Yesterday we left for Kyoto, setting out on our own for the first time. We didn't even make it out of the train station without sitting town for a piece of extravagant cake, adorned with sculpted fruit.
Our failure to make reservations landed us at a dilapidated hostel, where we slept on two of six futons laid side by side on a creaky, second-story floor.
There was no shower and only one bathroom. We brushed our teeth side by side with the other visitors. My suspicion that the sheets hadn't been washed after the last tenant's stay spurred a restless night full of bed bug dreams. I swear at one point I hear a mouse scuffling around in the walls.
The hostel's saving grace was a common room containing a table with blankets draped over the heater underneath. Not only was it warm, it allowed for other travelers who had neglected to plan to compare notes on their adventures. The hostel provided free beer, sake and breakfast, and we wondered at how it could possibly stay in business. I suppose since they don't wash the sheets or make any renovations, they wouldn't have much overhead.
Lesson learned: Just call. It takes two minutes and saves hours of nightmares.
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Too funny about the free beer and sake... you must have put them out of business...
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