Thursday, September 26, 2024: Kadek drove us this morning from Sidemen to Ubud, another 1 1/2 hour chaotic drive. We arrived at our hotel to the west of Ubud’s center, The Hava Ubud A Pramana Experience.
a beautiful building seen on the way to Ubud
The Hava Ubud A Pramana Experience
The Hava Ubud A Pramana Experience
We dropped our luggage since it was too early to check in and promptly went out to eat lunch at the vegan Alchemy. Mike had a jackfruit “tuna” sandwich and I had a “halloumi” and beet salad. I got a dragon fruit kombucha and Mike a mango. Alchemy had a cool “modern hippie” vibe with a cozy and meditative feeling.
Alchemy
me at Alchemy
“halloumi” and beet salad
jackfruit “tuna” sandwich
We tried to walk into Ubud’s center but we didn’t quite make it. We would need to start earlier to actually explore the center. It was a chaotic scene and walking from our hotel was about 1 1/2km just to the outskirts of Ubud. It seemed quite dangerous to walk with hardly any shoulder and cars and motorbikes whizzing about to and fro. We definitely needed to acclimate to Ubud after the laid back vibes of Sidemen. I was not at all prepared for the chaos that is Ubud, and Bali in general!
Making our way back to the hotel, we stopped into a hole-in-the-wall shop where I found a lightweight pair of tie-dyed pants; they cost 50,000 Indonesian rupiah, about $3.10, and since they were too long, the shopkeeper said she would hem them overnight and I could return the next day to pick them up. I knew I could use them even in Japan, where we could see it was forecast to be hot for the foreseeable future when we returned there on Monday. I also bought a lightweight flowy skirt which I wore out to dinner and would get a lot of use out of for the next 3+ weeks. We had both packed a bunch of fall clothes which we never used and which were dead weight in our suitcases.
We finally checked into the hotel and relaxed a bit before heading out for dinner.
chaotic Ubud
chaotic Ubud
chaotic Ubud
the pants I bought for the continuing hot weather
our room at The Hava Ubud A Pramana Experience
We had a lovely dinner Thursday night, our first night in Ubud, at La Luz Mexican restaurant. Shrimp tacos for me, Carne Asado tacos for Mike and a chocolate lava cake with ice cream to share. 🙏🏻 The food scene in Ubud seemed quite diverse and impressive, and we were lucky in our west-end neighborhood to have a good number of choices.
La Luz Mexican restaurant in Ubud
me at La Luz Mexican restaurant
Carne Asado tacos
shrimp tacos
chocolate lava cake with ice cream
Mike and our shared dessert
La Luz Mexican restaurant
Steps: 9,581; Miles 4.05. Weather Hi 86°, Lo 70°. Mostly cloudy.
Friday, September 27: On Friday morning, we enjoyed a poolside buffet breakfast at The Hava Ubud A Pramana Experience.
pool at The Hava Ubud A Pramana Experience
The Hava Ubud A Pramana Experience
breakfast at The Hava Ubud A Pramana Experience
me at breakfast
The Agung Rai Museum of Art (ARMA)
After breakfast, we took a Gojek to The Agung Rai Museum of Art (ARMA) in Ubud, which is at the southern end of Ubud. We were to the west of the center, and it usually didn’t pay to take any kind of vehicle into the town because of the gnarly traffic. However, since we got an early start, the traffic wasn’t too bad. We arrived at the museum before it had opened.
Founded by Agung Rai, a Balinese who devoted his life to the preservation and development of Balinese art and culture, the museum was officially opened on June 9, 1996.
The major goals of the ARMA Museum are, according to the website, to:
1) To collect and preserve artworks
2) To develop and preserve the art of painting, sculpture, dance, music, and various other cultural art forms
3) To provide means and infrastructure for the local society to learn various artistic skills.
ARMA
me at ARMA
Mike at ARMA
Mike at ARMA
the grounds of ARMA
entrance to the Bale Daja – Main Exhibition Area at ARMA
We started our visit at the Bale Daja – Main Exhibition Area. In this area we found a huge cross-generational exhibition that served as a tribute to the painter I Nyoman Ngendon (c. 1913-1947). Ngendon was a key figure in the Batuan art movement. His works, characterized by their unique style and thematic depth, are revered in the art community. The exhibition sought to honor his contributions while showcasing the dynamic continuity of Batuan’s artistic tradition across generations.
The Batuan painting style, which originated in the village of Batuan south of Ubud, is intricate and rich with detail. Paintings can show a whole village and often reflect gods, temples, religious ceremonies, mythical illustrations, and everyday scenes from people’s lives.
The stories in the paintings can evolve, much as people’s lives do. Many intriguing paintings show multiple small scenes on the same canvas: people doing household chores, children playing, people participating in ceremonies, and sometimes historical events or tourists enjoying their vacations.
The collection ranges from traditional to contemporary, including classical Kamasan painting on tree bark, masterpieces by Batuan artists of the 1930s and 1940s and the only works to be seen on the island of Bali by 19th century Javanese artist Raden Saleh and Syarif Bustaman.
A couple of paintings were of interest in contemporary times. One, “Lion Floating Happily” by I Ketut Sadia (b. 1966), depicts an airplane accident of April 13, 2013: “An Indonesian plane carrying more than 100 passengers broke in two after missing the runway at Bali airport and landing in the sea, leaving dozens injured but no fatalities.”
