Dad went, this time without a collection of serious facial injuries and punctured lung cartilage (last year there was a fall down a mountain in the dark).
The highlight was a weekend away, driving around the Izu peninsula as our fancy took us. The hills were spotted with orange groves and sakura spread in hybrid, pink and white blushes while the coastline bristled with matsu pine trees. Everyone was friendly, we ate piles and piles of ise ebi (crayfish) and sashimi for breakfast and dinner and we even found a cafe near a famous waterfall run by an avid golf-fan, to Dad's delight.
