I think I’m finally getting on the right time zone — and I seem to have caught a cold. Yay travel. We cruised out to Kegon falls yet again, and this is the closest we’ve come to getting it right. The lower section of the falls, which might be my favorite part, produced a vibrant rainbow (above), but I still would have preferred some of the fog we had the previous day (below). I know, I know. But I’m picky. But sunshine and waterfalls just don’t mix. I’d much rather shoot a waterfall in the rain.
I switched things up with a green tea latte from a food stand at the park, and I ordered some sort of totally unhealthy but delicious fried potato cake. A bunch of locals were going gaga for the stand’s curry bread, but I don’t know that I’d be able to handle spice and bean paste before noon. On the way out of the area we stopped by a few other smaller waterfalls, but unfortunately we’ve missed peak fall colors by about 6-7 days. We knew this area would go first, so it wasn’t a total surprise, but I think we were both rather bummed that we didn’t get to see a waterfall surrounded by a warm palette of autumn golds and reds.
Rather than trying to get from Nikko to Kyoto (I don’t even KNOW how long that would have taken — probably 8+ hours), we decided to spend the night in Tokyo and we’ll head to Kyoto tomorrow. We checked back in to the Prince Gallery Kiochi, and as soon as we arrived at the lobby, we were greeted with an intoxicating smell that made me want to plop down on a massage table. I don’t know how to describe it, but here’s a try: It's floral, herbal, sweet and salty, and if I smelled it again, I'd know exactly where I was.