Another depicts the sinking of the Titanic, in Balinese fashion. 🙂 “RMS Titanic” was painted in 2015 by I Ketut Sadia (b. 1966). The Titanic was the world’s largest and most luxurious ship at the time it launched. She was on her maiden voyage from Southampton to New York when she struck an iceberg off Newfoundland on the night of April 14, 1912 at 23:40 and sank in the morning of 15 April 1912. The painting depicts the iceberg and the sinking ship, but shows half-naked Balinese people coming to the rescue.
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
Palau Bali 2014 by Wayan Bendi
ARMA
ARMA
Lumba – Lumba 2020 by Pande Made Martin
ARMA
Pemburu Surga 2021 by I Wayan Aris Samanta
Candi Mendut 2011 by I Gede Widiantara
Jalan Rusak 2023 by I Wayan Malik
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
Cremation Ceremony in Bali 2019 by Ni Nyoman Merti
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
Kamasan painting on tree bark
Smara is Burnt to Death, Anonymous 2008
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
Fisherman c. 1980s by Ida Bagus Nyoman Rai
Rajapala c. 1980s by Ida Bagus Nyoman Rai
Lion Floating Happily by I Ketut Sadia
RMS Titanic c. 2015 by I Ketut Sadia
ARMA
Mandala c. 1980s by I Dewa Nyoman Batuan
Bubuk Syah and Gagak Aking c. 1970s by I Dewa Nyoman Leper
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
Foreign artists who lived and worked in Bali are represented by Willem Gerard Hofker, Rudolf Bonnet, and Willem Dooijewaard among others.
The works of German painter Walter Spies (1895-1942) have a special place in the collection because of his important contribution to the development of Balinese arts. He influenced Balinese art, along with his partner Dutch artist Rudolf Bonnet, through an artist cooperative which provided guidance to local painters and developed a market for their work. He met his early death when a ship carrying World War II deportees from Bali to Ceylon was bombed by the Japanese in 1942.
Village Street, 1929 by Walter Spies
Preanger Landscape, 1923 by Walter Spies
River Landscape with Herdsman and Cows, 1938 by Walter Spies
Visitors received a complimentary coffee or tea at the ARMA museum when they bought a ticket. We stopped for cool drinks in the coffee shop before tackling the Modern art at the museum. None of the museums in Bali were air conditioned, at least none that we encountered.
grounds of ARMA
cafe at ARMA
me in an Indonesian doorway
our young server at the cafe among orchids
our cool resfreshing drinks
Mike and me at ARMA
cafe at ARMA
Prominent are works by Balinese masters such as I Gusti Nyoman Lempad, Ida Bagus Made, Anak Agung Gede Sobrat and I Gusti Made Deblog.
Modern Art collection
Wanita Malamun (Pensive Woman) by I Made Djima
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
Portrait of Agung Rai Suartini by Srihadi Soedarsono
ARMA
Pembakaran Mayat (Cremation) c. 1979 by Raden Roedyat Martadiradja
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
Bangsawan Jawa (Portrait of a Javanese Nobleman and His Wife, 1837, by Raden Saleh Sjarief Bustaman
Harvest Season by Auke Cornelis Sonnega
ARMA
ARMA
Priest by Genevieve Couteau
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
I was enamored by one painting at ARMA, but I sadly don’t know the artist. The details of this huge painting are below.
painting at ARMA
details of painting at ARMA
details of painting at ARMA
details of painting at ARMA
details of painting at ARMA
details of painting at ARMA
In a pavilion on the grounds, we found paintings done by teenagers. The grounds of the museum were lovely and we enjoyed strolling around.
Modern Art collection
ARMA grounds
pavilion at ARMA
Segara Renjanaa 2024 by Ni Luh Pratiwi
ARMA
ARMA pavilion
ARMA grounds
ARMA pavilion
ARMA grounds
ARMA grounds
Balinese man playing xylophone
With the ticket to the ARMA Museum, we were able to walk around the ARMA Resort, which was quite lovely.
ARMA Resort
ARMA Resort
ARMA Resort
lotus at ARMA Resort
ARMA Resort
ARMA Resort
ARMA Resort
Ubud Center
We waited a long time for a Gojek and by that time we had to wait in traffic to get to Ubud’s center. We stumbled quite by accident into the Café Lotus, where we found amazing views of the Ubud Water Palace without having to pay the entrance fee. We intended to go inside the actual Water Palace, but we were too tired and hot to attempt it on Friday. At the cafe, we enjoyed a yummy lunch of Indonesian spring rolls, Gado-Gado (Indonesian-style salad with steamed vegetables, tomato, fried bean cake, tofu, boiled egg, crackers and peanut sauce), and Spiced Pumpkin Soup.
After our wanders in Ubud’s center, we traipsed back to the hotel to enjoy the hot afternoon at the pool. We passed a warning sign for skinny people on the way to the hotel.
