So today I went through Kamakura and mostly on foot. Oh my feet hurt, and they hurt even more when I think about all the heels Japanese girls were wearing. We didn't get lost on any trains today, but we were stuck trying to decipher Japanese symbols at several stations today. Thus, we asked for help in our broken Japanese. Kamakura was awesome, but everything is in Japanese (and small) and there are little to no signs offering directional help. None the less, we were able to make it to a couple of temples, the beach and of course the Big Budha. We even got to see the inside of the Budha's belly. He is huge and caught daunting at first sight. We were quite proud of ourselves for tackling the area and somehow finding our way to most places we wanted. We rarely took the easiest route, but we always got there-somehow.
I'm now enjoying a miller lite and resting my feet. We are apparently going to the bar strip nearby (at least another 3 miles walking-hardly nearby in my mind, but whateves I'm not in charge) so soon I'll be enjoying some Kirin and apparently this crazy snake venom sake shot. Not my thing, but my brother insists I must try it and we all know there are few shots I turn down ; )
So the trains have proved to be interesting for so many reasons. One of the things that cracks me up is that many of the natives immediately keel over and fall into what resembles a coma upon boarding. I can't figure out one, how they don't get thrown around like a rag-doll like myself, and two, how they know how and when to wake up and get off at the right stop. Today I proposed to my brother that they set an alarm on their phone that alerts them to wake up and get off-He didn't seem to buy it. Seems logical to me. I also have several theories as to why they all immediately collapse once aboard. I'll share those later.
Have lots of pics, I'll post some of them later.