If not for the kind elderly man my dad was able to talk to in the bus, we probably would have been very lost in Chitose haha. From the airport, we rode a bus but had a challenging time communicating with the bus driver even if my dad had some Japanese lessons. We almost went down several stops before our real stop if not for the kind lolo stopping us each time, with our luggage and all lol.
When we reached the place, we had help from kind strangers because we couldn’t figure out how to open the locker containing the keys to the unit…or the keys to the entrance doors hahaha. We did enjoy exploring the area for the nearest convenience store though!
Tofu steak, yummy pork chop, lemon Sprite-like drink, potato soup, kelp onigiri and inari sushi. All for me LOL because I was starving:
p.s. I ate lots of ice cream afterwards too. No regrets!
Unattractive but yummy cheese curry cup noodle, which I deeply miss, for my midnight snack:
I acclimatise to a place by eating a ton of local ice cream HAHA. The frozen delight memories serve as my souvenirs and as expected, I was spoiled for choice in the dairy capital of Japan lol (don’t quote me on that, I have concluded that on my own, but my research tells me that the best milk is from Hokkaido because the nature-y setting makes the cows very zen-like and chill):
The best melon ice cream in the world for me:
The sky was dreary when we arrived but this sight made me happy:
True story: We had to buy water so my dad got the hugest bottle in the store. I was parched so I refilled my water bottle and took the hugest gulp and swallowed. And it burned my throat because guess what…
It wasn’t water at all.
Hand for scale. My Japanese-reading friends told me it was shochu, which is a Japanese distilled beverage with less than 45% (!!!) alcohol. I don’t drink nowadays so this was a complete shock to my innards and my state of mind hahaha.
So you can take it from me. The above is NOT water. My dad kept on lookong for random strangers he could donate it to. Because, sayang lol
I had to stop and smell the flowers because: lavender growing near the pavement deserves to be appreciated…
…and also, I wanted to blow on the random dandelions because I never see them here in Manila haha:
The deserted playground was a bit spooky though:
There weren’t a lot of people or cars outside when we were there and we heard loud booming sounds that was too industrial to be thunder but too loud to be machines (which crept us out). Also, it looked like this at night when the bus drops you off yiii:
But! It looked great and not scary at all during the morning:
Inside the compound: