It took me three trains to Kyoto, mainly because I got confused. There is not much English in Osaka, and my Japanese is useless. The best decision I made all day was, when finally at Kyoto Station, to catch a cab to the lunch restaurant, which I won't name, for the problems were not their fault. Here is what it looked like from the outside.
To begin, three years ago the elevator of the Westin Miyako Hotel in Kyoto closed much too quickly, hit my arm and blood spurted on to my shirt. The staff did what they could, placed me in a taxi and sent me to the Kyoto Hospital Emergency Room. You can read the gory details.
Read the details.
I have since then been very careful about eating fish. Even salmon worries me. I'm surprised more people in 15 Craigside don't go to the emergency room after every Wednesday breakfast, for a Japanese fish, saba, is served, and there are a million bones when you count all the fish eaten.
The meal cost $50, and with some discomfort, I began walking towards the Gion District, where I took some photos:
This is the entrance to Yasaka Shrine, which has been here since around the year 667. That is Gion in the background.
I still felt the bone in my throat, so I first ordered some cheese crisps:
The cheese was warm and gooey. Then, I had some grilled corn and sake for my first hanami (picnic under a cherry blossom tree) of the year:
In the process of getting things organized, I dropped the sake bottle and the liquid contents all fell unto the ground. I said this was a terrible day. The good part was that, after all this roughage down my throat, I no longer obviously felt anything like a bone.
My Blue Bar Pigeon made an appearance at the Shrine:
Here at the adjacent Maruyama Park is the oldest Sakura tree in Kyoto:
Turning the other way, that sleeping animal is referred to as Samurai Dog.
food poisoning I got at a steakhouse in Frankfurt as the worst lunch.
There is something about experiencing near tragedy, surviving and being appreciative of the life I live. Tomorrow, on to Nagoya.