Man... I just had an awesome jaunt through Japan. I misunderstood a web page I read and thought that we had to pay $280 for a week long subway pass. I knew Tokyo was really expensive, so I didn't question it. The only problem was that this mysterious train pass could only be bought in certain cities, none of which are in Japan. One such city was San Jose, where our stopover was, so we picked up two passes then. As it turns out they only work on some of the subways, but they do work in almost all of the trains that take you between different Japanese cities. Once we realized this, we planned the Ultimate Japanese Day Trip (tm).
- First we took an overnight train from Tokyo to Kyoto. Once we got out of the train we saw a huge mass of school kids going to school. Naturally, we followed them. Their walk to school includes walking through a shrine every day. How cool is that? Here's a picture of me at the shrine :
And here's another one.
We got to the school, but a very friendly teacher told us that we couldn't go in today because they were doing standardized testing. He wasn't at all phased that two strange looking white guys had followed a herd of kids half their size to school.
We turned around and caught a bus to Kinkaku-ju, which is a huge temple completely covered in gold leaf. Don't believe me? Check it out :
It was further away than we had expected, so our schedule got messed up and we missed the train we wanted to take. Instead we had to pay a little bit extra to go on the Nozomi Shinkansen - the fastest train in the land (that may not be true, but it is the fastest public train in Japan). It was cool. Here are some pictures of that
We took the Nozomi to Kobe, for one reason only. We wanted to eat real Kobe beef in Kobe. For those that don't know, Kobe beef is the best beef ever. The cows are a special breed that have perfectly marbled fat, and they are fed good diets, given tons of room to roam, and are massaged every day. Read about it in Wikipedia if you want.
We found a very highly regarded Kobe restaurant and went for lunch. It was spectacular. The table had a grill right in front of us where the chef cooked the beef as we watched. To give you an idea of how extravagant it was, I'll just tell you about the garlic.
The garlic was sliced into uniformly sized wafer thin pieces. The chef monitored each and every one and flipped them several times individually to make sure they were perfectly golden brown on each side. It was totally insane. After all the garlic was finished he inspected it and cooked one piece further that wasn't brown enough.
The beef was cut into bite sized chunks and each chunk was cooked like a little mini steak. Some we ate plain, some we dipped into soy-mustard sauce, some we ate with salt and/or pepper, and others with garlic. It was amazing. They also served soup, salad, smoked salmon, green tea, and six different kinds of vegetables and tofu. It was one of the best meals I've ever had
After our lunch we took another bullet train to Hiroshima. We visited a building that was still left partially standing after the blast, saw the memorial, and toured the A Bomb museum. It was pretty interesting to hear about the whole thing from the Japanese perspective. The best exhibit was a set of two scale models of Hiroshima and the surrounding area. One showed Hiroshima the day before the blast, and the other showed it afterwards. Seeing how 99.9% of EVERYTHING was destroyed was pretty astonishing.
For dinner we went to a very strange place. Three stories of a huge building in downtown Hiroshima are taken up by little restaurants. What's so strange about that? THEY ALL SERVE THE SAME THING. Seriously... no exceptions. Some were packed, some had one or two people, some had no people. We looked through all three floors and finally picked one that had a lot of Japanese people. They must know something.
The food item they make is a weird Japanese quesadilla thing. On the bottom is a thin savory pancake, and on the top is an egg, and in between is meat (no specification on what kind), lettuce, soba noodles, sprouts, onions, sauce, and possibly some other things. It was good, and a fun experience to see the cook make it in front of you. For some reason all of the Japanese people at the table laughed at us several times. This isn't an isolated occurrance.
After dinner we walked around and checked out the city. We went through a few stores looking for the hilarious "Engrish" t-shirts everyone wears. I spent $15 or so in coins trying to get a shirt out of a claw machine that said "luxury beauty life".
