I reached Kawaguchiko Station in the hope of viewing Mt Fuji. Who doesn’t want to see Japan’s most famous mountain? On my final full day in Japan I knew my chances weren’t great. The sky was cloudy, and as I drew nearer, rain dampened the sidewalks. But this was my last chance.
The woman in the Mt Fuji tourist office shook her head and pointed at the screen that showed the view — nothing but grey swirling mist. There was absolutely nothing to see of Mt Fuji, not even its base. The best I could do was hike down to Lake Kawaguchiko where clouds hung over these lower hills.
At least I had a quick glance from the Shinkansen a week earlier. I suppose that would have to do until next time.