Café Lotus with view of Ubud Water Palace
view of Ubud Water Palace from Café Lotus
lunch at Café Lotus
Indonesian spring rolls, Gado-Gado (Indonesian-style salad with steamed vegetables, tomato, fried bean cake, tofu, boiled egg, crackers and peanut sauce), and Spiced Pumpkin Soup
Mike at Café Lotus
Spiced Pumpkin Soup
me at Café Lotus
Gado-Gado (Indonesian-style salad with steamed vegetables, tomato, fried bean cake, tofu, boiled egg, crackers and peanut sauce)
view of Ubud Water Palace from Café Lotus
view of Ubud Water Palace from Café Lotus
view of Ubud Water Palace from Café Lotus
sign seen as we walked back to our hotel from Ubud’s center
The Hava Ubud
After lounging around at our hotel pool in the hot afternoon, we went out to Tygr Sushi for dinner. I enjoyed a dragon roll and Mike a HEAVENLY: Teriyaki Jackfruit, Cucumber, Tempura Asparagus / Marinated Tomato, Vegan Mayo, Crispy Sweet Potato. Mike got an ice cream for dessert: chocolate & mango.
Steps: 9,278; Miles 3.92. Weather Hi 86°, Lo 71°. Some rain.
Ubud Center: Ubud Palace, Ubud Water Palace, & Museum Puri Lukisan
Saturday, September 28: Saturday morning we caught a Gojek to the center of Ubud. After the driver dropped us off, we passed by a group of women making the many offerings to the gods that are seen throughout Bali. We also passed a huge parking area for motorbikes, ever ubiquitous in town.
women preparing offerings
motorcycle parking lot
We wandered through the Ubud Market, but we didn’t see anything of interest.
We wandered around Ubud Palace, or Puri Saren Agung, a royal palace built in the early 1800s. It is one of the oldest, most well-preserved palaces in the area. It was originally built to house Ubud’s royal family, but as time went on it became a cultural and artistic center. Visitors are only allowed to walk around in a small area and the temple in the complex is off-limits to tourists.
gamelan at Ubud Palace
me at Ubud Palace
Ubud Palace, or Puri Saren Agung
Ubud Palace
Ubud Palace
Ubud Palace
Mike at Ubud Palace
Ubud Palace
After Ubud Palace we properly visited Pura Taman Saraswati, officially Pura Taman Kemuda Saraswati, also known as the Ubud Water Palace. It is a Balinese Hindu temple in Ubud. The pura is dedicated to the goddess Sarasvati, revered as the goddess of knowledge, education, learning, arts, speech, poetry, music, purity, language and culture. Pura Taman Saraswati is notable for its lotus pond.
Visitors are required to wear a sarong and jacket so everyone there is wearing the same thing. It’s a fun place for photo ops but there really isn’t much to it other than the lotus pond and the cool palace architecture.
Mike at Pura Taman Saraswati, or Ubud Water Palace
Mike at Ubud Water Palace
me at Ubud Water Palace
Ubud Water Palace
me at Ubud Water Palace
Ubud Water Palace
the king and queen at Ubud Water Palace
the king and queen at Ubud Water Palace
Ubud Water Palace
Mike at Ubud Water Palace
me at Ubud Water Palace
We stopped for a coffee at Café Lotus, where we continued to enjoy views of the Ubud Water Palace.
We visited Museum Puri Lukisan, set in a well-tended garden and showcasing some fabulous Balinese art. In front of the museum a Balinese dance was taking place for some kind of Palestinian support group. We had to walk past the performance to get to the museum, so we got to watch a bit of the performance.
Mike at our coffee break at Café Lotus
Balinese dance
Balinese dance
Balinese dance
Balinese dancers
Below is one of my favorite paintings from Museum Puri Lukisan with details. Sadly I didn’t get the artist information.
a painting at Museum Puri Lukisan
Here are details from the painting.
details of painting at Museum Puri Lukisan
details of painting at Museum Puri Lukisan
details of painting at Museum Puri Lukisan
details of painting at Museum Puri Lukisan
Below is a sample of Balinese art from Museum Puri Lukisan in Ubud.
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
painting by Walter Spies
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
Museum Puri Lukisan collection
grounds at Museum Puri Lukisan
We went to eat lunch after our visit to the museum. Mike felt like it was this lunch, or the ice in the drinks, that gave us stomach problems over the next several days.
me at lunch
our lunch
Mike at lunch
Back to The Hava Ubud neighborhood: massages, yoga and pool time
We enjoyed deep tissue massages at 1:00 Saturday at Sari Laba. We liked them so much, we booked massages for Sunday, our last day in Ubud, as well.
After our massages, we relaxed by the pool until time for our 4:00 yoga class.
masseuses at Sari Laba Traditional Massage
Mike at Sari Laba Traditional Massage
pool at The Hava Ubud
pool at The Hava Ubud
pool at The Hava Ubud
We went to a restorative yoga “Air Class” at Alchemy. It was supposed to be for beginners but some of the challenging poses, held for way too long in my opinion, were too much for my stiff joints and especially my knees. Still, the experience had a nice ambiance.
