He offered to split a taxi to a sporting goods store he knew of where I could buy some sneakers. I jumped, figuratively, at the chance. Soon I was dropping $180 for a $60 pair of ASICs trainers, but it didn't matter. I could WALK!!!! Strains of hallelujah filled my head and the heavens parted. Game. On.
Just the day before, I had decided that with my foot problems I might as well skip out of Tokyo and head to a beach in the Philippines to re-coup. But now, with my new zillion dollar wonder-sneakers, I had new life. I changed my flight a 2nd time so that I could check out Mt Fuji and Kyoto. My wallet singed to a crisp and my feet light, I hopped a bus to Mt Fuji.
There is not much to say about my time in Fuji, other than that it was raining or cloudy the whole time. I had a wonderful first experience in an Onsen. I had a marvelous hoto soup. And I learned to fold a paper crane, origami-style from my bartender Mayumi. But Fuji-san didn't want me there yet. It was time to get on the Shinkansen and head to Kyoto.