Our last destination in Japan was the port side city of Kobe. It seemed a shame that we were only there for one night as it appeared to be an interesting city, covered in historical richness. It contrasted Osaka opposing with the affluence that coursed through every street and avenue. The weather was perfect too, a combination of warm sunshine with a refreshing breeze from the coast meant that strolling around was a pleasant doddle. We went down to the port and grabbed a drink before unsuccessfully trying to determine where our ferry fro China might depart from. The outskirts of the museum down by the harbour had a display that we viewed informing you of the earthquake the city suffered and the devastating effects, some of which could still be seen. We then sat in the park with yet another drink as the heat sweltered around us.
Once it had cooled down we headed over to the Chinatown area for a prerequisite before out Chinese leg of the tour. After a quick peek and feeling rather hungry we decided to sample one of the culinary delights and dangers from each stall along the road. We chose the food individually for which we both had to sample. For the most part it was a fun, pleasant experience apart from one piece of food that was spherical in shape with a bready outer layer. innocuous enough, until you got to the purple mush beneath that resembled some kind of mutant bodily fluid and tasted what I'd presume to be similar! After that there was only one solution, a solution which with our alcoholic dispositions, had amazingly escaped our needs within the first few days of landing in Japan. It was time to sample the Sake.
We found a local bar that seemed dingy enough to do cheap booze yet prominently located enough to escape glances with enquiry. Sat down we ordered a small sample each, which was more of a big sample containing 5shots worth of Sake each. We drank and considered it's tequila like taste, and also why the waiter had brought a plate of old lettuce to the side of our table. Odd. After the first sampling we got some more, with extra beer on the side. Despite our later urge to continue what we originally designated as cultural 'sampling' but that had evolved into a plausible excuse, in our semi inebriated minds, to get 'on it' we decided not to continue drinking due to the 50 hour ferry that would await the wrong side of a heavy night out. We called it quits and headed back to our hostel for a good nights rest before embarking at 11am across the Chinese sea to Beijing.