We bade farewell to Tokyo and boarded a day trip towards Mount Fuji because we hope that the tour bus would alight us some near our next destination - Hakone. That is the rare few package trip we have ever done in our travels and Daniel absolutely completely hates them - where your guides ushers everyone up the bus like school children, brings them to a spot, hurries them off the bus and let them snap a million photos and ushers them up again onto the bus to the next stop. We were kinda puzzled why the rest of the busload of tourists - a family of Singaporeans, some Europeans and some Asians allow themselves to be treated as such. Well, it could just be us:))
I think our family trip only begun when we asked the tour guide to drop us at Hakone as their bus journeyed back to Tokyo. With only our backpacks [our luggage was safely deported to our next destination Tokyo Disneyland Sheraton thanks to the fantastic Taikuhaibin service that only Japan], we literally skipped our way down the narrow steps of the monstrous bus, wave goodbye to our fellow tourists who have now developed a sense of familiarity with our noisy family and headed to an unknown bus terminal.
Coming down the steps of the bus was liberating. The air smelt fresher. The sky is bluer. Hahaha. I didn't truly understand Dan's frustration until I 'smelt' true liberty. [Don't worry if you do not understand our jubilation here]. Only our astute Sarah could sense some abnormality here, "Mommy, where is everyone in our bus?"
We are on our own - on the way to our next adventure. Our Japan hour adventure resumes.
So for the record, that's our family in the middle of nowhere and happily posing for our camera [hung from a signpost] as it happily snaps away in its auto mode. Note: Dan looks especially estatic. Hahah!!
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