It’s crazy how much Niseko changes at the end of snow season. The sun comes out and the streets empty, and there’s a distinct vibe of everybody knowing something you don’t. It first became obvious when an Australian dude walked past us in thongs and shorts, sludging his way through the ice. Okay, that’s ambitious. Then I saw a Japanese kid gleefully eating a soft serve ice cream, halfway up the snow covered mountain. Mocking us. It was a tropical 7 degrees. Bah! We weren’t going to let a little sun stop us.
We spent the next few days eating, snowboarding, drinking and sleeping. We cooked our own meat at teppanyaki, attempted to medically overdose on various types of ramen and even had the manliest brodate which included crepes, wine, candles and an attempt to not make eye contact. When we didn’t feel like going out for food, across from our hotel was a heavenly wonderland called Seikomart. Seikomart, my lost love. I will always remember your magical $2 sandwiches, your freshly made curries and prepackaged macaroni and cheese. But most of all, I will remember your $1 jam sweetrolls. *sniff* Excuse me, I need a moment.