Alchemy yoga studio
restorative yoga “Air Class” at Alchemy
me at Alchemy
Mike at Alchemy
Mike at Alchemy
me on the grounds of Alchemy
Alchemy yoga studio
me at the entrance to Alchemy
We enjoyed our fanciest dinner in Ubud at Brie Restaurant & Cheesery. A corn & prawn soup came out with fog rising mystically around it. I enjoyed burrata with zucchini pancakes and Mike got tagliatelle with smoked salmon. The staff was very cute with their black & white striped t-shirts and little black berets. They even did a coordinated dance to welcome all the guests. They had a singer on the 2nd floor (we were on the first). Downstairs we were serenaded by a playlist that included “Hamdouchia (Yamil Remix)” by Amine K (Moroko Loko) and “Free to Love” by Eighty Project. It was an upscale experience but Mike thought it was rather overrated and expensive.
appetizer at tagliatelle with smoked salmon
corn & prawn soup
Mike at Brie Restaurant & Cheesery
tagliatelle with smoked salmon
me at Brie Restaurant & Cheesery
burrata with zucchini pancakes
singer at Brie Restaurant & Cheesery
Steps: 7,693; Miles 3.25. Weather Hi 87°, Lo 73°. Some rain.
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Sunday, September 29: Sunday morning, our last morning in Bali, we enjoyed our last leisurely breakfast at the pool. We would be leaving for the airport at around 8:00 p.m. for our 12:20 a.m. flight on Monday morning, so we had kept our room for 4 nights so that we could rest and take a nap in the afternoon before our overnight flight. Thus we could relax in our room or at the pool.
breakfast bar at The Hava Ubud
After breakfast, we went about a half-hour north of Ubud to Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace. This is really a small and touristy rice terrace, with all kinds of swings and photo settings. The site doesn’t even come close to the Longji Rice Terraces in Guangxi, China, the best I have seen in all my travels around Asia.
Tegalalang Rice Terrace has been cited as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. I found it quite a disappointment as it was small and too touristy for me.
A traditional irrigation system is still being used in the terraces today. It was started in the 8th century. The water comes from surrounding rivers & mountains. Farmers built water canals to allow the water to flow from one field to the other.
entrance to Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
me at a photo spot at Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
another corny photo
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Nestled at the base of Mount Batukaru in the central highlands, the Jatiluwih rice terraces are supposedly more impressive than the Tegalalang terraces. They are a full 600 hectares. However, getting there would have been a 1 1/2 hour drive each way from Ubud. We’d already spent enough time driving around on Bali’s congested & derelict roads, so we didn’t make the trek to Jatiluwih.
Instead we spent the rest of the day having a nice lunch at Alchemy, getting massages again, sitting by the pool, and finally relaxing in our room in preparation for our overnight flight back to Narita in Japan.
Departing Ubud and returning to Narita, Japan
We left for Bali’s airport in Denpasar directly from Ubud, which was about a 2 hour drive in the congested traffic. Our flight back to Japan was at 12:20 a.m. on Monday, September 30, but of course we had to arrive Sunday night by 9:20. There was utter chaos at the Bali airport. I wore the Tsumagojuku t-shirt I bought in the Japan Alps when we were there in mid-September. I wanted something comfortable so that I could hopefully sleep on the plane.
me in my Tsumagojuku t-shirt at the Denpasar Bali Airport
Steps: 10,381; Miles 4.39. Weather Hi 87°, Lo 73°. Partly cloudy.
Monday, September 30: We boarded our Garuda Indonesia flight and took off around 12:20 a.m. bound for Narita, Japan. I was so happy to be returning to Japan after dealing with the chaos and endless heat and humidity of Bali. I believe overall that Bali is overhyped and after visiting there, I have pretty much sworn off any more of southeast Asia. I’ve been already to Myanmar (my favorite), Vietnam, Thailand, Cambodia (another favorite), India, Singapore, and now Bali, and everywhere I’ve been has been hot, humid, & chaotic (Singapore wasn’t chaotic but was miserably hot and humid). However, that being said, I have always found the food in southeast Asia to be excellent, especially in Vietnam, Thailand, and Cambodia. The food scene in Ubud was especially good, with much ethnic diversity and vegetarian and vegan options. I adored the art and palaces (architecture) in Bali, but it was frustrating that there was rarely a place to escape the heat, even in museums.
Monday, September 23, 2024: We left the Movenpick in Jimbaran at 9:00 a.m. Monday and began our two-hour traffic-congested drive to Sidemen on Bali’s east side, where we planned to spend three nights. Our driver Katur made an agreed-upon stop for us at The Klungkung Palace, officially Puri Agung Semarapura, a historical building complex situated in Semarapura, the capital of the Klungkung Regency (kabupaten).
The palace (puri) was erected at the end of the 17th century, but largely destroyed during the Dutch colonial conquest of 1908. Today the basic remains of the palace are the court of justice, the Kertha Gosa Pavilion, and the main gate that bears the date Saka 1622 (AD 1700). Within the old palace compound is also a floating pavilion, the Bale Kembang. The descendants of the rajas that once ruled Klungkung today live in Puri Agung, a residence to the west of the old palace, which was built after 1929.
We were easy targets for the insistent touts who successfully sold us sarongs, which we wore for our photos despite them not really being necessary. It was hot as always, but I loved the palace and its many water elements and architecture. And it wasn’t crowded at all, which made it all the more appealing.
