Through the kindness of Fuji Television, our first two nights in Hokkaido were at the Hotel Daiichi, nestled in the interior mountains. Unbelievable is the only way to describe this elegant and restful place.
A small inn with a large heart, it sits along a creek snaking past an autumn-treed hillside. Directly across the creek is a rock outcropping steaming in the coolness, the source of a natural hot springs. It's owner and manager, Matsumi Haegawa, (46) was born and raised in the nearby farming communities and began the hotel in 1972.
We were shown to our rooms, the penthouse of the place. On the second floor it was a suite of two adjoining rooms. Salli's and mine were spectacular. A quiet entry with an adjoining room in which was the most high-tech zoomy toilet any of us had ever seen (a wall-mounted control panel provided a variety of choices of toilet seat heat, sprays and air blowers for youand usto guess about).
Then came the bedroom, with two large beds, a high-tech night stand with controls for all the lighting and overhead speakers with a range of music choices. Shoji screens slid back to reveal the main sitting room, as elegant and tasteful as any tea house, and a large picture window overlooking the natural wonders of the creek. This room then led to the shower and dressing rooms which opened out on to the porch with its own natural cedar wood hot tub. The girls' room, although not nearly as large, was equally wonderful.
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