La Japoneisa: The One Where I Cut the Grass Again (and drove a Pajero)

And so I cut the grass again and again and again the whole day until the lunch and the dinner had stopped me.

We had a Finish guest called Nuuti [naughty]. I have offered that since I am extremely and believably hopeless at Taiko, all who want to go shall go and I shall take Nuuti to the onsen (not really a purely selfless offer but I dont think there was a better choice anyway really). To my surprise all the Taiko determinists were not so determined anymore, but I was still the driver of the night. However the sight of a fun-filled K-truck drive down the hill and tanuki spotting on the way back disappeared from the sunlit mountainous horizon when BoChan decided to join the onsen party. "Veronika, can you drive a Pajero?", Annie asked and to my modest ops and feeble defence she replied that its so easy anyway since its got an automatic.
And so off we were, Nuuti, BoChan and me, on the adventure of the day. Bo at one point asked me whether I needed a phonebook to sit on and I think this really explains the whole journey in this gigantic monster that one can hardly go forwards with.
Chicks in K-truck rule!

At the onsen I descovered a massage chair. Oh, and its so good! Forget the European crapchairs that everybody is so excited to sit in to get shaken from side to side and come out with ants crawling all over them from head to toes. This chair knew exactly what to do and how to do, knew where it hurt and knew that shaking will not do it.
And so after all the hard work followed by exhausting though reviving onsen times, my good book, peace on my mind and love in my heart I finally can sleep to the mountain songs a deep and healthy sleep of the just.