Day 9: Breakfast

Eating in Yakushima was a different experience than Saigon. I couldn't walk around aimlessly in the mornings and pick and choose what I wanted that morning, made fresh. I had to purchase things at the market the night before to ensure we had stuff to eat the next day. What we traded for food convenience we got in beautiful air and landscape.



The outside of the hostel.



We encounter some early risers on our way to pick up the car, or food. I don't remember




Breakfast.




The view.