The Beautiful Shores of Wakayama
"A seaside town not even Japanese locals visit—and yet it's full of people from Shanghai?"
The fifth day was almost entirely spent on trains; we arrived at Shirahama toward evening.
A pristine beach, a muted sunset.
The guesthouse that night was entirely in the Japanese-style style, with rusty red water coming from the taps, and the hallways were unventilated and swelteringly hot—altogether evoking a horror film about a fire-ghost story.
