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We arrived early at the Ashinoko Camping Village and couldn't check into our cabin. Lucky for us the cabins are a 10-15 minute walk through a nice wooded area to the cable car ride and pirate ship station. (I only wish I knew this the first time I stayed at this camping village with Tracey and the boys and we drove everywhere). We took the cable car up Mt. Kami and got off at Owakudani to eat the black eggs. They cook the white eggs in the sulphur springs and it turns the shells black. The Japanese believe each egg you eat adds 7 years to your life. The black shell had no effect on the taste. They were oshii! A bag of 5 eggs cost Y500 and our families ate 2 bags.
The next day we rode the Pirate sightseeing ships to Moto-Hakone and took pictures at the Hakone Shrine with the Tori Gate in the water. We explored around town and decided to take a bus to "The Stone Buddhas". The description of them on the map sounded quite interesting. We jammed into a local bus and waited to hear our stop announced. The time came for us to get off and all the Japanese were looking at us kinda funny. We got dropped off along a major roadway at a rest stop. But it was a nice rest stop with nice bathrooms and a small museum with replicas of the Buddhas. The real stone Buddha was carved on the side of the mountain across the street from the rest stop. We had to go through an underground tunnel to get there. But the worst part was to catch the bus back to the town we had to stand on the major road with no protection to stop the bus. Mike bravely volunteered to stand and stop the bus and then the rest of us ran to get on. Thanks Mike for risking your life. This was definitely an adventure that we could have probably done without but you win some and you lose some. Especially as a foreigner in a foreign land. One of our wins that day was the surprising discovery of a small sausage shop by the lake and we ate oshii brats. (Some photos courtesy of Michael Cooper).