Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Which is where the tying up loose ends and preparing for the return trip kicks in, folks, though there was one major long term issue that needed to be addressed before we departed from Kyoto.
It wouldn't have been an issue if we hadn't been able to access Wi Fi, but news that the pre-sale for dates on the March 2013 Neil Young with Crazy Horse tour of Australia and New Zealand started at noon local time in the various states had Hughesy doing a quick bit of calculating. Japan is an hour behind Eastern Standard Time, and two behind Sydney with Daylight Saving Time factored in, so that meant both looked doable provided nothing went wrong with the connection.
More importantly, with Sydney going on sale first the suggestion that I might see two shows on the tour wasn't immediately torpedoed. Neil tends not to vary the set-lists much once he starts a tour, so things mightn't vary much from show to show, but it is Neil, and it is the Horse, and I haven't had the benefit of seeing the man in any format before. Madam had a bit of end of trip running around to do while I chased up that show, so she headed off, leaving me in the lobby checking email and tapping out travelogue details.
Five to ten saw me logging in to the pre sale website and after a bit of toing and froing by ten past I had a seat for the Sydney show, which meant I had time, once the Supervisor returned, to head upstairs, gather up the goods and chattels while she completed the checking out procedure, after which I settled back to catch Brisbane, which was, predictably, being sold through a different agency and that was a fact that Hughesy, equally predictably failed to notice.
A bit more subsequent toing and froing once I twigged to the change produced a seat, and though it mightn't have been the best you might have hoped for I reckoned I'd done pretty well, particularly when you consider that I could well have been away from Wi Fi capabilities when the pre sale started and would probably have either missed out completely or ended up sitting way up in the nose bleeds.
Once that mission had been accomplished it was time to head off to Kobe. There had been a couple of options kicked around earlier in the morning, but the most straightforward involved waging a couple of blocks to the subway station, followed by a two-station transfer to JR Kyoto and a train that would land us at Kobe's Sannomiya Without the need to transfer trains in Osaka.
We could have said Thank you to Hankyu, but that would have in involved a transfer somewhere like Umeda, and no guarantee of seats on either leg.
Once we reached the relevant platform in Kyoto, of course, there were already queues formed for the next train, which wasn't that far away, so while we both found seats Madam was over there and Hughesy was perched on half a seat beside the carriage door.
Those matters resolved themselves just outside Osaka when the other seat over there became vacant, and by the time we'd left Umeda the population had thinned considerably, which was a big help when it came to retrieving the Little Red Travelling Bag and Madam's backpack from the overhead luggage racks as the train slowed into Sannomiya.
From there it was a short stroll to the bus terminal to catch the free shuttle that delivers customers to and from the Okura and the Meriken Park Oriental, which was our destination this time around.
It was, of course, far too early to check in, but once the luggage had been consigned to the cloak room we were free to set off on the first leg of the final shopping odyssey, though the question of lunch needed to be resolved first.