From Osaka we had booked a hotel room in the resort mountain town of Hakone. Think Whistler with less skiing. But first we had to bid goodbye to our tiny place in Osaka.
The place we stayed was booked on Air B’n’B and was not small (so were heard) by Japan standards, but by large-north-american-brute-male standards it was pretty tiny. One you walked in the door you were in the main hallway….the Grand Foyer if you will. In the case “grand” means “about 4-feet wide”. The toilet room (because that is ALL it was) made airline washrooms feel like palatial mansions by comparison. I could either close the door OR poop…..but not both. Beside that is the bathroom….because again, that is all it was. The entire room would easily fit in our bathtub at home with extra room for a bidet (which we also had). Across from those is something that could be described as a kitchen, though it would be, at best, tongue-in-cheek and realistically a flat out lie. It had a warm surface and a sink.
The door to the domicile was tiny…..like a small lawn gnome might go through easily.
The Grand Ballroom, the room we lived in, was huge!* (*Room was not huge) at 9 feet wide. It could fit a bed! And a table! And curtains!