It’s been a few days since I’ve updated the blog. We’ve been so worn out at night. I hope I remember what we’ve been up to.


The toilet in Nagoya wasn’t as fancy as Tokyo. It still did the job but there was no fancy flush button on the wall.


I sent all the wet and smelly laundry off to be done. I just couldn’t get it all done by myself.


The breakfast at the hotel in Nagoya was much more to Gus’ liking, particularly the ice cream and cake. He really doesn’t like the “wet” eggs they have everywhere. When I tried to explain that eggs are supposed to be a bit soft, he said he preferred the way he makes them (cooks them until they’re a solid clump). He also said he wants to cook his eggs for me in Osaka because we’ll have a kitchen.


It’s much quieter in Nagoya. The rush hour isn’t very long, and we seem to be in a good but quiet spot. We were right next to a train station which was one stop away from the main station. We found a supermarket and 7 Eleven with rice balls for emergency eats.


We went to Legoland today. We took the train out to the dockland area. It looks like the train line was put in for Legoland (or a major reason why). It starts at Nagoya station, but in a weird spot like it had been tacked on. The train we got had the inside LEGO themed (should have been a giveaway) and it finished near Legoland. It stopped at 10 spots in between. With all this infrastructure I’d expected Legoland to be bustling. It wasn’t. I don’t know if it was because it was a weekday or if it’s struggling, but it was pretty quiet.


Once in we lined up for the factory tour and it only took 5 mins to get it. It wasn’t a real factory, but they did have the proper machines used in the factories (heating the plastic, injecting it into brick moulds, stamping on graphics and packaging the bricks). It was all in Japanese, but Gus and I have watched enough YouTube videos to know what was going on. At the end I’m sure the guy motioned that we could take one brick each. When he turned his back, I may have accidentally taken a handful. Gus didn’t want to join in on my stockpiling. We then went on some rides. Again, there was little to no line. There was this spinning thing which just made us dizzy. We then went on this Jet Ski looking ride where you were spun around in a circle and then could steer to fling yourself out left or right. It was pretty fun. Then we went on a semi-submersible boat went through an aquarium. This didn’t have enough action for Gus.


We went into Ninjago world where they had this ride that I wasn’t sure about. Gus went straight on, but I needed to observe first. You must take everything out of your pockets and your bags off. It was a little cylinder with two seats and you were strapped on pretty tight. Once you started going you were able to press two buttons. Roll Back and Roll Forward. That’s what Gus did. This little cylinder just rolled round and round. I still wasn’t sure. Gus was desperate to spin me around. I said I’d go with him if I fit on. I unpack my stuff and pockets jump on and pull the lap bar down. I fit 😫. Around we went spinning back and forth until Gus realised you could stop if half way round and leave me hanging upside down. This sucked the most. It was a quick ride…we went on a few more times. It was fun. The other Ninjago ride looked a bit much for both of us. It was a big spinning arm where you were in a Ninjago plane thing getting flung around. It didn’t look particularly fun. We had some late vegetarian lunch, s’more burrito with apple fries on top. Everything else had meat.


We went on another spinning ride and the little roller coaster after lunch. We had enough after that, so we had one more ride on the JetSki ride and went to the shop. We picked up a few things but just didn’t have room for big boxes. It was cheap. It was cheaper than we could have got from Big W or Kmart.


We trundled along on our train and got back to our hotel. Our clothes were back. Expertly packaged in plastic bags, with each item of clothing in a plastic bag (undies and socks were all together). They love a plastic bag in Japan. We had some room service chips for dinner.