Contrary to the current mood (at least here in cold and Omicron-struck central Europe), I’d like to invite you for a short holiday trip; for a less cringy message, see below.
Let’s start by grabbing something to eat at a newly opened breakfast-cafe in edgy Óram’uel. From there, we can walk into the old town and join the masses of less trendy tourists posing for selfies in front of the Opera and buying cheap plastic souvenirs around the Zoésora Temple.
After wandering around the Ballet Theatre and the Museum of the Oceans at the new, modernesque harbour front, we take take the Metro Line 2, which follows the course of the oldest railway in all of Kojo, to an exquisite beach-side neighbourhood named after the two things that make it and the city great: the sun and the coast. Here, we join the high (and less-so-high) society of the city in sunbathing and swimming for a little while. Afterwards, we can take an Express bus back to our Hostel in the studenty Ōnagara neighbourhood. Every street bustles with cafes and restaurants, with little Boutiques as well as chain pharmacies. After a quick shower and nap, we are ready to head back out again.
As we walk south, the quirky vibe is replaced by a more sophisticated atmosphere in posh Thurn et Sasó. The Fóskiman Chigai-Showugan, Kojo’s most renown art museum (unless you ask people from the capital), is impressive enough from the outside, so we disdain its treasures and instead go for a picnic in the green lung of the city. Although dedicated to the Revolutionists of 1834, nowadays it is a source of tranquillity and chill for the Finkyásenians, who sometimes, between work, study, loud traffic and long summer nights, need to force themselves for a brief pause.