The centrepiece of our day was a walk from Magome to Tsumago.
First thing in the morning though, before breakfast, what else does one do other than take a quick onsen at a place like Fukinomori? This time I braved the outside onsen as well as the inside one, although only briefly in the morning. I met a nice (Canadian I think) gentleman who was trying to persuade his young son to try the facilities. They braved the outside onsen together once I returned unscathed. Daisy didn’t brave the outside in the morning but had a peaceful time in the ladies onsen.
A very fancy-shmancy breakfast with lots of different nibbles to try and an element of “cook yourself” which seems to be the signature of this place. I’ll let these pictures tell most of the story:
Then we took the 9:50 hotel shuttle into Tsumago, which is designed to link up near-perfectly with the local bus to Magome. That local bus was very crowded and/but helped me to get my bearings a bit for the hike back – not that you need bearings because the hiking trail is incredibly well signposted.
Still, when we got to Magome I wanted to get hold of a better map than the one the hotel issued, which doesn’t actually cover the Magome bit. In any case, Magome looked like a beautiful little old-style village.
Along the way to the tourist office I was foolish enough to be tempted by a sweetmeat vendor’s offering (see pictures) which promised a secret sauce on the rice ball thingies. Daisy and I agreed that the lady is welcome to keep that recipe secret as far as we were concerned.
No, really our culinary mission and reward for hiking all the way to Tsumago was to be the chestnut ice cream, which Tim had promised to be absolutely delicious. Whenever Daisy dawdled a while, I reminded her that all the Tsumago shops tend to run out of chestnut ice cream and or close for several hours in the afternoon.
In the end, Daisy stated that the promised chestnut ice cream was probably not going to be worth the effort, so she dawdled as much as she wanted anyway.
In Magome, we did fancy looking around before hiking, so after successfully getting a map from the tourist office, we both liked the look of the Toson Memorial Museum, just across the way and something a little different. Shimazaki Toson was a famous Japanese writer who was raised in Magome for several of his earlier years. The old family home, which was destroyed by fire over 100 years ago, has been faithfully restored and turned into a museum and library. It was a very good way to learn more about that village, that sort of village life and Shimazaki Toson himself in one easy visit.
We met some nice Japanese gentlemen in the museum who gave us some fruits from a tree, we thought they were kumquats but we latter found out that the bitter, orange-coloured fruit of that region is actually persimmon and that we were probably given those, not kumquats. Both are indigenous to Japan, so who knows?
Then off on our hike. So well signposted, I really didn’t need the map, other than to Identify some of the landmarks along the way. The first part of the walk is predominantly up hill and quite arduous, but the majority of the walk this way around is a rather gentle decline into Tsumago. That I’m sure is the main reason why the recommended leisure hike is in the direction Magome to Tsumago. We encountered a few people walking the other way; not many.
Walking seems to be reasonably popular with Japanese people, though; as we neared Tsumago we encountered several Japanese tour groups walking, although we suspected that they were not doing as long or intensive a walk as ours.
The Magome to Tsumago trail is a small part (7.7 km) of the historic Nakasendo highway, which dates back to the Edo period joining Edo (Tokyo) to Kyoto – one of five such historic Imperial highways in Japan.
But none of that bothered us as we walked. We had three concerns. Firstly, to enjoy the glorious countryside and vistas on this trail.
Secondly, to be on the lookout for Asiatic bears; a rare sight in that forest by all accounts but that hasn’t stopped the authorities from placing bells to frighten off the bears at regular intervals along the trail. People seem to love ringing those bells for some reason and I took pains to try and growl like a bear whenever I heard one of the bells ring.
Thirdly, our mission to find chestnut ice cream in Tsumago, which, by the time we were getting close to the town, had revived in Daisy’s mind and was most certainly back on the agenda.
Without too much difficulty, we found a chestnut ice cream vendor in the centre of town, together with a nice Dutchman to take our photo for us.
He told us that chestnut ice cream was no big deal to a Dutchman because they can get that in the Netherlands; he and his mates were obsessing about green tea ice cream, which, we explained, is a commonplace in the UK – well, our part of London anyway.
Revived by our ice cream but realising that Tsumago is really quite a similar town to Magome, we took a few nice photos and decided to taxi back to the hotel, ahead of those who would prefer to wait another 90 minutes or so for the hotel shuttle.
That way, Daisy cleverly surmised, we’d probably have the onsen to ourselves at one of the nicest parts of the day. She was right and we both took full advantage of the outdoor onsen at that hour, only encountering other people as we were leaving.
I did some early evening blogging and then we took our evening meal – another marathon effort this time served by Mede – a very sweet young Moroccan fellow who had also served our breakfast.
I won’t list all the dishes again and we weren’t given the running order this time, but we pretty much enjoyed everything we ate this evening apart from a savoury custard inbetweeny dish that seemed a bit weird to us and apparently pretty much always finds disapproval with the western diners. We settled on one of the sakes from last night which had pleased us the most and stuck with that for a couple of rounds.
Another really lovely day.
All the pictures from Day Four can be seen by clicking the Flickr link here or below:
