The bus was close to packed to the gunwhales on the way up, but once we were there the mob dispersed to all quarters, with most of them evidently opting to descend via the rope way. Actually, bus one way, rope way t'other seemed to be the generally preferred option since we found ourselves sharing the downward bus with a bunch of stylishly dressed young hipsters who alighted in the gourmet quarter, evidently out for a big night out.
I guessed they hadn't caught an earlier bus, had made the ascent via the rope way, and with the sightseeing done were off to make merry.
We took ourselves around to a suitable vantage point overlooking the city for a round of snapshot action where capturing the full moon over the city lights was a priority. Once we'd accomplished that we made our way into the summit complex, with the requisite array of gift shops, tea houses and restaurants and a rooftop viewing area that might have offered the best views but was also, predictably, packed along the railings, making photography a marginally more difficult assignment.
In any case we were out to get a seat onthe 6:20 bus back to the bottom, and found ourselves occupying the same seats we'd had for the ascent, thus locking in the both sides of the view aspect.
Back on the ground we headed back to the hotel, since the camera bag was now surplus to requirements, and the plan for the rest of the evening involved chicken yaki tori and a couple of cleansing ales. That plan came unstuck when we stopped to chat with the helpful front desk man,who informed us the proprietor of the convenient eatery next door was inclined to be difficult. (Really? a chef with quirky personality issues? Who'd have thunk?)