Food coma. That’s what Charlotte calls it, I often seem to suffer from it here. I simply can’t resist eating more with my eyes than my stomach can handle. Everything tastes ridiculously delicious in Japan – and since most restaurants take orders via a tablet, I somehow tend to order a few extra dishes.

The highlight of our visit to the soy sauce factory the other day was, well… so-so. But lunch made up for it – squid, cod, and swordfish – followed by a surprisingly tasty dessert: soft serve with soy sauce flavor. Yeah, I agree, it certainly sounds questionable. But it was actually delicious in that odd, umami-meets-ice-cream kind of way.

Yesterday afternoon, we took a long walk along the Saigawa River (犀川), which winds through the city, from the mountains down to the Sea of Japan. We ended our Saturday evening with dinner once again at “8” – the ramen joint next to our hotel, where Japanese salarymen slurp noodles loudly and hungry tourists apparently and inevitably drift into food comas…