After the marathon, we escaped Tokyo to the mountain town of Hakone and soaked in an onsen. This fake tree didn’t care if it was raining or not. It had glass droplets.

Mt. Fuji stayed mostly hidden in the clouds, but the Japanese tourists didn’t seem to mind. They kept taking pics with this giant concrete black egg. No clue why. It reminded me of the famous woodcuts by the edo artist, Hokusai, “Thirty-Six Views of a Big-Ass Black Egg.”