Woke up early that day to go to Nagoya to meet up with my parents, aunt and uncle, who’d all come to Japan for a holiday in Hokkaido and on the way back home, decided to stop by Nagoya in order to meet me because it was the nearest big city to Seto. It was pretty hilarious because all the while I’d been aware that my dad would be going on this trip with that aunt/uncle couple but my mum had said she’d be too busy working to go along. They kept up this story all the way till the night before we were to meet, when my dad asked if I could be the one to reserve the Shinkansen tickets for 5 people. 5?? Who’s the extra 1 person? I asked my dad. Mum, he replied without bothering to keep the ruse up. LOL. Parents and their attempts at surprising their children.
Went to Kyoto with them for a day trip since they figured there wasn’t really that much to see in Nagoya compared to Kyoto. This time the itinerary was mainly planned out by my Aunt and Uncle, who wanted to visit Kiyomizudera and do a walk down the hill around it. If left to my own devices, I probably wouldn’t have gone there because I tend to shy away from the crowds at these very obvious tourist spots. The temple itself wasn’t particularly interesting to me but the walk down the narrow twisting lanes was a surprisingly pretty walk.
No matter how many times I visit Kyoto… there are always such pretty sights to behold.
Nothing like a bowl of Matcha and deliciously densely flavored wagashi meant to be shaped like Hydrangea… since it’s the flower of the season. ^^
This view too, of the Kamo River, is one I never ever tire of. Especially when it’s soon to be sunset, bathed in golden light.
In our attempt to get into a restaurant with a view of the river (as was every other tourist’s motive for going to that area i’m sure), we ended up entering a random restaurant that didn’t have a river view just because everyone was getting tired of walking around. Could’ve predicted that. ;p It was a dinner of Yuzu-nabe, Yuzu flavored hot pot which was a first for everyone. Not quite typically Kyoto but at least it was a special meal.
Bunked in with my parents that night on a makeshift bed in their hotel room, using two sofas put together. Felt like a bit of a kid again, settling in under the blanket onto a surprisingly cozy sofa surface, hearing the sound of the TV as my dad watched while my mum was busy packing.