The Poetist

*The companion pictures to this story can be found here

The successful dinner put me in a good mood, and it carried me down the rest of the hill and into the train station. I successfully got on the train and all that, then I remembered something – I was told that I initially went in the wrong direction on the train because I hadn’t been in the first two cars. But I was! I specifically sat in the front so I could get the best view possible. At that point I was like wow, sometimes this country really screws you and there’s no two ways about it. In the end, though, I really enjoyed the day. I didn’t see any shrines or temples, but I didn’t need to; once you’ve seen about 4 or 5 they start looking the same. I didn’t see monkeys either, but I enjoyed walking around in the fresh mountain air, with beautiful scenery to boot. Will I go back to Nikko? Probably not… unless I’m 100% sure there will be monkeys. (*^_^*)