This is how the hot spring visit goes: You're knackered from a tough day. You get naked, shower in a public room with others of your same sex, then go outside to natural hot baths. You soak until your legs feel woozy, rinse off, clothe yourself, then go relax and eat ice cream.
It's a quick cure for anything.
Arima, lying on the outskirts of the northern end of Kobe, however, was a bumpy 40-minute bus ride and an overall subpar excursion. The hotspring we chose isolated us indoors, confined to small pools or large bathtubs. I guess we are spoiled from the hotspring havens that dot our island of Kyushu.
It is common for Kyushu's expansive natural baths to sit outdoors in the middle of a zen-inspired garden. Ahh, I'm daydreaming, or just stating my expectations.
Instead, I am stuck in a narrow heat room indoors with 55 other naked women. I could feel the germs festering in the warm conditions. I imagined as I was chilling in or should I say burning in the 107.6 degree Fahrenheit natural red water that i could feel my feet get tangled up with long strands of hair. I'm not lasting long in this one.
I battled through the people in the small, scolding shallow bath to find my way to the ledge, got out and soaped up really good once more, and called it a day. This time it was like somone took the caramel creme brulee and dumped anchovies on it.
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That's funny (:) !!
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