Finally we made it to the train station to reserve our seats back to Tokyo. The only problem? We didn't understand the web site and didn't realize that only sleeper trains were going back to Tokyo. Our passes didn't cover sleeper cars, so we'd have to pay $100 each. We tried to find an alternate route, but with no internet and no common language with the ticket counter guy, we resigned to paying. At the last second he told us that there was a direct train to Tokyo which we wouldn't have to pay extra for. Its hours were perfect, which seemed strange. I hadn't seen this train online. We hastily agreed to take that train, got our tickets, and headed for the track.
After a few minutes the train pulled into the station. It was taller than most trains, and looking through the windows revealed that at least some of the cars were sleeper cars. We got in the train to discover that we had little beds! The ticket guy hooked us up!
For about $3, we each bought a shower card and got to take a shower on a moving train! It was awesome. The next morning we arrived in Tokyo clean and well rested for another adventure... which I'll write about next time...
I still don't quite understand japan as far as no crime, friendly people, etc. What would you say about japan being a communal type of living, where everyone is connected and conform to a set of standards, ideals, and national protocols in fear of being ostracized publicly? If this is the case, then there are really no individuals. And everyone is cast into the same mold, despite any differences in lifestyles, occupation, desires, etc. Could this be a cause for the higher rates of suicides in Japan?
To quote Ed from Cowboy Bebop "If you see a stranger, follow them."
Nice pics! I like the blinged out shrine.
Is this when you got locked out of your door and tried to open it with a soda tab and bobby pin?
Really great read. I'm amazed at your love for adventures. I know I could not do the whole train thing, and especially in those tiny beds -- I would feel so trapped! Looking forward to your next adventure
My visit to the the museum left me with a completely different view of the bomb. It wasn't as bad as some of the firebomb air raids on tokyo had been. The only difference was the number of planes involved. Hollywood has over sold the bomb, but of course if that prevents it's use I am ok with that.
The Hiroshima dish is called okonomiyaki and the version they sell in the Hiroshima district is famous through out Japan. If you stumbled upon this by accident consider yourself lucky.
i'm appropriately jealous. you do realize that people everywhere laugh at you...and this isn't an isolated occurance...right?
bring me something awesome and tell todd that i heart him.
Today's story is dedicated to my good friend Austin. I moved from Boston to Austin my freshman year of high school and of course had no friends here. On the very first day I made friends with the people who remain my best friends to this day, and I consider that to be perhaps the most fortunate event of my life.
One of those friends is Austin. Now in the military flying whirly-copters, he used to be the one guy (well, actually I could pretty much always count on Terry too) who would always be in for a crazy plan.
This scheme fell right into our laps.
One day after a long and boring day of teaching regents prep, I picked my daughter up from her school. She as always was happy so see me. She wanted to go on the “choo choo train” which in adult terms is called the subway. She loves being on the subway, she loves to stare out the window when we cross bridges look at all the people (especially those guys who do the break dancing) and most of all she loves to watch as the trains pull in and out of the station. Sometimes we just stay in the station and watch the trains.
On this particular day I had no desire to go on the train. I just wanted to go home. I was stressed about getting my disinterested and under prepared students to pass the regents. After a little nudging by my daughter, I decided it wouldn’t be so bad to take the train for a couple of stops and then turn right around. We got to the train station and it was busy with rush hour traffic. My stress and not wanting to go was now turning into annoyance and frustration. As we were getting on the train some guy lightly bumped my daughter, without saying excuse me. I was now rounding third base and heading straight to anger!!
But then instead of letting it all get to me, I took a couple of deep breathes, then felt inside my body, I just let the feeling of anger be, without attaching thought to it. In a matter of minutes I felt calm, serene and revitalized. All of a sudden the smile on my daughters face was the only thing on my mind. The “Q” train went above ground and we both just chilled and watched life as it unfolded moment by moment. By the time we got home I felt great. I had gotten rid of my anger, felt calm, took in some Brooklyn culture and best of all had a wonderful time with my daughter.
I have read a lot of books about mindfulness and I don’t know if I will ever get to the point that some of these guys talk about, but if a few breaths and a little inner body emotional awareness can take my mind off a few things and help me enjoy an afternoon with my daughter, then hey, i’ll take that everyday of the week.