I've always hated anime. I never really gave it much of a chance as it combined two things that I didn't care for: cartoons and words I couldn't understand.
One night I was at my friend Charlie's house, hanging out in the living room. Someone in his family put on Hayao Miyazaki's anime mastepiece, "Spirited Away".
At first I ignored the movie, giving it just a small fraction of my attention. By the time it was over I was totally enthralled. The story was fantastic, the characters were great, but most of all the movie was beautifully drawn.
When we first got our train passes a month ago or so we searched online for interesting and far away places to go. The first place we fell in love with was Yakushima, a small island a few hours off the Southern coast of Japan.
We saw pictures of beautiful untouched forests where literally everything was green. Cedar trees that were thousands of years old towered over the dense vegetation of the forest. Even the rocks were covered in moss.
When we heard that the forest was the inspiration for Hayao Miyazaki's most popular movie, "Princess Mononoke", we were totally sold.
And so was Elliot, our host turned friend who was listening on.
"That sounds amazing. Maybe I can get some time off from work to come too."
He did, and so we planned the trip for when our friend from Austin, Elisia, was coming to visit.
After some research we decided to go down the Kusugawa trail rather than the main one. The main trail led to the oldest tree in the forest, but everyone said that the Kusugawa trail was a lot more spectacular.
On the day of the trip we woke up at 5:30am to catch our first of many trains. Nine hours and four transfers later we arrived in Kagoshima, the closest station to the island.
The plan was to take one of the ferries to Yakushima and spend the night there. But that's not how it worked out at all.
Elliot, by far the best Japanese speaker in our group, returned from the ferry ticket counter.
"There aren't any more ferries today."
A minor hitch. The amount of planning we'd done so far could generously be called minimal, and it definitely didn't include any contingency plans.
We went to an Italian restaurant in the mall connected to the station and studied the map of the area that Elliot had been given.
"Look," I said, pointing at a dot in the middle of nowhere that was simply labeled 'cave', "We can sleep in a cave."
I was mostly joking. I didn't think there was any way other people would be into sleeping in a cave, especially Elisia who is a girl who makes her living selling thousand dollar pairs of shoes online.
But everyone agreed that it would be fun to sleep in a cave.
It was pouring rain outside. Todd and I had our rain gear, but Elliot and Elisia were armed with just an umbrella each. My shoes began to leak (thanks a lot Salomon) and water dripped from my chin to the front of my shirt, making me only moderately less uncomfortable that they were. Todd stayed dry.
What the map left out was elevation. Todd navigated us to just a few hundred meters away from the cave. Unfortunately there was a huge sheer cliff in between us and the cave.
Behind a seedy love hotel we finally found a set of stairs that wound back and forth up the cliff.
People started losing hope as we reached the top. We were freezing, soaking wet, and there was some disagreement on whether or not we were going the right way.
Luckily we hit a big tunnel which gave us all a few minutes to be dry and recoup a bit. When we exited the tunnel we saw the cave.
I don't know what exactly we were expecting, but this wasn't it.
Next to a small shop was a hole in the cliff, about two meters tall and wide. Five meters away was another similar hole. They were connected, forming a small U shaped tunnel.
Inside were a couple of small shrines and a row of dusty glass display cases filled with Japanese paintings.
Were we supposed to be in here? There weren't any signs, but it seemed like some sort of exhibit. Then again... it was really dry and we were a long way away from anything.
We heard footsteps outside, which revealed our true belief that we really weren't supposed to be there.
With our backs up against the cave wall we whispered about what we'd do if someone came in. We held our breaths when someone started taking pictures at the entrance, sending muted flashes of light to our part of the cave.
When they left we bunked down. Elisia found some dry cardboard boxes in front of the shop that we used as mattresses. Some smelled strongly of shellfish and had to be returned.
Spirits were high when we went to sleep, but were lowered each time we woke up freezing and still somewhat wet. Elliot had the foresight to bring a sleeping bag and was a lot warmer that the rest of us.
As soon as the sun began to rise we woke up without an alarm clock. Most of us were half awake anyway. Todd couldn't sleep so he walked around at night, being stopped by the police only once.
After stopping for fruit and nuts at a convenient store we made our way onto the ferry. My socks and shoes were still wet.
The ferry was a lot cooler than we expected it to be. The ride was four hours to Yakushima. Instead of chairs there were large carpeted areas where you could sleep. Todd and Elliot went to sleep, I read on my phone, and Elisia went exploring.
"I found showers! There's a sauna too!"
I thought she was kidding, but sure enough there were huge bathrooms with showers, saunas, and a changing area.
I took a shower, dried off in the sauna, took another shower to clean off the sweat, and dried off. After a rough night in a historical Japanese cave it feels good to be clean again.
Then again... it also feels good to be dry. In spite of the signs urging me not to, I put my wet shoes and socks in the sauna and headed downstairs. I try to follow the rules in Japan, since they like them so much, but the lure of dry feet was too great to resist.
When we arrived in Yakushima my stuff was dry. I walked down the gangway to meet Todd and Elliot. Where was Elisia?
Elisia came out a few minutes later. She had woken up as soon as we got into the port and scrambled to get her clothes out of the women's sauna.
A lesson learned from the night before in the cave, Todd, Elisia and I all rented sleeping bags from an outfitter near the port. We looked up at the mountainous landscape of the island - this was going to be an amazing trip.
The bus to Kusugawa dropped us off by ourselves. The rest of the passengers were going to the other side of the island to do the more well known trail.
We looked around and saw a small sign that said "Kusugawa Hiking Trail". That had to be it - easy.
Every Wednesday Doug (a.k.a. DJ Doug) and I host Karaoke at a club called Firehouse Lounge in Austin, TX. The main reason I do it is because I love doing gangsta rap songs at Karaoke, and if I'm a host I get to sing more. Plus all of our friends come, so it's a really fun little event.
But last week was more fun than usual.
When I found out that my friend Elisia had a police taser, I immediately went to work trying to think of a good use for it. After a short while, Taseroke was born. The premise was simple - two people would sing a song of their own choosing and whoever the crowd thought did worse would get tased mercilessly by me.
The late Joseph Campbell said "the cave you fear to enter is the one that holds your treasure." That's one of my favorite quotes by one of my favorite people. But I don't think he meant that every cave we fear should be entered just because we fear it.
There are plenty of exciting possibilities available in the world today each full of challenges for the right person. But not all of them can be in sync with your true purpose and what you wish to accomplish. And getting involved could cause you to miss out on your life's real mission.
Don't let your dreams become the victim of a fatal distraction.
Although Joseph Campbell was using a metaphor, I'll relate a true story.
When I lived in the Rocky Mountains I was hiking with a friend in a remote area near Glacier National Park and the Canadian border. We came across an entrance to cave hidden in the brush. My friend Karl was really excited because he had recently began spelunking and this particular cave wasn't on his map. He got his flashlight out and we went inside. About 15 feet inside the entrance we discovered a swift moving creek about 4ft wide. It was awesome.