Snow-flecked peaks of Japan, as seen on the drive from Fukuoka to Beppu
Me, Nick, Shannon, & Kaitlin take our first dip. Hot-diggity-dog.
Apparently, he liked to fling babies around on his coattails.
Our hostel: not just any hostel, but a "Spa Hostel", featuring our own private onsen, or bathing facility supplied by natural subterranian spring water.
The hotspring gremlin, mascot of Beppu's "Seven Hells". I forgot to pick one up at the gift shop on the way out. My one and only regret.
Me, Nick, Shannon, & Kaitlin take our first dip. Hot-diggity-dog.
Tired, but eager to see the sights, we ventured into the first one of the seven "Jigokus" or Hells that Saturday evening. We weren't dissapointed. Exotic colours and sulpherous smells... ahhh!
Chillin' in the foot bath.
Aarrgh! The bog of eternal stench.
Your worst nightmare!
Feelin' hot, hot, hot!
Aarrgh! The bog of eternal stench.
Your worst nightmare!
Feelin' hot, hot, hot!
Wait, did you say something about crocodiles?
Hey Mr. hell spawn! Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Hey guys? Can you pull me up now? They're looking peckish...
Hey Mr. hell spawn! Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Hey guys? Can you pull me up now? They're looking peckish...
There was a sex museum opposite the entrance to Oniyama Hell hotspring, boasting an eclectic mix of classical erotica to not-so-classy exhibits. Fitting location. We couldn't resist a peak.
Onsen time! This one was outdoors, with a view of the entire bay, and featured several pools of varying temperatures. The hot water and cool air provided the ultimate in relaxation-sensation!