Klungkung Palace
Klungkung Palace
floating pavilion, Bale Kembang, at Klungkung Palace
floating pavilion, Bale Kembang, at Klungkung Palace
floating pavilion, Bale Kembang, at Klungkung Palace
Mike in sarong at Klungkung Palace
floating pavilion, Bale Kembang, at Klungkung Palace
Klungkung Palace
Mike at Klungkung Palace
me at Klungkung Palace
Klungkung Palace
ceiling in pavilion at Klungkung Palace
ceiling in pavilion at Klungkung Palace
view from the pavilion at Klungkung Palace
detailed carvings in pavilion
Klungkung Palace
Klungkung Palace
Klungkung Palace
floating pavilion, Bale Kembang, at Klungkung Palace
me with Mike at Klungkung Palace
Klungkung Palace
We did a quick walk-through of the small Museum Semarajaya on the palace grounds. I recognized the kris (special swords), which I’d read about in the 1937 novel Love and Death in Bali by Vicki Baum. The kris is a Javanese asymmetrical dagger famous for its distinctive wavy blade, although many have straight blades as well; it is one of the weapons commonly used in the pencak silat martial art native to Indonesia. The novel I had read told a fictional account of the Dutch invasion in 1906 and the resultant mass suicide, or puputan, when the three princes of Badung realized they were outgunned and outnumbered by the Dutch and decided rather than surrender and become subjugated to the Dutch, they burned their palaces, dressed in their finest white clothing, and charged the Dutch with their ceremonial golden kris. It was a slaughter and, in all, 4,000 Balinese people died, either gunned down by the Dutch or taking matters into their own hands by plunging their kris into their children, wives and themselves.
We also saw one of the xylophones, which are used in the gamelan: a traditional Indonesian percussion orchestra, which consists of ornate, percussive instruments made of hand-forged metal. The ensemble typically includes xylophones, gongs, gong-chimes, drums, cymbals, string instruments and bamboo flutes.
Museum Semarajaya
Museum Semarajaya
samples of the kris at Museum Semarajaya
Museum Semarajaya
Museum Semarajaya
xylophone used in the gamelan at Museum Semarajaya
Museum Semarajaya
Museum Semarajaya
Museum Semarajaya
Museum Semarajaya
Museum Semarajaya
Museum Semarajaya
Before leaving, we walked to a pavilion on the corner of the palace complex where we saw another beautifully decorated ceiling and a famous statue, possibly memorializing the puputan, in a circle on the street.
Klungkung Palace
ceiling in pavilion at Klungkung Palace
famous statue
Sidemen, Bali
We arrived at the Alamdhari Resort & Spa in Sidemen too early to check in, so we had lunch. Later it rained a bit and cooled off, so I took a nap in our room while Mike swam some short laps in the pool.
At 5:00 we had massages that were wonderfully relaxing.
Alamdhari Resort & Spa
our room at Alamdhari Resort & Spa
our balcony at Alamdhari Resort & Spa
Alamdhari Resort & Spa
Alamdhari Resort & Spa
Alamdhari Resort & Spa
Alamdhari Resort & Spa
Alamdhari Resort & Spa
We spent a lovely evening in the open air on-site Dedhari Restaurant: We enjoyed Mahi Mahi with cream sauce, Tom Yum soup, an Arak for Mike and glass of white wine for me. We topped off our meal with fried bananas and chocolate ice cream (because they were out of vanilla).
The ambiance was lovely and we were serenaded by a playlist of songs that included: “Trouble is a Friend” by Lenka and “Beautiful Things” by Benson Boone.
Mike with Balinese shirt with the staff at Dedhari Restaurant
Mike and me at Dedhari Restaurant
Mahi Mahi with cream sauce
salad at Dedhari Restaurant
Tom Yum Soup
Mike enjoying our dessert
fried bananas and chocolate ice cream
Finally, for the first time in all the time we’d been traveling, we enjoyed a comfortable night temperature-wise. I was finally in my happy place. 😊😊 And the grounds of our hotel were magnificent.
Note Mike’s Balinese shirt. He got it at Kungklung Palace where the lady touts wouldn’t let him rest until he bought not one, but two: for $13 each!
Steps: 5,996; Miles 2.53. Weather Sidemen: Hi 90°, Lo 70°. Partly cloudy.
Tuesday, September 24: Tuesday morning we went for a 2 1/2 hour walk through the rice fields of Sidemen with local guide Kadek (there are many men named Kadek in Bali because the name means “second son”).
There was a big festival taking place for two days that was a semi-annual festival, Galungan, so Kadek told us everyone would return home on Wednesday to celebrate with their families. We could see the decorations in the street as we walked to the rice fields. Penjor, the arched traditional Balinese decorations made from bamboo poles, and adorned with colorful cloth, flowers, coconut tree leaves, and intricate carves, were displayed on the streets of Sidemen for the festival. These symbolize offerings to the gods; they welcome the gods to the celebrations.
sunrise view off our balcony
Penjor on the streets of Sidemen
offerings for Galungan
We learned about the irrigation systems (much like Oman’s falaj system). Kadek told us plastics and trash are a big problem because they infiltrate the irrigation systems. He said the government doesn’t do much to help the plight of the people even though they pay taxes.
He was married with two children and worked not only as a guide but for the hotel in various capacities. He also had to help tend his family’s rice fields.
irrigation system in rice terraces in Sidemen
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
irrigation system in rice terraces in Sidemen
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Mike and Kadek
river in Sidemen
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Kadek and me
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces
Sidemen rice terraces & the yoga studio at the top of the hill
We were plenty hot by the time our walk ended so we promptly went for a dip in the pool and then had pizza and Tom Yum soup for lunch before our scheduled yoga session.
