It all depends on what you can get in the course of your day to day existence. Hughesy's standard breakfast tends to run towards Weet-Bix or toast and Vegemite during the week, which is why I go towards egg dishes on the weekend.
Madam's regular breakfast at home sits towards the standard Western cereal-based version, and the chance to go Japanese represents a welcome change and one suspects the people who were going for bacon, eggs and hash browns were probably enjoying a welcome treat.
A substantial breakfast will usually go close to keeping us going all day, which sits well with plans for the day. Madam took the subway out to Myodani to leave the blue suitcase with The Mother, Hughesy got to sit in the lobby at the Okura, tapping out a couple of hours worth of Travelogue that should have things pretty well up to date by the time she gets back.
We've resorted the luggage, whacking everything that's surplus to current requirements, like airline blankets and neck cushions into the bag that's on the way out to Myodani, and we've sorted the things that are going with us into the Red Suitcase, the Red Travel bag and Hughesy's back pack.
The first two went into the cloakroom after the porter caught us as we stepped out of the elevator, the backpack is sitting beside me as I type, and in around two hours Madam will be back to steer us towards Sannomiya, where we'll deposit most of what we're carrying at the next hotel and set out to sort out tickets for the week's worth of rail pass action.
As it turned I out I had around three and a half hours to catch up on the Travelogue and fill in the details of The Frockster Factor, which will be the explanation should we fail to catch a glimpse or anything approaching a decent view of Mount Fuji. That was more than enough time to fill out the details, and with things more or less up to date (at, coincidentally, the end of the previous paragraph) I decided to head into Settings and check out the WiFi situation.
I'd attempted to do the same the previous evening, and failed to turn up as much as a hint of a network, but that was up in the room on the 13th floor. Here, down in the lobby there were signs of a couple with the little closed lock beside them and one called Hydrangea, which looked to be free.
And it was, which meant by the time Madam had made her way back from the wilds of Myodani I'd checked the email backlog and caught up on the cricket score from Adelaide. I'd tried to access the video feed, but it was geoblocked.
By this moment in time Australia had progressed from an overnight 5-270 odd beyond the 550 mark on the way to a declaration on 570 and I was quietly jubilant, since, at this stage, it looks like the worst scenario has Australia going in to Perth leading 1-0 in the five Test series.