Tatu A.
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Firstly I want to say, please come here because it is an amazing heritage place and it deserves all the love.
Now for the review.
As I walked along the beautiful pathway leading to the 300-year-old heritage building, my heart stopped for a moment. The bridge, the old architecture — everything seemed to transport me back to a distant past. It was breathtaking. Sadly, this was also the best part of my visit, because from that point, things went downhill.
A day earlier, I had visited the architectural masterpiece that is Kusatsu Onsen, which set my expectations quite high. Perhaps that played a role in breaking the spell.
When we entered and asked for a day visit, the man at the entrance didn’t seem particularly happy to help, even though I tried my best to speak in Japanese. After explaining that day guests could only use the indoor baths, he charged us the fee and handed over two small bags. (I’ll come back to those bags later.)
Inside, the bathhouse had a nostalgic, retro vibe, though everything felt rather small and cramped. There were five tiny pools, one small shower, and two hidden stone “sauna” chairs. I moved from pool to pool, enjoying the varying temperatures. While the water was fine, it didn’t compare to Kusatsu’s quality. The real charm here lay in the building’s historical atmosphere.
Now, here’s the reason for the three-star rating.
As I was leaving and drying off, I finally checked what was inside the small bag — a toothbrush and what I thought was a towel, but turned out to be a tiny face towel. Trying to dry my genitals in front of a room full of Japanese men quickly turned into a comedy. The “towel” felt like sandpaper, making the experience genuinely painful. Out of curiosity, I checked other reviews later and saw that someone had complained about the same issue months ago, yet nothing had changed.
Honestly, I’d rather they simply advertise it as a “bring your own towel” place than commit this small but unforgettable crime.
In the end, the highlight of the visit was collecting the commemorative stamps — though since we weren’t allowed in all areas, we couldn’t get them all, as we are collectors, such pity.
Please bring your own towel and enjoy this magnificent place. Worth it!