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When we got back we found a quick, traditional Japanese restaurant for lunch. Mine was more conventionally shaped, but still had a marble.Р”В®xhausted from my arduous ninja training I fell asleep on the train back to Kyoto. it had a narrowing in the middle, with a glass marble that rolled around in the top. Joshua's bottle was shaped differently from mine. They also had curry lemonade - if I see them again I'm trying that next. I translated for her and the answer came back 'No, it's wasabi lemonade' I had to have it. Andrea pointed to one and asked if it was green tea. However, they did get key chains and we bought a couple of cold drinks. We stopped at the gift shop and I was accused of being unfeeling, after refusing to allow my kids to buy real swords and shuriken. Andrea vetoed the walking on water, as she saw another ninja trainee almost completely loose it and fall into a murky pond that could almost be described as a very wet field of mud under a foot of standing water.Р”Р„t the end we all got a ninja diploma, even Andrea who had refused to participate because she was not dressed for the occasion. The kids and I did ninja training - climbing walls, rocks, and ledges, and throwing shuriken. The fireplace even concealed a tunnel that you got into by rolling the fire out of the way and then back into place. They saw ninja houses with traps, secret doors, collapsing ceilings, and escaped tunnels. Having been told back in the states to just make the decisions and plan our trip, I got snippy. I tried to argue that off the beaten path is often where the best experience occur and was told that people beat paths to places worth going to. On the ride over I got to hear Andrea tell me for the forty-ninth time about how I had picked the wrong ninja museum and we should have gone to the one in Ueno, which was far more touristy and hence would have more reliable and easy to find transportation. The driver, got out, found a phone book and called the ninjas who came right over to pick us up. Another bus came, also not headed in our direction. A van came, but it was picking up for the Bayer plant. We saw a bus, it wasn't going to the ninja museum.

#Ninja village kyoto free

There is a free shuttle from the station to the ninja village. The pecan raisin bread that I ate on the train would give Zingerman's a run for its money.Р”Р„n hour and a half and two trains we arrived in a deserted station in Kooka, which is in the Japanese countryside. We headed out to the station, bought some food for the journey, and boarded the train to Kooka to see the ninja village and museum. Two late nights in a row really got to him. Dragging Ari out of bed was a huge challenge. At 7:30, while Andrea was doing hers I woke the kids. I woke up at 6:30 and spent 20 minutes killing time, resting in bed before getting up to perform my morning ablutions.