It rained for a while this afternoon, but it didn’t stop us going to our 2:00 yoga class. Today I stretched some parts that hadn’t been stretched in quite a while. Yikes!
At lunch, music created a mellow vibe including: “Rockabye (feat. Sean Paul & Anne-Marie)” by Clean Bandit and “Battle Scars (feat. Lupe Fiasco)” by Guy Sebastian.
walkway at Alamdhari Resort & Spa
Mike in the pool
our room was the top left of this building
pool at Alamdhari Resort & Spa
me in the pool
Dedhari Restaurant on site
Alamdhari Resort & Spa
pizza for lunch
Tom Yum soup for lunch
yoga teacher
yoga studio at Alamdhari Resort & Spa
rice fields on our walk from the yoga studio
rice fields on our walk from the yoga studio
hotel view from our room
view of Mount Agung
We enjoyed dream-inducing “Balinese” massages at 5:00. Then we went to dinner at the resort restaurant. I enjoyed Pad Thai with tofu while Mike had “BABI KECAP: SAUTED PORK IN SWEET SOYA SAUCE, SERVED WITH RICE & URABAN.”
We enjoyed a remix by Spike Stent of “Trouble is a Friend” by Lenka. We loved the music and the gentle and welcoming service in this open air restaurant.
massage studio at Alhamdari
Mike at Dedhari Restaurant for dinner
me at dinner
BABI KECAP: SAUTED PORK IN SWEET SOYA SAUCE, SERVED WITH RICE & URABAN
Pad Thai with tofu
me with Mike at Dedhari Restaurant
Steps: 11,887; Miles 5.03. Weather: Hi 90°, Lo 70°. Sunny.
Wednesday, September 25: Today was the principal day of Bali’s important festival, Galungan, which usually runs for around ten days at various locations around Bali. It occurs twice a year in April and September. At the festival’s core is the celebration of good and overcoming evil, the victory of Dharma and the defeat of Adharma.
Ancestral spirits return to their former homes, and the locals are expected to demonstrate kindness by making offerings and chanting prayers. Locals decorate the streets with bamboo poles, locally referred to as penjor; they are used to hang offerings as a kind gesture towards the spirits.
In addition, offerings consist of special foods, scented flowers, and woven palm offerings. These sacrifices are offered at home and at the local temples (referred to as pura). Women carry their offerings on their heads, while men carry palm leaves to the temple.
At the end of the celebrations, the ancestral spirits return to their home, marked by offerings of yellow rice to mark the end of Galungan.
Kadek making offerings for Galungan at Alamdhari Resort & Spa
Kadek making offerings for Galungan at Alamdhari Resort & Spa
Tirta Gangga
We went on an excursion today with a driver, Kadek, another 2nd son but a different Kadek than our rice field guide from yesterday. We were meant to go to 1) Tirta Gangga, 2) the White Sand Beach (aka Virgin Beach or Pasir Putih), 3) Tenganan Village and 4) Goa Lawlah Temple.
On our drive to Tirta Gangga, we had some magnificent views of Bali’s countryside.
Bali’s countryside north of Sidemen
Bali’s countryside north of Sidemen with Mount Agung in the background
Balinese woman
Bali’s countryside north of Sidemen
Bali’s countryside north of Sidemen
Bali’s countryside north of Sidemen
Bali’s countryside north of Sidemen
Bali’s countryside north of Sidemen
Bali’s countryside north of Sidemen with Mount Agung in the background
Our first stop, and the best of the day by far, was Tirta Gangga, a former royal palace in eastern Bali. Named after the sacred river Ganges in India, it is noted for its Karangasem royal water palace, bathing pools and its Patirthan temple.
The complex was built in 1946 by the last king of Karangsem I Gusti Bagus Jelantik. Tirta Gangga was intended as a recreation place for the king and his family. It was destroyed almost entirely by the eruption of nearby Mount Agung in 1963.
Mike and me at Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
me at Tirta Gangga
me at Tirta Gangga
Mike at Tirta Gangga
Mike at Tirta Gangga
Mike at Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Balinese family at Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
koi at Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
me at Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Mike at Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Balinese women at Tirta Gangga
Mike and me at Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Tirta Gangga
Mike at Tirta Gangga
me at Tirta Gangga
On the way from Tirta Gangga to the White Sand Beach, we glimpsed Balinese villagers leaving a temple during Galungan.
Balinese villagers leaving the temple for Galungan
Balinese villagers leaving the temple for Galungan
field of flowers
White Sand Beach (aka Virgin Beach or Pasir Putih)
Our second stop on today’s excursion was the White Sand Beach (aka Virgin Beach or Pasir Putih). It wasn’t all that much and of course I had already put in my beach time. We sat in a beach cafe and had an iced coffee. It was getting HOT!
White Sand Beach (aka Virgin Beach or Pasir Putih)
White Sand Beach (aka Virgin Beach or Pasir Putih)
offerings at White Sand Beach
White Sand Beach (aka Virgin Beach or Pasir Putih)
Le-Zat Beach Restaurant
We stopped for lunch at Le-Zat Beach Restaurant. We liked the display with the rice shaped like the nearby volcano, Mount Agung. I enjoyed a super refreshing cucumber drink.
