We checked out of the Keio Plaza Hotel and headed out towards Mt. Fuji and the town of Hakone for an overnight stay. The weather was already looking a little grey and we are having doubts about it. We met a woman from California, named Patti, who came with her brother who was in the music business. Apparently she was very well versed in Japanese culture and gave us great information in exchange for me helping her figure out the rail system when her guide fell sick and she had to travel alone.
The coach ride to Mt. Fuji was guided by a pleasant woman, named Chizi-ko, or "Cheese" as she allowed some to call her. Immediately we figured out who was cool to hang out with and who was a pain in the ass from the get go. One Indian man and his wife deserved a great kick in the ass as he thought he was better than everyone else and barked orders to Chizi-ko, including stopping the bus so a woman sitting in his brother's seat would move somewhere else. What an a$$hole. Chizi-ko never conceded to his demands with certain foods ("We want curry for lunch, make sure the coffee is hot, go ahead and make the cream hot, too."), seating arrangements, etc. Since it's not customary for Japanese to scold or complain she kept a tight lip. We met two women from Maryland who we spent a good part of the tour with since they made good conversation and had a great energy. Plus, it helped that they yelled at P.I.T.A. guy whenever he got whiny. Eventually, he got the idea he was being a d*ckhead when nobody wanted to speak to him or sit with him on the cablecar or the ferryboat or...
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