Invariably they offer small rooms and the Cross, where we are staying in Kyoto, is no exception – basically a big bed taking up 80% of the space. At least it has the warmed-up loo. On this one the console is in English and I’ve worked out how to release jets of hot water from below.
Wayne Smith wanted a coffee at Starbucks so he led off a group. The result was that one couple was left behind for the first visit to a rock garden. Contact was made with them but the taxi driver went to the Hard Rock cafe and – after that – the Japanese guide gave them the luncheon destination, so the schedule changed to accommodate them. The tour guide and taxi driver were held responsible but the lady was late in the first place as she left her purse in the breakfast room.
I rather take the view that once you have seen one Buddhist or Shinto shrine you’ve seen them all.
Indeed Kyoto with its forests, lakes and waterways is a city of staggering beauty.
We ate a ghastly Buddhist vegan lunch and afterwards we decided to forsake the afternoon trip to the Golden Pavilion as Daffers had obtained at the unlikely hour of 5.00pm a reservation at Kyoto’s best known restaurant Roan Kokonoi.
It shows the efficiency of Japan as, as soon as we were late, messages were relayed to us via the concierge from the restaurant.
The 12 course tasting menu was superb especially the barracuda wrapped in cedar wood.
I will leave Daffers to review this cornucopia of flavours. The service was superb with a helpful English-speaking waiter designated without any of this lengthy and pretentious explanation nonsense you get in similar Michelin starred establishments in Western Europe.
We had an example of mispronounciation when our guide was demonstrating Zen Buddhism rhetoric by a clap. Except it came out as crap as in “What am I doing when I crap?”Bob Tickler quipped “ Don’t worry, I wont tell your wife .”