He told me it would be hard to get there. "This time of the year there aren't many visitors so transport is scarce". Still he help me to figure the train + two bus it would take me to get there. It wasn't difficult. Japan is a funny mix of easy and complicated. But one thing is sure: if you can find a timetable saying there will be a train and two buses, there will be a train and two buses. While waiting for the second bus, in a stop in the middle of a deserted road where the first bus driver had left me (just pointing "get out, get out") I wondered if I was about to prove that sometimes that bus doesn't come. I was walking up and down the road nervously, thinking of a possible plan B if things went wrong. I looked for houses in the distance, I mentally calculated if we had drove that much from the train station. I thought to myself "what the hell are you doing here, sara?" alone in the middle of a road in some mountain in Japan, thousands of miles from home? But then the bus came and it drove me there. The most beautiful onsen I have ever been. Where I was served tea and bathed in the unbelievable soothing japanese waters.