It seems that even Beppu likes to keep Sunday special so consequently pretty much everything is shut when we arrive in town – I'm not so sure what is special about that, maybe I am missing the point. Whenever I need to kill some time I find that the supermarkets are great fun just to browse around trying to identify what the products are. I am not sure what the shelf-stackers make of me keep taking photos of packs of curry.
I get press-ganged by the receptionist at our hostel (I mean we happily volunteer) into doing a calligraphy class, where we are taught the art of Japanese writing in return for helping students with their English, it actually turned out to be good fun and in response to the often asked question 'Are you on Facebook?' you will be relieved to know that I have given out most of my good friend's names.
In the evening I look around the town and am perplexed by the amount of signs offering 'Snacks'. As I venture deeper into the back streets the signs become more revealing in both an artistic and explanatory sense as 'Ladies Snack', 'Jenny's Snack' and 'Lolita's Snack' leave me in little doubt as to the true meaning of what snacks are on offer. By the time I arrived at 'Come and get a bloody big snack here, sailor' the Yen had well and truly dropped.
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