Thursday, January 05, 2006
We didn't run. In fact it took us a lot longer than 10 minutes because when we turned a corner we were greeted by hostesses carrying trays of hot sake. So we sat down on the benches outside their ryokan to drink the sake and watch mochi men demonstrate how to transform a huge pile of hot steamed rice into fresh mochi. The hot sake was a welcome gift on that cold foggy morning, ten minutes away from the Miyajima ropeway.