On Fantasies, Dreams, and the Inevitable Disappointments of Reality

Let's just say that capsule hotels are not all my imagination built them up to be. I was expecting a climate-controlled, internet-accessed, cable tv-ed, sound-proofed, and pleasantly private simulated coffin experience for my 3700 yen, but apparently the people who designed this particular Capsule Hotel and Sauna had never read William Gibson or Neal Stephenson. So in the end I was lucky to get four hours of sleep but never got a chance to see any LPGA live en direct. The breakfast and the sauna in the morning almost made up for my vaporized expectations. Almost.