Kerosene Xmas, originally uploaded by chrissam42.
We’re leaving for Tokyo tonight on our way to Indonesia tomorrow. We’ll leave you with this lovely X’mas (that’s how they spell it here) scene from our living room.
Just a short note today that I have now officially lost 15 pounds since moving to Japan. About 2/3 of that happened within the first month, to my amazement. It’s amazing what small food portions and walking/biking all over town will do for you.
We’ll see what winter does in this department… it’ll be a lot harder to just jump on the bike when there’s a foot of snow outside.
If I cut my hair I’d probably lose another couple of pounds:
Bread technology marches on. I was amazed to find this lovely apparition in the grocery store the other day:
The trouble is, no matter how many slices, the loaves are always the same size; the slices are just thinner. So now I have to eat two, which defeats the point. Guess I’ll stick to the six-slicers from now on.
Of course it’s too much to ask to put the whole loaf in the bag. I think they really like the perfect-cube shape and if they changed the size, it would no longer fit in everyone’s perfectly-organized fridge.
Just a quick link to a blog entry I wrote with my work hat on:
http://myfonts.wordpress.com/2006/10/12/type-on-the-japanese-street/
Two funny photos from Sunday.
It was a weekend of natural adventures at the Boegeman household. Autumn has arrived, which means gold fields and smoke in the air as the rice is harvested. Saturday we decided it was high time to hit a spot on the map that we’ve been eyeing for over a month: an series of gorges and mountain lakes just a bit north and east of us.
We got in our still-not-legal car and started driving via back roads in the general direction of the gorge. On the way we passed a lovely little waterfall, a rather large Shinto shrine at the top of an impressive stairway, and a huge World Heritage center with museum exhibits about the region. In the heart of the Shirakami mountains is a virgin beech forest that’s apparently one of the largest in the world.
We didn’t make it all the way up into the center of the mountain range, but we did drive quite a way on a startlingly curvy road full of one-lane bridges and the ubiquitous Japanese convex mirrors at every curve since it was impossible to see around corners. Just as we decided to turn around, we stumbled upon a trailhead that was accompanied by the enticing sound of rushing water in the distance.
I have to say, Japanese forest trails are f*cking awesome. They somehow strike the perfect balance between maintaining the natural beauty of the trail while still appointing it with all the comforts of civilization. Much of the trail is “paved” with wood chips; steep sections are laid with lovely little wooden stairways which are easy to walk on but almost look like they are a natural part of the forest; wet and mucky bits are “paved” with raised wooden walkways; chasms are spanned by bridges that are alternately tasteful and impressive depending on the size of the dropoff.
The forest was lush with infinite shades of green and impressive huge trees with convoluted trunks growing around each other. Japanese wildlife seems generally more “interactive” than the American equivalents. Butterflies and dragonflies fly at your face constantly, and sometimes just land on you. Steph found a frog (toad?) that was not exactly happy to be picked up but didn’t make much of an effort to get away.
At the bottom of the trail we found our goal; a lovely crystal-clear mountain stream cascading over a million rocks, amid the first few trees turning red for fall. In a couple months this will all be buried under meters of snow, so we’re enjoying it while we can.
Sunday was a different story altogether. Somehow I let Steph talk me into signing up for an English-teaching adventure at the Akita city zoo. We heard through a friend of a friend of a co-worker that an English school in Akita was looking for English speakers to accompany the kids for a day of animal spotting and games at the zoo. I’m a terrible teacher, and I have a tendency to be tongue-tied around kids in any case, so this wasn’t exactly my bag. Not to mention that I rather expected the zoo to be full of depressing tiny concrete cages full of miserable animals.
Well, I was mostly pleasantly surprised.
This wasn’t the San Diego Zoo, but it was not nearly as bad as I had been fearing. There was very little concrete, and the big animals had a decent amount of space to roam around. It was actually pretty impressive how close we were able to get to the animals. I saw (that’s right) lions, tigers, bears, and reindeer face-to-face; the monkey mountain had over 50 monkeys (including at least 20 babies) running around and being entertaining. The only animals in the zoo that were boring were the kangaroos.
