Monday 16.09.13 8,12 km
I woke up in the night and looked outside. It didn't look that bad.
But now in the morning the wind rip off the trees in front of us and the rain is dense curtains waving.
TV shows nothing but the typhoon
At 7am I think it's worst. Around 8 it calms a little - I think. Until I go down for breakfast. The rain is pouring down wipping the windows. My room is sheltered. From the wheather forecast it looks as if it won't be over until this afternoon at 3.
I thought I'd be able to check out at 10am and continue at noon. But typhoons have their own ways... A glas of juice and a cup of coffee... Here they don't put sugar in the coffee the way we do, but pour in a transparent syrup in small cups like cream/milk.
It sound as if Kyoto has been hit the worst of the rain. There's massive flooding. The waves out at the coast are up to 9 m.
I've been down to pay for an extra night, so now it can just go on raining...
At 1pm it's stopped, but there's still a fierce wind. Quite convinient? I'm struck by a tummy bug and lie down with nausea and end falling asleep. But if it has to be, it cannot fit better, I have nothing to do.
Late in the afternoon I have recovered so much that I go to the postoffice to withdraw some money. There's a postoffice in every little village, and they always have an ATM. When I go back I see the pagoda on the mountain opposite to Fuji San again and decide to go looking for it. There must be a fine view towards Fuji from there.
The stupa........ .....and the view to the city
It's like in Sendai, a park high up over the city and the view is excellent. It's a stupa, where the buddha sits inside. There are also a bell tower and statues, which I unfortunately cannot read who are.
The misty silhouette of Fuji San - as the japanese call it
On my way back to the bike I'm spoken to by a japanese lady, who starts with
"Where are you from?" but immidiately continues "Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" Quite
surprising. We do mostly speak english her german is a bit rusty. She also
speaks a few french words. She's an architect living here in Gotemba and has
been to Germany: München, Köln and a city more I couldn't understand. She owns a
danish table. She likes danish design. At the end she reveals that her german
teacher has a
restaurant: Lindenbaum, and she put a dot in my map. It's a bit out of town. If he's german I never ask, but I go to look for it. I don't find it. Maybe it was a bit further ahead, but there was a giant downhill and I would have to all the way back up... And my stomach it's for german food today, that is, IF they have german food. It could be nice to know.
On the way back - it's getting dark - I buy two yogurts. That has to do for the dinner. I have also some apples left.
Even I've done my best - with Nori's camera - it's nothing compared to reality
Now I sit by my window looking at the cone shaped silhouette of Mt. Fuji in the faint blue sky rimmed by reddish clouds. You don't get anything better!