Bumming around in Kata

Turns out Kata is titchy, 35% roadworks and 35% cemetery. We'd just shaken off the guy from the train, who got off with us and possibly tried to kidnap at very slow speed, when a tiny truck pulled over and a man got out and asked us if we were staying in the area.

This sort of happened yesterday, a van pulled over and strongly suggested we hop in for a lift, so we were on the edge of talking him down when he said he's a "hotel man" and from Owase Seaside View which is the place a kilometre out of town we are booked at tonight.

He showed us the reservation on his phone, and went on to explain that he doesn't have our contact information (third party booking site) but wanted to warn us that while our stay includes breakfast, there's no dinner, and what's more there are no restaurants or shops in this town.

Pointing at the minute liquor store, he said they had some snacks, and relaxed a bit when we said we'd stock up. Wonder if running into us was coincidence or he'd been hooning around looking for pink gaijin all day.

It was pretty sparse but we got some packet noodles for tonight assuming there's at least going to be a kettle, and some sweet pastry things and potato chips for lunch. Schlepped up to the park to wait in the shade until we could check in at 3, where a billion ants used me as a skatepark.

Settling in I bid farewell to the idea of eating out for lunch and dinner tonight and tried not to think about that place with the beach, but took the mild boredom as the gift of true rest it was.Read more