The creaky old bus rattled down the narrow, winding road through thick bamboo groves and past quaint little shrines, finally bringing you to the secluded hot springs village you had booked a week's stay at. Stepping off the squealing bus, the crisp air fills your lungs. In the distance is the traditional inn you had reserved, the Kokeshi no Yuwaku-kan. It looks almost like an antique, a relic of older times with its dark wooden beams, rice paper screens and sloping rooftops of ceramic tiles. Th...