Le-Zat Beach Restaurant
cucumber drink at Le-Zat Beach Restaurant
volcano rice like Mount Agung at Le-Zat Beach Restaurant
Le-Zat Beach Restaurant
Mike at Le-Zat Beach Restaurant
offerings at Le-Zat Beach Restaurant
view from Le-Zat Beach Restaurant
Tenganan Pegringsingan
Our last stop was Tenganan Pegringsingan, a viilage in East Bali. It is known for the gringsingor geringsing, double ikat textiles woven in only three places in the world. The demanding technique is only practiced in parts of India, Japan and Indonesia. In Indonesia it is confined to the village of Tenganan.
The village is also known for its gamelan selunding music played on iron metallophones.
Houses in Tenganan Pegringsingan village are built on either side of the uphill to downhill concourse with their doors opening onto it. The entrances of the houses are narrow, only allowing one person to enter or leave at any one time. Entrance to and exit from the village is through the gate at the downhill end. On either side of the entrance are two small temples. Our walk through the town was miserably hot.
Tenganan Pegringsingan
for sale at Tenganan Pegringsingan
for sale at Tenganan Pegringsingan
colored eggs at Tenganan Pegringsingan
Tenganan Pegringsingan
Tenganan Pegringsingan
Tenganan Pegringsingan
me sweltering at Tenganan Pegringsingan
Tenganan Pegringsingan
Tenganan Pegringsingan
Tenganan Pegringsingan
Tenganan Pegringsingan
Tenganan Pegringsingan
Tenganan Pegringsingan
Tenganan Pegringsingan
lizards at Tenganan Pegringsingan
masks at Tenganan Pegringsingan
a drive-by of Goa Lawah Temple
We decided to skip the last stop on our excursion today, Goa Lawah Temple, because we were told it would be very crowded due to today’s ceremonies. Plus we were hot and tired and wanted to enjoy the pool for one last afternoon before heading to Ubud on Thursday. I took this photo of a statue near the temple before driving another 45 minutes to Sidemen.
monument at Goa Lawah Temple
Sidemen
We had our last dinner at Dedhari Restaurant at the hotel. The second dish in this gallery was one of my favorites encountered in Bali: Uruban or Sayur Urab, a bunch of boiled fresh vegetables, which after cooling slightly are tossed in a fried seasoning mixture. This dish is served cold or at room temperature and is spicy, tasty, and full of well-balanced flavors.
Mike had his Arak on the rocks and I my usual glass of wine. I ordered Pad Thai with tofu and Mike got pork skewers on rice with uruban. When I told the waiter how much I loved uruban, he brought me a dish of it even though it wasn’t included in my meal.
Mike drinking Arak
Uruban or Sayur Urab
me with uruban – YUM!
pork skewers on rice with uruban
Pad Thai with tofu
This would be our last night in Sidemen. We would move to Ubud on Thursday and would spend three full nights there before heading back to Japan on Monday morning at 12:20 a.m.
Steps: 7,033; Miles 2.97. Weather: Hi 90°, Lo 70°. Sunny.
Thursday, September 26: On Thursday morning, we enjoyed our final views of Mount Agung from our room at Alamdhari Resort & Spa.
final views of Mount Agung from Alamdhari Resort & Spa
final views of Mount Agung from Alamdhari Resort & Spa
final views from Alamdhari Resort & Spa
We headed to Ubud for our last stay (3 full nights) in Bali.
We were sad to leave this area, which was by far our favorite part of Bali. It was less crowded, with beautiful landscapes and a laid-back vibe. I had been looking forward to stay in Ubud, but it would turn out to be way too chaotic for us. If we ever went back to Bali again, which we won’t, we would recommend staying far away from any of the big tourist spots, resorts and towns.
Friday, September 20, 2024: We left Narita right on time; the doors to the plane were closed at 10:45 a.m. and we took off directly at 11:00. The total distance to Bali from Narita, Japan was 5,677 km, or 3,527.5 miles. Mike and I sat on the right side of the plane in two seats: he at the window and me in the aisle seat, 25 K & H.
Mike and I shared an onigiri with tuna mayonnaise and a small can of Pringles. I read some of my book, All the Lives We Never Lived by Anuradha Roy. None of the movies interested me. The flight attendants were beautiful, gentle and kind (Indonesian I think). They wore brightly colored skirts and tops made of gorgeous fabric. They were a breath of fresh air after the black/white/navy & beige styles of the Japanese. I used my new trtl pillow and took a Valium after lunch. I may have slept about 2-3 hours.
We flew into Denpasar Airport (Ngurah Rai International Airport) in Bali after our 7 1/2 hour flight at around 5:15 p.m., earlier than expected. We then had to go through a health check, Visa on Arrival, Immigration and Customs. We had arranged a ride to the Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali through Bali Fast Track. The traffic coming out of the airport was crazy. It felt like we were driving in the middle of Bangkok!
approaching Bali
lunch on Garuda Indonesia
lunch on Garuda Indonesia
Getting close
Denpasar Airport
mural at Denpasar Airport
mural at Denpasar Airport
Denpasar Airport
Denpasar Airport
Denpasar Airport
traffic circle passed on the way to the Movenpick
Jimbaran
We checked into Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali on Friday evening around 7:00 p.m. We’re not normally resort-type people but there were several reasons we picked this for our first stop in Bali, having to do with our late-ish arrival time and its proximity to the airport, its relative proximity to Uluwatu and its attached big stretch of beach (for Mike). I personally could care less about the beach.
