Mia-tachi no tabi - Day 9 - White Beloved Cookie

We had a leisurely morning at the hotel and then checked out, leaving our baggage at the front. We then made our way to Shiroi Koibito Park, which is a park around the Shiroi Koibito cookie factory. The park is actually really cute and had lots of fun little things. Like this guy:

Which pops out if you lean on the wrong post of the fence surrounding the apple tree he guarded. There are four little boulders and each one has a different little police dude from different countries warning you away from the apples. There also bubbles realased from the tops of the gazebos every 15 minutes I think. There is a clock parade that goes off every hour:

There are dozens of rose bushes (they line the fence around the park):

Then inside, there is a cafe, shop, and candy demo:

The aforementioned are all free. The paid section was 600 yen and included displays of old chocolate cups and chocolate boxes:

A view of the factory (which was facinating to watch!):

There was a cute cafe that we wanted to get a parfait, but didn't have enough time. But there was a baby grande piano that played itself:

And, for some reason, a gramophone collection:

There was also a old toy collection, but we were rushed by the time we got there, so I didn't get any pictures. We returned to Sapporo station and got lunch at a sushi place:

This is the second time we've eaten lunch at a place were I refuse to order anything, yet I still walk out full after poaching food from people's plates.... 

We picked up our luggage, took the train to the airport, got our boarding passes, and then *sniff* said goodbye to Myra and rushed to our gate. The plane was then late. 

After we boarded, my mom and I got into a mini argument over whether or not the flight attended was harassing the lady across from us or if he was being reasonable when he told her to put her somewhat large purse under the seat in front of her. Then he ended it by coming by and telling Rich to put his tiny little (frilly) purse away for take off. It was kind of pathetic. Also, the whole plane smelt of fish and it was nauseating. Rich finally determined that the source of the smell was from the annoying guy behind us. It did not make for a pleasant trip.

We eventually made it to Kansai International Airport, then to Osaka, and finally to our hotel, which has very tiny rooms:

We picked up gyoza from 551 Horai at the station which we ate for dinner before collapsing into deep slumber.