Gerri: "look at all my bowls!" Yes, it's definitely a breakfast of champions, or at least of many flavors.
On departing from Nagasaki, headed to Beppu, we had to get that silly photo, when they provided this awesome staging.
We hadn't realized earlier, but we're at the westernmost high speed train station in Japan, here in Nagasaki.
We'll have two transfers today, three trains to ride: 11:45-12:13 12:16-13:14 13:20-15:25
Yeah, that's right, the first transfer will allow us 3-minutes to find the second train, oh boy.
As it turned out, we simply walked out of the first, across the platform, with the second waiting just a few paces away. Most of our fellow passengers were doing the same transfer; with the on-time nature of these trains, it's no sweat.
Yeah, that's right, the first transfer will allow us 3-minutes to find the second train, oh boy.
As it turned out, we simply walked out of the first, across the platform, with the second waiting just a few paces away. Most of our fellow passengers were doing the same transfer; with the on-time nature of these trains, it's no sweat.
We picked up lunch at the Nagasaki train station. Tim thought it was easy to just grab McDonalds, our timing was exquisite, they had just switched over from breakfast. Gerri studied the bento box offerings for what seemed like hours (okay, about 20 minutes).
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Upon time for eating it, Gerri removed the packaging and found it tasted as good as it looked (even at room temperature).
Tim's lunch, okay, not so much - the cold burger, wasn't terrible, the fries, barely palatable when cold. Shoulda got another burger and skipped the fries, or better yet, one of those bento boxes.
USA? No idea what this is about (as seen along the rails). But, it's a sign they still like us, even after inflicting upon them the cuisine of fast food America.
Now in Beppu, there's an odor in the air, and strange steam venting from all over town.
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