Here's an excerpt and a few pics:
|The inauspicious entrance|
It's an inauspicious start. An overcast afternoon, with heavy clouds threatening rain.
|The divine bath|
We follow a
hand-painted wooden signs through nameless seaside villages, along ever-narrowing roads flanked by low walls bearing Chinese-looking lions called shisa.
I feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole - then we drive down a ramp and into an underground car park.
It's an odd first impression but the perfect introduction, I soon realise, to a luxury hotel that marches to the beat of its own drum: Hyakuna Garan, on the south-east coast of Okinawa's main island.
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