About 140 years ago, the parents of Kenjiro (my grandfather) caught a ship from Akita to Otaru. Not sure how long that took, but from the time I left my hotel room in Akita, it was 15 hours later when I reached my Otaru hotel.
The weather was not quite stormy, but close. The room I had on board came with breakfast and lunch, with the latter particularly spectacular. About a dozen small Japanese dishes arrived with a Sapporo beer, and I thought that was it. But no, then came ikura/rice, miso soup and a fancy tsukemono:
Now, totally satiated, an artistic dessert arrived:
A staff member of the Shin Nihonkai, Maria, became a very helpful guide, and shared with me some Sapporo Ramen:
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