Japan's most famous Onsen

Between Naoshima and Hiroshima we took the train down to Dogo Onsen, a hot springs that has hosted everyone from street vendors to royalty. It was the real deal. This old wood Japanese building with many different rooms to soak in. I went alone and David took Carlos.

I went into the ladies side and there were like 50-60 naked Japanese women of all ages in there. As I have mentioned before, the scrubbing before you bathe is INSANE. I think the scrubbing is as important to them as the bath. They scrub down, then soak and then get out and scrub again. But it isn't just scrubbing. They each squat on a plastic stool and lather their entire bodies and hair, they have special brushes and brush between each toe, behind their ears, scrub their hair. It is horrid. It was way too much for me to witness. Some women sit next to the hotsprings pool and scrub up and then dump the hot springs water on themselves to rinse off. I really don't even have words to describe the scene except to have you picture 60 naked Japanese women in a steaming hot tiled room with a pool in the middle and they are all covered in soap and water and polishing themselves like dirty silver. Ick-o-rama. I lasted about 10 minutes.

David took Carlos and the long bus he held on for dear life to. They just made it through the shower part and David didn't even get to soak.

Anyway... here are some funny photos of us and Carlos in his little robe. Poor bunny had to go to the ER last night because he fell on a metal door hinge and lacerated his forehead. We are hoping he doesn't have to get stitches. We are so so tired.