Haikyo! Sun Park Hotel, Kiyosato

I was riding in the mountains of Yamanashi, a couple hours from Tokyo, when I came across another rad random hotel haikyo. These are the ruins of the Sun Park Hotel. Let's check it out!



If you're feeling adventurous, go ahead and climb the fire escape ladder to the 2nd floor.



Or just walk in the back. Your choice. I chose the door.





There's a nice bar in back.



I need a drink. One part grenadine, 2 parts shochu. Preferably haunted shochu.





Old timey phone!



The rule is, when you see a lone shoe, whatever thought was on your mind will come true. Am I the only one who grew up thinking that superstition?



Even though access was extremely easy, this place didn't feel safe. The floor had a strange, spongy texture to it that seems like it could cave in at any moment. And this was on the 4th floor.



The spongy texture could be due to the fact that it was actually alive.



Surely, even when the hotel was in full working order, this stairwell was still terrifying.



Poor kids, this room was full of bunks, probably meant for groups of school kids bent on visiting the Kiyosato countryside. It's famous for milk and ice cream.



How many people sat here in the dining room with a dairy treat?



Maybe Mr. Hashida himself (or herself?) sat here doing just that.



Or maybe he (she?) retired to one of the rooms. Nice touch... a pay TV and a roll of toilet paper.



There were toothbrushes EVERYWHERE.



The cafe terrace must have seemed like a nice idea at the time. It probably got hit with one winter and then rotted away.



Every haikyo seems to have something dated. This time was a bus schedule from 1989. I wonder if they heard the bubble burst all the way out here.





If you're one of the many haikyo enthusiast out there, this one is really easy to find. On route 141, just north of Kiyosato station. Or was it south. Anyways it's there. It looked like there were other haikyo in the area. Have at it people. The Kiyosato area is totally touristy too, if you are into that sort of thing.









I'm out, my next stop is an hour up the road, described as 日本のヨセミテ, the Japanese Yosemite. Rad!