Kanazawa-Tokyo

We started the day by tagging a post outside some hippy music store near our ryokan.

Then we decided to stock up on souveniers or omiyage for folks back home. We headed back towards Ninja Dera to grab some things on that street. One shop keep was very insistent we try some tea while we checked out her store, in the hopes we might buy it. From the package we gathered it might be a type of plum tea, which can be alright, though there appeared to be hot peppers or something red on it. She brought us cups and encouraged us to take a sip right away. We gulped it and just about barfed all over her, but struggled to remain smiling and appreciative so as not to be rude. I have never tasted piss but I imagine this is what it is like, salty, heady, just disgusting. No sign of plum or hot peppers. She was attentive enough that we couldnt't dump the remainder in her planter or chuck it out into the street so we had to drink the whole thing down. Barf. We bought some stuff in a rush and then headed right to a convenience store to buy beer to wash the taste from our palates.



This awesome sign was outside the beer store.



We made our way back to the ryokan to get our stuff and then to the train station to get our tickets for Tokyo. The station was designed to look like a torii, or tradish Japanese gate, though I also kind thought it looked like a samurai helmet from further away. It is an altogether cool station though.

We took a shorter trip back, so didn't get to see the sea or all of the rundown fishing villages but managed to get a regional beer on the train from the Echigo brewery, definitely the best beer I had in Japan.

We returned to Shinjuku punk market for one last look and then went for a decent tempura dinner. Then it was on to Daragh's to pack and hang out - sigh, our last night here.