Day 9 in Japan: The day I cheated (twice), fought a mountain, and got betrayed by my own bladder
Morning in Japan is starting to feel like a religious experience. Another amazing breakfast, this time handcrafted by Aki, my guesthouse host Guest House Kiyohime—eggs cooked to perfection, crispy toast, creamy yogurt, and a hash brown so good it should be illegal. If this is what mornings always tasted like, I’d be a morning person….
