Temples

We went to Nikko the other weekend. It is up in the mountains and was just at the end of Summer so conditions were pretty nice. In terms of how it looked it was as I expected, but it was much much bigger than I thought. The initial entry fee of around $AU 20 was chocked upon, but looking back that was a great price for where it could take us. The time we spent was not nearly enough to see it all though; a full day would have been great.
Getting there in the morning before the crowds started would have been great. Although towards the end of the day the crowds started to thin and I could see the temples as they were without so much human. One particular thing I like about this place was an enormous spreading tree. It was supported by countless crutches where its branches rest. It looked very old.

I tasted maybe the best noodles ever in Nikko too. I can’t recall the name now… hang on, I will google it. I think it is called Yuba Tofu. Anyways, that is the stuff that we were eating with the noddles (Udon) that made it the best ever.

Also, on that weekend, we had another best ever noodles. We followed a friend (who was following a guide book) into the dodgiest hovel of a restaurant ever imagined. The chef was out the front feeding a cat with a bowl that looked like one you might find in a dodgy restaurant. I feared he was doing the washing up. We wended our way up the short drive way dodging the car and motorbike blocking our way. Inside was more of the same. Stuff everywhere and non too hygienically looking tables. Because we were hungry and had been looking for the place for a long time (we drove past it twice without seeing it as a restaurant) we decided to dine. As you already know (because I told you already), it was the best noodles every. Probably the biggest and the cheapest too. We also got free veggies with salt on then which I did not appreciate and did not eat. Salt on veggies. Really. But if you are saying “yeah, but…”, then I will say; “no.” And then; “no, no, no, no.” It was a visible lump of salt. The amount of cheese a cheese loving cheese freak might put on their pasta. It was wrong.

The end.