Hakone Stole My Heart: The Perfect 3 Day Itinerary

Last Updated on March 19, 2026 by Charlotte

Hakone was just meant to be a short stop on my way to Tokyo, but it became so much more. I visited in autumn, when the leaves blazed in a full spectrum of reds and golds, and the days were warm and sun-drenched, yet just cool enough for steam to rise from the geothermal rivers that give Hakone its name. Nestled in the mountainous region of Kanagawa Prefecture, Hakone is a historic onsen town located about 80 kilometers (50 miles) southwest of Tokyo in the Fuji-Hakone-Izu National Park.

While the town itself is small, it offers an incredible range of experiences. From soaring over a steaming volcanic valley on the Hakone Ropeway with breathtaking views of Mt. Fuji, to wandering through one of the world’s largest Picasso collections at the Hakone Open-Air Museum. Three days in Hakone is just enough to soak in its best offerings: art, Lake Ashi, and onsens. In this itinerary, I’ll share the can’t miss experiences that made me fall in love with Hakone, so that maybe it will steal your heart too.

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Day 1: Arrival in Hakone & Art in the Mountains

Stepping off the train at Hakone-Yumoto Station felt like a breath of fresh air after surviving the crowds of Kyoto. It was close to noon on a beautiful bluebird day in the mountains. Just steps from the station, the Hayakawa River sliced through the valley, running parallel to the main strip that was bustling with shopfronts, cute cafés, and of course, 7-Elevens.

I headed to my hostel to drop off my bags, and it was a bit of a hike! I crossed the river and climbed an incredible number of stone steps before finally reaching my accommodations. After a quick stop, I headed back to the station, Hakone Free Pass in hand, ready to explore.

The Hakone Tozan Train, covered by the Hakone Free Pass, was a charming vintage-style red mountain train that wound through forests and climbed the steep slopes of the Hakone mountains. Unlike Japan’s high-speed Shinkansen, this train moved at a slower and bumpier pace, zigzagging up the mountains through thick forest and steep hillsides.

I couldn’t imagine riding this railway every day, but it was evident that many Hakone locals did. I was surrounded by school kids in matching uniforms, swaying with the train’s movement as they chatted and hung onto the grip straps.

After a short forty-minute journey, I stepped off at Chokoku-no-Mori Station, just a short walk from my first and most anticipated destination in Hakone: the Hakone Open-Air Museum.

Visiting the Hakone Open Air Museum

The Hakone Open-Air Museum was like nothing I’d ever seen before. A seamless play of art and nature, where sculptures stood against a backdrop of mountains and autumn leaves. Over 100 works of art were scattered across terraces and gardens, some standing boldly in the open, others tucked away like hidden surprises waiting to be found.

I wandered at my own pace, feeling completely unrushed. I loved that this place didn’t ask you to “get” the art, it just invited you to feel something. Maybe it was awe. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was just the quiet joy of being surrounded by color, light, and the gentle stillness of the mountains.

I climbed a spiraling stained-glass tower, where sunlight poured through in shifting colors, wrapping the space in an almost dreamlike glow. Apparently, the tower had been built by hand using 2 to 3-cm thick glass fragments that were broken with a mallet. Throughout the entire sculpture park, I could see the craftsmanship that had gone into each piece.

One of my favorite works was Close III, an iron statue of a person splatted face-down in the grass by Antony Gormley, a British artist. I personally related a lot to that piece.

One of the best things about the museum was the Ashiyu Spa, a free, geothermally heated foot bath. As I soaked my tired feet in the steaming warm water, the chill in the air slowly ebbed.

Perhaps it was the day of the week, or just my luck, but there was almost nobody else around. The stillness made the museum feel even more surreal. Just me, the sculptures, and the mountains standing quietly in the distance. One statue that really stood out to me was The Weeper by French artist duo François-Xavier Lalanne and Claude Lalanne. Inspired by the myth of Narcissus, it showed an angel resting her cheek on the water, mourning a reflection that disappeared as her tears fell.

Beyond the outdoor exhibits, the museum also housed one of the one of the largest Picasso collections in the world, with a rotating selection of over 300 works on display. I took my time wandering through the indoor gallery, letting the abstract lines and colors settle in my mind before stepping back out into the crisp air.

As the sun began to sink behind the mountains, I made my way to the museum café, where I warmed my hands around a steaming latte and tucked into a simple, satisfying meal. With the sky softening into dusk, I sat for a while longer, content, watching the last of the daylight fade over one of the most unique museums I had ever visited.

