Finally arrived at the little island of Naoshima, but it was so late that the buses stopped running. The streets were completely dark and abandoned, except for a tiny shop, which turned out to be an old couple’s home/karaoke bar.
Fortunately, there was a young couple who spoke a little English, so we explained our situation to them. The girl called our lodge, who kindly offered to pick us up at the bar. The owners treated us to beers and we managed a bit of conversation with our new friends until the van arrived and brought us to our Mongolian-style yurt.
Even though our yurt was freezing, the space heater and fluffy comforters quickly lulled us to sleep.