When you are stuck in rural Japan without a way to translate the address of your ryokan and are about to vomit from motion sickness, you'll wish you took my advice.
I didn't have a lot of time to enjoy all the city has to offer, but there was still plenty to see on a balmy autumn evening.
Sometimes, when you feel like everyone around you has gone mad and the wheels are about to come off the jalopy you're in that is hurtling down the highway at 120 mile per hour, all you can do is laugh.
Before I get into the details I have a confession to make: I don't like Las Vegas.
For now, it's coffee in one hand and rental car keys in the other, and awaaaay we go!
The only other beings you are likely to encounter are herds of elk or pronghorn antelope.
We got there about 45 minutes past sunrise and it was otherworldly. I felt like I'd fallen into a storybook illustration.
As a dyed-in-the-wool minimalist, I make it a habit to pack light. I don't like to carry heavy things...