Day 2: Hakone Ropeway, Pirate Ships & Lake Ashi’s Shrine

My second day in Hakone began with what many considered its main attraction: a journey over the steaming volcanic valley of Owakudani and a voyage across Lake Ashi on a pirate ship. The morning started with a packed ride on the Hakone Tozan Cable Car, a tram-like train that lurched steeply uphill from Gora Station. I was wedged in among what felt like 200 other passengers, gripping a handrail as we ascended through the forest. The air grew crisper, thinner, and before long, I reached Sounzan Station, the gateway to the Hakone Ropeway and to Owakudani.

This is why people come to Hakone.

I stepped into the gondola, sharing the small cabin with an Australian family and an elderly Japanese couple. As we rose higher, the mountains unfolded beneath us, and in the distance, a vast expanse of deep, endless blue stretched to the horizon.

“Is it the sea?” one of the Australians mused. “Or the sky?”

The Japanese couple sat quietly, watching the exchange but seemingly left out. I fumbled through my one semester of Japanese, stringing together a few words. “I’m from Hawaii. They’re from Australia. And we… don’t know if that blue thing is the ocean.”

The couple’s eyes lit up.

“Yes!” the granny exclaimed, nodding enthusiastically. “It is the ocean!” They told me they were visiting from Osaka, and for the next few minutes, our gondola filled with laughter as we traded simple words and shared awe.

Owakudani Summit

As we stepped out at the Owakudani summit, the landscape was otherworldly, like stepping onto another planet. The earth was cracked and raw, split open by plumes of sulfuric steam that curled into the sky. The air was thick with the smell of minerals, a pungent, eggy scent that stuck to the back of my throat. Yellow-stained rocks clustered around bubbling vents, and wooden walkways wound through the valley, leading visitors safely through this steaming, volcanic wonder.

As I took it all in, the same granny hobbled over, clutching a brown paper bag. She pressed it into my hands.

Inside were two black eggs, Owakudani’s famous kurotamago, boiled in the region’s sulfur-rich hot springs until their shells turned charcoal-black. Legend said that eating one added seven years to your life.

“I hope you have a wonderful trip,” she said, smiling warmly.

I thanked her, touched by the unexpected kindness of a stranger. We parted ways, and the Japanese couple headed back down the mountain, and I pressed onwards toward Togendai and the shores of Lake Ashi, black egg in hand.

Voyaging on the Lake Ashi Pirate Ship

In all honesty, I hadn’t planned on riding the Lake Ashi Pirate Ship Sightseeing Cruise. A pirate ship in Japan? It sounded so cheesy. But since it was included for free with my Hakone Free Pass, I figured, why not?

These “Pirate Ships” were three ornate boats that sailed across Lake Ashi, connecting Hakone-machi and Moto-Hakone, the areas surrounding Hakone Shrine. From the ferry terminal, I boarded my ship. It was a lavish replica of an old French warship, decked out in gold accents, with tall masts and impeccably polished wooden railings. It felt grand and delightfully over the top, like something out of a theme park. If you’ve ever watched the movie Spirited Away, it felt like the boat that ferried the spirits to the abandoned park.

That day, the air was blisteringly cold, and I was relieved to find a warm spot inside the boat. From there, I could still watch the scenery through the window. As we drifted across the glassy surface of Lake Ashi, the guide announced a fact that took me by surprise. This vast lake had once been an active volcano. Lake Ashi was formed 3,000 years ago after a volcanic eruption caused Mount Hakone to collapse, creating the crater that later filled with water. It sat at an elevation of 723 meters (2,372 feet) above sea level, making it one of Japan’s highest-altitude lakes.

Exploring Hakone Shrine

Before I knew it, I was stepping back onto dry land, just a short walk from Hakone Shrine, home to the famous vermilion torii gate standing on the shores of Lake Ashi.

But as I approached, I saw that at least thirty people were already lined up for their picture-perfect shot under the gate. Instead of waiting, I wandered up the stone steps toward the main shrine, weaving through towering cedar trees that felt as ancient as the land itself.

There was a quiet serenity up there. The crisp scent of cypress, the distant sound of the lake lapping against the shore, and for a moment, I just took it all in before heading back toward the ferry port in search of a quick lunch.

A Bento Lunch and Some Unexpected Company

I stopped at the local 7-Eleven and picked up a beef bento, then found a quiet seat along the waterfront where I could watch Mount Fuji play hide-and-seek behind drifting clouds. The meal was simple but satisfying, the kind of thing that tasted even better when eaten outside with a view.

