We had organised to meet up at the Imperial Garden in the morning, hoping to gain access to the Imperial Palace, but our timing was not good. We were a little late getting away and the shrine we had planned to meet in front of was huge, (if you're reading this Stefan we were looking for you) we walked around the shrine (about 20 mins) and went to the administrative office to book in for a tour, only to find that the palace was closed for a festival the next day. Having had our plan shattered we wandered aimlessly for a couple of hours (stopping for a couple of minutes for an interview with some local kids) before deciding to make a dash for the Iya Valley, in the hope of seeing an impressive suspended vine bridge that we had seen on TV before we left Brisbane. We wrote a detailed list of train connections we would have to make to get there and headed off. It was obvious the moment we arrived, that we were not where we thought we were. Our list called for a change of train lines and there was only one line running through this tiny town. We abandoned our plan (again) and decided to have a look around, glad for the chance to walk in the sunshine and to be out of big cities. It was a town of extremes, here in one beautiful spot we found the smallest (135 mL) and biggest (1L) cans of beer in all of Japan. There was not a whole lot going on here, we walked past a big arch, a small shrine, breifly stopping for a quick bong. Having exhausted the possibilities we returned to Kyoto.