We walked from the Silk Inn Kagoshima to the bus stops in front of the station. Then we realised, we didn’t have any small cash for the bus and hurried to a nearby shop to buy something small, to have some change. That is because they change 1.000 Yen notes (about 7 Euro) inside buses, but nothing above that. Luckily we managed to be back in time at the bus stop and joined the queue. This is also something special in Japan – even at bus stops they are very organised and stand in a queue. That makes travelling a lot less stressful than for example our experience on a ferry in Croatia, which I still vividly remember.
When there was a bus, and we weren’t sure if it’s ours, someone in the queue told us it´s not yet the right one. Later inside the bus, another woman told us where to exit the bus, there was no way of understanding for us what bus stop they announced in Japanese inside the bus, and we didn’t see any signs. Although no one spoke English and we don´t speak any Japanese, it somehow worked out. It was about a 70-minute drive until we reached Chiran at about twenty minutes after 9 a.m. with the sun shining brightly. The bus stop at the samurai residences is just at the eastern entrance of the town. From there we only had to walk a few steps and then south, until we came to the first garden at the east end of the samurai residences street, where a ticket for all the gardens was sold and where we were greeted with free green tea!
Then we walked westwards and came along a Doll Museum, but skipped that. We went along the main road and went to a fork, but nearly took the wrong street, but thankfully got it right and realised, that the walk to the next station was much longer than expected. We walked and walked, but no Peace Museum in sight. Finally after about 15 minutes walked we came to a garden which I believe was part of the museums’ ground. We saw the bus stop just in front of the parking lot of the museum on the main road, and there was a timetable on it, that confirmed it´s the right one. We just had a few more minutes until the bus would arrive so we couldn’t go to the enormous looking museum, unfortunately. It seems to be a huge tourist attraction, as there were busloads of people. At the bus stop, we also meet the couple of Japanese tourists who helped us at the bus station in Kagoshima, and they were even on continuing their way to Ibusuki.
Just opposite the sand bath was a restaurant and so we went there. We tried to order our food based on the pictures on the menu, but since my friend who is extremely picky about food, I decided to order something for him (in English). Well, I was not really sure if the woman who served us, who is also the owner of the eatery, understood what I meant. I actually just left it to fate at whatever comes to our table, I will eat it anyway. Suddenly a young woman and her mother at the next table talked to us, who overheard that we spoke in German. She was half-Japanese, half-German and now living in Canada and glad to have an opportunity to speak German again. She asked her mother to translate in Nihonggo, what we ordered and the special request of my friend. So it was cleared up whatever confusion there must be. It was a pleasant little chitchat with Monica and her mother. We talked about how beautiful the places where we’ve been and how friendly an accommodating the Japanese people are, and the food also was excellent. When we finished, we walked back to finally enter the sand bath. We had to rush a bit because there was just a bus coming full of East-Asian tourists, who also wanted in and we wanted to be first at the ticket counter.
Inside you have to go the changing rooms where the lockers are, strip naked and put on the kimono that you got when you paid your entrance fee. Then we had to walk outside to the beach along the promenade. There was the shade on the beach part where the tourists were buried in the hot sand. It was a bit windy, and we were busy holding our kimono together on our short way to the beach. Then we were shown in our place, had to lie down in the very shallow pit of hot sand and were buried with our kimonos with just our heads jutting out. The sand was not only hot but also felt heavy. We were advised to stay under for about 15 minutes, and it was indeed enough. Still, it was kind of relaxing and definitely something of an experience. After that, we tried to get rid of the wet sand (you of course sweat a lot) and walked back to the building. There was the entrance to the Onsen where you put back the kimono, wash the sand off and then enter the hot water. After some relaxing, we went back to the locker room and later I went up to the building, where you have a view.