An earlier night started a shift back towards the old body clock cycle, and while I’m usually awake comfortably before 6:15, that’s usually the result of an earlier bedtime.
As it was, I crawled out of the cot, spent a big of time on the Travelogue and promptly crawled back to the cot for another spell that lasted until I was told it was my turn for the morning shower.
And after that we had an appointment with the number three breakfast Viking in Japan. We’d been in the coffee shop the previous afternoon, and had the chance to get a glimpse of an impressively large serving area.
As a confirmed fan of the breakfast Viking, the news that this one was #3 in the country meant I wasn’t going to be messing around and taking my time with the ablutions.
Downstairs, the breakfast arrangements made it very unlikely we’d be needing lunch, though I was disappointed to note the lack of vodka in the area around the tomato juice. The Viking offered all the regular options but added a touch of luxury in the form of foie gras, caviar and extremely rare roast beef.
And desserts. Yes, if you were that way inclined you could opt for sweets at the end of your breakfast.
I’d loaded up in the interests of avoiding lunch, and by the time the topic of a possible dessert was raised I was at the point where I, quite literally, couldn’t eat another thing.
Actually, I’d responded to a couple of remarks about the morning’s intake with an oink.