Shinjuku, 8am, -2°C – we board a Keio Line train to Takaosanguchi Station. It’s nice and warm inside our car, we’re getting sleepy. At first, the train is full of people, mostly men in suits on they way to work. After 20 minutes, we’re half way there, the train is now almost empty. Only one other couple looks (judging by what they wear) like they may be on their way to the same place we’re going.
We look out the window, the sky is blue, there are no clouds and we hope we’ll get to see Mt Fuji from the summit of Mt Takao. I keep looking at the buildings we pass, at the mountains in the background and suddenly -There it is! There it is! Mt Fuji! Quick, take a picture! We’re such tourists.