Thursday, 24 July 2025

Hot cities and beautiful views


We awoke to a very hot Kawagoe. 36 degrees in fact. We were happy when dad put us in a car our grandad had already started the aircon in. We didn’t drive far. We parked in a car park on the main tourist street we had walked down last night. Mum took dad for a walk and said it would only take five minutes. 30 minutes later and they returned with gifts for our grandma in the UK.


We drove off then into the mountains. Kawagoe was 36 degrees but soon, high in the mountains it had settled down to 28 degrees. We drove to a stunning damned lake. Quiet rightly, dad went and looked at the view whereas grandad, grandma and mum pushed us inside a building where we had dinner. Restaurants can be annoying. In the UK if Yuto or I wanted to eat our own snack before dinner we could … but here we keep getting told off. Mum was getting annoyed too. 


After dinner we played in this wonderful wooden ball pool. It was brilliant. You could feed balls into tubes and they would roll down into the ball pool. The only thing is, balls came quickly on the right hand side tube whereas, the left hand took a while. The left hand represented a healthy forest where water took a long time to enter a pool due to roots … the right wasn’t good.


Once done grandad said let’s go back to the car. Dad and us two protested. We hadn’t spent any time looking at the lake. Grandad laughed and off we went to look at this stunning view.


We continued our drive until we were within a mountain village. Tonight we were staying in a 200 year old mountain house. Mum had chosen an amazing place to stay. The house was filled with history. We had a huge futon bed which Yuto was very much looking forward to rolling around. After food shopping and eating dinner, we all settled down to a lovely evening of reading, playing and looking out at the view which, consisted of a beautiful tree with pink petals in the foreground, followed by a lovely mountain valley all around. 


Sadly grandad wasn’t well so he had gone to bed early. A part from that, what a wonderful way to spend a day.

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