Karuizawa with a spattering of snow. Experts say the hills aren't steep enough. Seemed steep enough to me!
If we weren't somewhat settled in Hong Kong, we would be packing our bags and moving to Tokyo yesterday. We loved it.
The trip started on the slopes of Karuizawa, where T vowed to make me a snowboard champion..in two days. Now, you know I'm not the sportiest of types, and you also know how I feel about climbing mountains. Well all of the above applies to snowboarding.
Anyway, we were with Babes too, who kindly arranged for her and I to have the only-native-english-speaking-instructor on the resort.
Two hours of terrible english later, an enlightening conversation on the ski lift which went something along the lines of;
G: "So, you must snowboard very well."
Instructor: "Ahh no." Grin.
G: "Do you snowboard every weekend in the winter?"
Instructor: "Ahhh no, first time." Scissorhand gesture, " Cut hair.... and make-up." Enthusiastic nod.
And after much time spent learning how to hold the board while walking ... we agreed T was actually quite splendidly suited to be an instructor.
Needless to say, my bum hurt like there was no tomorrow at the end of each day. But, relief was found at the hotel's hot springs (think sitting-alone-in-hot-water-with-snow-falling-and-the-silence-of-the-forest-around-you). After that, a large bowl of ramen, japanese bbq or an endless feast of sushi also all helped me feel slightly less sorry for myself. Not to mention the magic slow release muscle pain relieving patches!
Our cottage. Probably one of the sweetest (and warmest) little homes ever.