Rest Stops and Fish Market

Well, the map to the women's restroom at the rest stop is quite a bit more complicated than the one in the men's.

One of my favorite excursions was when Yoshimichi (sorry, I didn't learn how to spell his name) took Jim, David and I to a fish market.

These guys could clean an eel lickety split.

And this woman grilled them to perfection.

Jim and Yoshimichi are checking things very carefully.

These are tuna tails, sliced and ready for soup.

Yummy, octopus tentacles.

Fish head soup, anyone?

And, finally, we ate some of this fish at a great little grandma-mom-daughter restaurant.