As for the English-teaching bit; there were about 5 Americans, a Brit, and a Canadian along for the ride. Each was assigned to a group of kids; Steph got the 4-5 year-olds and I got the 9-12s. We basically had to give little spiels about the animals and administer a quiz based on the information. It wasn’t particularly exciting for anyone but hey, free zoo trip.
After an hour at the zoo it was lunch and game time. This was actually pretty entertaining. Of course the best part was Hoho. This is the 2.75 year-old daughter of the friend of the friend of the co-worker from whom we heard about this gig. Hoho was the most adorable and irrepressible girl and she had a pair of killer ladybug boots. Hoho’s parents named her that because — to quote Dave Barry: I am not making this up — it is easy to pronounce and sounds like Santa Claus’s signature line. Apparently Hoho’s mother’s name (Chihiro) is often mispronounced, and she didn’t want her daughter to have to deal with that annoyance. Awesome. Chihiro and Hoho were great fun to hang out with (not to mention living near a great restaurant) so we hope we will get to see more of them in the future.
After 2pm we had the rest of the day to ourselves. I have to admit that my main reason for accepting this zoo gig was to have an excuse to visit the “big city” and have some food and experiences that aren’t available in Noshiro. The first thing we did after the zoo was hit Starbucks for a real honest-to-god mocha. Akita prefecture has exactly one Starbucks, and we go there whenever we’re in the city.
The rest of the day was not really blog-worthy. We hit a couple of stores to look for shoes. I’ve been wearing nothing but tennis shoes and thongs for three months and I’d really like to have something a bit nicer for when we go out to dinner and stuff. Turns out shoes are butt-expensive in Japan, but I guess that’s no surprise. We also hit a travel agent to ask about tickets to Indonesia for the holidays. It wasn’t as cheap as we were hoping, but we do have tickets now so it’s official: we’re going to Java and Bali for Christmas and the New Year! After that we went to dinner at what I believe is the only microbrewery in Akita. Their beer is good but expensive, and unfortunately the food is only so-so. Oh well! It was worth a try.
This last weekend was a long one, due to “Respect for your Elders” Day. Since we have no elders here to honor, Chris and I took advantage of the holiday and fleeting good weather, and made the drive to Sendai, on the east coast of Japan. Here are some pictures if you want to follow along.
Renting a car in Japan is way, way easier than it should be. We expected a mountain of forms and hassles, but really you just show someone your passport and licence, pay in cash, then off you go. Well, first they sit with you in the running car and explain the air conditioner, radio, gas tank, seat adjustments, and turn signals, then stop traffic for you as you pull out, and THEN off you go. :)
We made the trip in about 4 hours, burrowing through central japan’s mountain ranges via tunnel on the expressway. I had been expecting something dramatic, like crossing the rockies, but no. Just massive 4 kilometer-long tunnels.
We stayed in a cute little youth hostel, where you take off your shoes at the entrance, and you use public baths. Perhaps now is a good time to go over bathing protocol for those of you planning on visiting. Men and women go to separate bathing areas. In the first room, you’ll take off your shoes at the entrance, and strip NAKED, leaving all your belongings in an unlocked cubby. Towels most likely won’t be provided, so bring your own. Then you go through this door to the group showers… keep in mind that the door will slide, not swing open. This doesn’t sound very important until you are naked in a room full of Japanese people frantically pulling in vain on this door that refuses to open.
So you go through, and there are open showers next to each other, with a nozzle placed about chest high. There will be stools for you to sit on while you bathe yourself. Once you are totally clean, then and only then should you get into the public hot tub, perpendicular to the showers. This is for soaking, not cleaning. The group nakedness is supposed to help facilitate conversation, so don’t freak out if someone wants to talk to you (although i pretty much stick to the speak when spoken principal here).
