December 01, 2011 | By: Andrew Centofante | Tags: travel
Jane and I were making our way across Japan from Kyoto to Hakone with the eventual plan to get to Tokyo. To do this we jumped onto the bullet train, or Shinkansen, for a two hour ride through the country. The train is pretty much the equivalent to flying but a lot simpler and nicer ride. How many flights could you walk up to 10 minutes before it left and get a seat. The train did move fast but the sensation wasn’t anything like the image I had in my head. I imaged being pushed into my seat as buildings flew by in a blur. It was more like any other train ride, just slightly faster. I watched the cities and country side as we glided along our path. I caught a glimpse of Mt. Fuji out of the window. It rose from the clouds in a mythical way that was intensely surreal. Hakone is known for some really great views of the mountain but the day we spent there was foggy so we never saw Fuji again. I drank a few beers and ate a chicken sandwich I got from the cart girl. It was a nice and comfortable way to see Japan.