Bin and I spent our 3-day vacation in November on a backpacking trip in Nikko. Well, it’s just fair that hauling 80L of bags should define it as backpacking, right? Yeah, us, backpackers! wow.
My ever-generous husbandry bought me my pack months ago, with all the intention to use it on our dream trip. But because we could not go, in at least the next two years (after we, uh, settle things back home), we finally decided to break it in. Amidst other important things we needed to budget for (haller, we havent bought a single furniture for our home yet), we both saw our bags as “investments” for future trips we really, really intend to take… and so with eyes closed and fluttering hearts, we reached deep in our already worn-out pockets and got him a matching pack last month. this is it! kelangan sulitin!
We were told that the best time to go to Nikko is during the middle part of autumn. We came probably two weeks late to see this famous tourist spot in its most beautiful splendor, you know, red-orangey falling leaves everywhere… but still, it was one of the nicest places I’ve been to…. that I was mentally kicking myself for visiting nikko just then. Anyway, there were still some parts that shouted autumn and the weather was so pleasant, that, as usual, we got to take millions of photos.
With our ryoukan reservation confirmed, our bags packed mostly with food (actually 50% of my bag weight was OUR food hehe) and our cameras’ batt fully charged, we left for Nikko early morning of Friday. Buying a 3-day Nikko pass in Asakusa, Tokyo really saved us much needed moolah. One pass costs 4.4k in mickeymouse money and this includes roundtrip Asakusa-Nikko (normal fare is 2K, one way) and unlimited bus and train rides in Nikko-Kinugawa area. We would have easily spent 20k if not for this ultra-mega-powerful pass.
We initially planned to avail the limited express where we have to pay 1k each, over the cost of the pass, but geniuses that we are, on a peak season like then, we forgot to reserve seats earlier. We had no other choice but to take the 3-hour local train from Asakusa to Nikko. Thankfully, we were able to find seats once we got to the train. The trip went by after sleeping half of the time and planning for our itinerary (and our life) the other half. It reminded me so much of the Nagano-Tokyo local train ride I, Kat, Rose and Marts took seven years ago, which we whiled away by playing word games. Long-distance slow-moving trains definitely have its own charm. With great company it will never be boring to me.
Our Nikko ryoukan, we soon found out, was a nice little inn by a river, about a couple of minutes walk to a forest and mountains. How could we get more rural than that?! hehehe … Most of the occupants that time were caucasians, probably because the inn is one of the few that wisely advertise on the net in eigo. We got the western type room because Bin is a diva when it comes to sleeping arrangements… he does not want to sleep on a tatami ! Good thing that I still managed to convince him to take the room even if it did not have a private bath. Haller, ryoukan does not suppose to have western rooms and private baths.
My only miff with this inn and Nikko as a whole, is the cost of dining. Our inn has exaggerated fixed rates for dinner (2k per meal) and breakfast (1k) when their menu doesn’t even sound a bit inviting. It paid that I fear hunger and we were “armed” with sandwiches I prepared from home hehe. We only had to eat out for dinners w/o really feeling deprived.
After dropping off our bags at the ryoukan and the short litany on must-see places by miss ryoukan-owner, we decided to visit buddha monuments 10minutes away, which turned out to be at the middle of a forest. The buddhas looked more like tombstones to me and the place reminded me of The Secret Garden… eery if not for other people visiting. After some shots, we left and went back to ryoukan for the tripod for a photo shoot of a lighted Shinkyou bridge also known as the Sacred bridge. We learned that it is called so because in old times it could only be used by the emperor. Accdg to miss ryoukan-owner, the bridge is very (stress on this) nice at night. Well, it is to me only if somebody would confirm that the ornaments are real-gold. Otherwise, carry lang hehe. It was close to freezing cold that night so we decided to go home after few shots and spend the night catching up on Heroes and Prison Break.