The night buses became more atrocious as the trip progressed. This last one was definitely the worst; it's just a normal 4-seater coach bus. During the night, the bus driver turned down the AC and the bus became a sweat cabin. Somehow I survived.
Because of my last-minute bookings and the Obon holiday, all direct buses from Tokyo to Miyako are full. The closest I could get was Morioka, about 2 hours away. So, I would have to take a train. My colleagues who've taken it said it was a nice experience, with a different view from the regular scenery on the road.
Now for 3 hours of waiting in Morioka. Since everything opens right when I depart at 10am, my only choices were coffee shops and bakeries. I think I went to every shop in the station area (which is not a whole lot). On the way to the train, I ran into James's girlfriend and made some small talk. She's at work, so I didn't want to hold her up for too long.
The train ride was enjoyable, slow and steady. Best part was that I don't have to do a thing, other than getting on and off. My experience was slightly soured by the train conductor, who informed me that I was in a reserved car, about 15 mins into the ride. So I had to haul my heavy-ass luggage to the unreserved car, where there's almost no seats. Then again, from the horrendous bus ride last night, I was too tired to complain to even myself, and slept most of the way through.
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