Just as I finished, a pair of glossy black crows hopped closer, tilting their heads curiously. I offered them a bit of leftover rice, and within seconds, more arrived, swooping down in excitement. Then, something unexpected happened. One of the crows hopped forward and dropped something shiny at my feet, a coin. Another followed, offering a paperclip, then a tiny piece of metal. It took me a second to realize what was happening. They were bartering! Trading their tiny treasures for food.

Crows in Japan are more than just birds. In folklore, they are linked to Tengu (天狗), the legendary crow-like spirits of the mountains. Mischievous, intelligent, and known for testing humans in unusual ways. The Karasu Tengu (烏天狗), or Crow Tengu, are said to live deep in forests, watching over travelers and sometimes offering guidance, or trickery.

These crows were much larger than the ones I was used to back home, with sleek, inky feathers, and beaks and talons a little too long and a little too close for comfort. It felt like a moment out of a Miyazaki film. I watched as one particularly bold crow hopped forward, head tilted, watching me as if waiting for a counteroffer. Were they testing me? Playing with me? Or did they just want more rice? Whatever the reason, there was something oddly deliberate about the way they interacted, like they knew something I didn’t.

The Journey from Lake Ashi Back to Hakone

After a full day outside, I was more icicle than human, and I was ready to thaw out in a steaming hot bath. Luckily, I didn’t have to retrace my steps across the lake, back up the gondola, down the cable car, and careen down the mountain train all over again. Instead, I headed straight to Moto-Hakone’s bus terminal, Motohakoneko, where a bus would take me directly back. I couldn’t read the names of the bus stops in Kanji, so when I boarded, I pulled out my map and pointed to my destination. The driver nodded and gave me a reassuring smile, promising to let me know when we arrived.

As the bus wound its way over the mountain, the last of the day’s light faded into the valleys below. By the time I stepped off, the air was even colder and sharper, but the thought of a warm bath waiting for me was enough to send me hurrying back to my hostel. Night had settled over Hakone, and I was happily home.

Day 3: A Slow Onsen Morning

It was my last morning in Hakone, and I was physically beat. I had planned to go hiking, but between the cold air and the thick cover of clouds, I just couldn’t coax myself out into nature.

It’s a perfect day for an onsen, and luckily, Hakone is one of the best places in Japan to experience one. Hakone is famous for its 17 different hot spring sources, each with a unique mineral composition said to have healing properties, soothing muscles, improving circulation, and softening the skin. Here, visitors can indulge in luxurious private baths with mountain or forest views, or opt for affordable public baths that feel just as rejuvenating.

This was my first onsen experience, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous to be completely exposed alongside a bunch of strangers. But as I sank into the steaming outdoor pool, I was relieved to find that I had the onsen completely to myself. It was a quiet sanctuary, surrounded by crisp mountain air.

Onward from Hakone

Later that afternoon, once I thoroughly felt like a warm ajitama floating in a bowl of ramen, it was time to say goodbye to Hakone and continue onward to Tokyo. As I walked back to the station, I realized I’d miss the hundred steps leading up to my hostel. I’d miss the stillness, the fiery colors of the changing leaves, and the way steam rose from the river in the morning chill. Although Hakone would always exist in my memory as the peak of autumn, the seasons had shifted even in the short time I’d been there. More leaves had fallen, and the air was a bit sharper with the whisper of winter creeping in.

This is one of the hardest parts of traveling. The moments that make me feel most alive, the ones that fill my soul, are just a brief slice of time in the fabric of our lives.

Still, there’s a certain kind of magic in that.

Plan Your Visit to Hakone

• Best Time to Visit: Autumn (for fiery foliage) and winter (for clear Mt. Fuji views), but Hakone is beautiful year-round!
• Getting There: Take the Shinkansen to Odawara, then use the Hakone Free Pass for unlimited transport.
• Hakone Free Pass: A cost-effective way to cover trains, buses, the ropeway, and the pirate ship cruise, worth it if you’re exploring multiple sights!
• Best Onsens: Try a traditional ryokan stay or visit Tenzan Onsen for a classic public bath experience.
• Where to Stay: Accommodations range from budget hostels like K’s House Onsen Hostel in Hakone-Yumoto to luxury ryokans with private baths.
• What to Eat: Don’t miss black eggs at Owakudani, Hakone’s famous soba noodles, and yuba tofu.
• Must-See Attractions: Ride the Hakone Ropeway over steaming volcanic landscapes, explore the Hakone Open-Air Museum, visit the red torii gate of Hakone Shrine, and cruise Lake Ashi on a Pirate Ship!