Our second day at Fujikawaguchiko (yes, “Fujikawaguchiko” is the proper name for the town – try saying it five times fast) found us waking up to the quiet hush of a drizzly morning. From our guest room window, the lake before us was a shimmering grey mass at the foot of faraway misty mountains. It was almost like a dream. But we had no time to appreciate the view because 8 o’clock was rolling around and that was our allocated Breakfast Time. So we tried to look semi-presentable in our yukata outfits (essentially traditional Japanese garments that look like casual kimonos). Rakuyu gets its female guests to handpick their own personal yukata and obi (sash) upon checking into the hotel, so I picked one with a lovely cherry blossom print and matched it with a bright red obi. James was stuck with the generic pale lilac yukata that all the guys get.
We were quite excited for breakfast, which we had in the dining hall with everyone else. It was very amusing to see the other sleep-deprived guests dressed in their badly-tied yukata and slippers. We were among them, of course, yawning and looking positively zombie-ish. But the breakfast woke us right up. Because it was a darn good breakfast, packed with a little bit of everything, including the essential serving of rice and post-meal palate cleansing bowl of miso soup. It was a typical Japanese breakfast done right.
After the belly-bursting meal, we lounged in one of the comfy leather sofas in the lobby and looked out of its wide floor-to-ceiling windows at the tranquil lake. Every person who entered the lobby area was overawed by the view of Lake Kawaguchiko and took several selfies. For us, this relaxation time was actually used to plan what we were going to do that day (since the rain ruined a lot of options).
In the end, we decided to just wing it and see what the day would bring us. It brought us hydrangeas upon hydrangeas, the Yamanashi Gem Museum, a tiny burger shack selling bubble tea (yes, even in a tiny lakeside town in the middle of nowhere, you can find bubble tea), the beautiful flowers outside the Herb Hall (lavender, everywhere), odd but delicious “western” food from Corner House Restaurant (giant pork cutlet stuffed with melty cheese, anyone?), and a late-night private onsen bath at our hotel (yes, the water was scalding).