly old couple. Everything looked and tasted perfect. We dined to a spectacular mountain view bathed in the hue of autumn.