It’s 1am, freezing cold and I’m lying like a mummy on my back with my arms tightly packed to my sides in a sleeping bag.Continue reading
The view instantly grabs me.
But, keen not to be caught lurking in the buff, I eyeball the array of white bowls lined up to fill with onsen water, slosh one over me and step in to the bath. It’s hot. And an amazing contrast to the cold mountain air the rest of naked-me is currently submerged in. I pick the best spot in the pool with an almighty view of the snowy valley below and ease myself down. Submerged in the oyu (hot water), a cool alpine breeze sweeping over my naked shoulders and the midday sun beaming down on my face, I gaze at the view down the valley to ski fields and the Japanese Alps in the distance.