If you're looking for a good night's sleep you need the right equipment, and Hughesy likes two pillows, thank you very much. Maybe the lack of a second pillow accounted for a fitful slumber, but I managed to sleep in until around six-forty-five, and started by checking email and such before resuming Travelogue duties.
We don't want to get too far behind because we'll need all the time we can manage to fill in historical detail when we get back home. I've pencilled in a day by day web page process once we're back, but there will be external disruptions (Christmas/New year, cricket) and quite a lot of historical material to be trimmed and edited, so we want to have the nuts and bolts of the travel side of things as close to complete as we can get them.
It was around eight-thirty when I took my turn in the shower as Madam investigated the intricacies of tea and coffee facilities in the room. A subsequent discovery that check out was at eleven rather than the anticipated ten meant we left the Daiwa Roynet Sannomiya with the day to day up to date, as of 9:16 am.
Once we'd checked out, leaving the luggage in the cloak room, we set out in search of a light breakfast. That came at a pleasant location called The Boulangerie Comme Chinoise Honest Cafe, a bakery operation sitting in the first level of the descent into the underground network underneath Sannomiya.
After a couple of substantial days, I didn't need a huge breakfast, just something to keep me going, and the prosciutto and Gorgonzola baguette certainly did that very nicely.
Heading on from there I was after a cap or hat, preferably something warmish to keep the top of the head warm in situations where you're not looking at a beanie. The felt cap that had been used for such purposes was sitting back in Bowen after it hadn't taken too kindly to being washed.
We found exactly what I was looking for by sheer luck rather than good management and with my requirements attended to I found a comfortable sofa and grabbed the iPod, figuring a Kinks-based soundtrack was the way to go.
Dedicated Follower of Fashion and all that.
I was able to riff slightly on the same theme as we made our way through the arcades, and spotted a couple of outfits in trendy menswear outlets that would have my acquaintances rolling around in hysterics, first at the sight and then at the price paid. It here was one stunning little cashmere ensemble that was priced at around the equivalent of $A1200…