It’s blog catch-up time! Rianna/ Jerome here. What can you expect from my latest blog post? I will be telling you all about our trip to the island of Enoshima and our visit to ye olde Kamakura, and providing photographic evidence of course.
Enoshima is a little island about an hour or so out of Tokyo on the train. Wrapped up warm (I even wore a wolly hat) we got off the train and it was really sunny. The hat came off. Waking over the bridge to the island felt a little bit like L.A, with the palm trees, the sun, and the sea, but we were constantly reminded that we are in Japan- with the Japanese people, and Mt. Fuji on our right.
Mount Fuji, baby. |
The island is littered with temples and shrines and that, pretty kijun (standard) stuff. We got corn on the cob from a bloke in a hut and walked the jaggy cliff path to the ‘CAVES’. I had never been in a CAVE before at this point, so was very excited. Robson is claustrophobic. She was basically on my back as we went round, holding candles to light our way. But I was very proud of her, we got through not one, but TWO caves!
After getting our fill of island related fun, we hopped onto the Enoden train to Kamakura. Kamakura is a small city full of old temples and shrines. The one thing we wanted to see most was a MASSIVE BUDDHA. Seriously, this thing is HUUUUUUUUGE. We even went inside it. In Kamakura we had a nice luncheon, BLT sandwiches which we dismantled and ate the innards of (there was mashed potato in the sandwich- mashed potato I say!!).
We caught the sunset and went for a wander on the beach back down on the opposite shore to Enoshima island. It had become pretty windy, so walking along the beach was treacherous! Sand + eyes = mega discomfort.
Windswept, we had a lovely meal at a seafront restaurant. Hopped on the train back, and got stopped by the police at Shinjuku station and asked to produce ID. Apparently we looked suspicious.
We finished off the night with a rendition of Whitney’s ‘I have nothing’ and went our separate ways, still windswept and smelling of the seaside.
Thanks Robson for a great day out! :) xxxx
Windswept, we had a lovely meal at a seafront restaurant. Hopped on the train back, and got stopped by the police at Shinjuku station and asked to produce ID. Apparently we looked suspicious.
We finished off the night with a rendition of Whitney’s ‘I have nothing’ and went our separate ways, still windswept and smelling of the seaside.
Thanks Robson for a great day out! :) xxxx
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