The public baths sound scary, but they’re actually pretty nice, especially when you have the whole room to yourself. I hear that the Japanese onsens (hot springs) pretty much follow the same procedure, though I haven’t actually tried one yet.
So, what does Sendai, the largest city in our region, have to offer? Well, to a certain degree, one big city is just like other big cities. Mostly, Sendai offered Chris and myself food unavailable in Noshiro. This included mexican food, all you can eat cake, some beer variety, Balinese food, and some honest-to-god coffee. We also managed to find a lovely glass museum, which was easy to enjoy, because the art form kind of transcends language. I can see it’s glass, what else do I need to know? :)
There are some very “Japanese” sites that make a good day trip from Sendai. We went to Matsushima, one of the THREE most SCENIC spots in Japan! Wow! It was pretty scenic, I have to say: on the ocean, with tons of little islands dotting the bay, and red arched bridges connecting some of them. Some of the islands have temples, and you can tour the bay in a dragon or peacock boat. Noshiro doesn’t really have any geishas or pagodas or any of the flashy traditional Japanese stuff (other than a few temples), so mostly we just had a good time walking around Mastushima and feeling the whole Japan vibe.
On the way back home, we swung by our own local scenic spot, the Oga Peninsula. This area didn’t disappoint, and was full of drop dead gorgeous scenes of cliffs and ocean and all of these crazy demon creatures. We even found an aquarium nestled amongst the cliffs, which we’ll have to attend another time.
So now it’s Tuesday, and it’s good to be home, even though the clouds refuse to go away, and I hear that a typhoon’s a comin’ tomorrow. I hope I can still bike to work, as my car ownership papers are still in the works. A typhoon doesn’t sounds like the best time to take out your contraband car, but I may have to do it.
Behold: 8 slices.
Yes, the neighborhood guys actually came through and did manage to hold a shindig for Chris’s birthday last Sunday. We’re not sure about the exact details; we know that we were supposed to have a party by the park at 5; we passed our neighbor on the way there (“hello”); we sat on the curb by ourselves for like 6 minutes; then he came driving up in a rush (from his house two blocks away), and told us that the party was now at his place at 6…. This all reeked of last-minute realization, but this didn’t really matter in the long run, because we ended up having such a rollicking time.
At first it was just us, and our neighbors, a family of 5. Our hosts fired up a number of goodies on an outdoor grill, which was lit by a 9 year old with a propane torch. Quite a sight to see.
I played volleyball with the kids out in the street, and cheered as Sakiko showed us her bright turquoise unicycle skillz. We played catch with Teppei, the youngest boy. When the ball went onto the roof of the tax office across the street, our neighbor lifted his 7 year old son right up there to go get it. Awesome.
We learned how to eat edamame “the right way.” We tried more sake and shochu. Chris graciously accepted a pot of little orange gerber daisies. We ate tasty veggies picked fresh from their front yard garden. I tried some crazy shellfish that you stick on the grill, then just pull out of the shell and suck down. We ate pork liver (earthy!), and the tastiest home wok’d noodles ever. I explained to the kids about toasting marshmallows until they’re puffed up and black, and then sucking them down while they’re still hot. We learned that you can write messages on the asphalt with sparklers.
Then the party really began. A few more guests and kids from the neighborhood joined later in the evening. One man brought a fish he had just caught that day, and he fixed us fresh fresh fresh sashimi, which everyone gladly devoured. Chris got more presents: a winnie-the-pooh towel, some hello kitty charms, and a japanese headband (hachimaki?), all 100% AWESOME.
We’re lucky to have such great neighbors who go to such extreme efforts to include us in their community and make us feel welcome. Thanks, y’all! We love you!
Brief cell-phone video of a Japanese ice cream truck driving by the house. No colorful pictures or bad electronic music here; just an alarmingly straightforward recording of a guy saying, in random order: oishii (tasty), ringo (apple), suika (watermelon), meron (honeydew). For some reason this evokes a low-level deep terror within me.