Through the window in the hall going to the onsen I saw this perfect cannibal pot! My father was always wanting to find one. My imagination says this used to be a personal bath for someone and now just a decoration, but cannibals would have loved to have had this for their cooking.
A wall sketching of how the onsens were years ago.
We had the place pretty much to ourselves since we chose to go at noon instead of after skiing in the evening when it would be crowded.
The waiting area between the males and females where we can wait for the slow pokes.
Through the window in the hall going to the onsen I saw this perfect cannibal pot! My father was always wanting to find one. My imagination says this used to be a personal bath for someone and now just a decoration, but cannibals would have loved to have had this for their cooking.
A wall sketching of how the onsens were years ago.
We had the place pretty much to ourselves since we chose to go at noon instead of after skiing in the evening when it would be crowded.
The waiting area between the males and females where we can wait for the slow pokes.
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