We promptly went out in search of dinner at an adjacent outdoor shopping mall with many eateries. We found a pizza place called Pepenero and got some small pizzas and the local beer, Bintang.
While Mike was paying, I got up to walk out of the restaurant and ran full force into the glass pane to the left of the door (the photo after the pizza shows the spot but in this view it’s the pane to the right) It was a full-on head bang that made a loud noise and I yelled, “What the heck??!!” It startled everyone in the restaurant. I hadn’t realized it wasn’t the doorway.🤣🤣 I felt sorry for the glass because my hard head didn’t feel a thing!
Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Bintang, the local beer
pizza at Pepenero
the entrance to Pepenero. I ran into the glass to the right of the door!
Steps: 6,757; Miles 2.86. Weather in Denpasar: Hi 89°, Lo 73°. Partly cloudy.
Saturday, September 21: The breakfast Saturday morning was astounding, with what seemed like hundreds of choices, but we grabbed all of our breakfast at the first omelette station without checking out the many options. We would know better on Sunday!
This was a place with lots of families, most of them Aussies. I loved hearing their accents all around. It was pretty convenient for them to come to Bali as it’s only a 2-3 hour flight. We hadn’t run into any Americans.
Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
breakfast at Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
breakfast area at Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
a walk around the grounds of Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Mike and me in the lobby of the Movenpick
Nusa Dua & Museum Pasifika
Saturday morning we took a Gojek taxi from our hotel in Jimbaran, which sits at the western neck of the Bukit Peninsula, to Nusa Dua, a popular resort area in Bali along the southeastern coast in the Bukit Peninsula.
We wandered around an upscale outdoor shopping mall, Bali Collection. We seemed to be going around in circles for a long time, looking in vain for the Museum Pasifika.
Bali Collection
offerings in front of a shop
shop at Bali Collection
We eventually made our way to the Museum Pasifika. The museum had no air conditioning so our goal to escape the heat for an hour or two proved to be sadly elusive.
Museum Pasifika
Museum Pasifika
Museum Pasifika
Museum Pasifika features 600 artworks of 200 artists from Indonesia, Pacific Island, Polynesia, Indochina, Asia and European countries. We walked through pavilions to see the impressive collection of historical and masterpiece paintings and sculptures. The art was colorful and tropical and captured the South Pacific vibe.
We started in a section with various Balinese and Italian painters.
Balinese Girls by Anton Huang 1978
The Harvest by Dewa Putu Bedil 1985
Javanese Woman by Hendra Gunawan (Undated)
Sitting Girl by Sudarso 1980
The Temple of Besakih by Renato Cristiano 1995
Javanese Landscape by P.A. Garriazo 1939
Balinese Market Scene by Emilio Ambron 1939
There was an entire section by Dutch-Indonesian artist Arie Smit (1916-2016). Born in the Netherlands in 1916, he was captured by the Japanese during World War II and spent three years doing forced labor in Burma, building civil structures and architecture. When he was released in 1945, he went to what was then the Republic of Indonesia and became an Indonesian citizen. In 1956, he went to Bali and spent the rest of his life there. His art was heavily influenced by three Pauls: Signac, Gauguin and Cézanne.
I loved these colorful paintings.
Villagers Working the Quarry by Arie Smit 2000
Villagers Girl Followed by Two Dogs by Arie Smit 2002
Women with Offering in Twilight by Arie Smit 1999
Three Girls with Offering by Arie Smit 2003
Sanur Sea by Arie Smit 2000
Then we found more wonderful paintings by Dutch, Austrian, French, Belgian, German, Australian and Mexican artists. I especially loved the magnificent painting: Women Offering to the Sacred Pond by Adrien-Jean Le Mayeur 1948.
Women Offering to the Sacred Pond by Adrien-Jean Le Mayeur 1948
The Gambang Player by Mari Ten Kate 1885
Balinese Legong Dancer by W. Dooijewaard (Undated)
Composition Figure by Auke Sonnega 1955
The Flute Player in Landscape by Auke Sonnega 1951
The Girl at Entrance of Pura by C.L. Drake (Undated)
Balinese Women by Hans Snel 1975
At the Temple (Bali) by François Brochet 1993
Balinese Girl with Flowers by François Brochet 1995
After Dancing by Paul Jacoulet (Undated)
Javaenese Dancer 1 by Léa Lafugie
Balinese Resting Under the Umbrella by Adrien-Jean Le Mayeur (Undated)
Temple Dancer by Czeslaw Mystkowski (Undated)
Patal, Sidemen, Karangasem, Bali by Hans Werner (Undated)
Two Balinese Sitting by Hans Werner 1990
Batu Jimbar by Donald Friend 1971
Rice Granary by Miguel Covarrubias 1935
Temple de Bancal with Numerous Balinese Figure by Adrien-Jean Le Mayeur 1950
me sweating like crazy in Bali, going into the next building
Mike at Museum Pasifika
In another building at the museum, we enjoyed paintings by Swiss artist Theo Meier (1908-1982), who lived in Bali for twenty years, from 1934-1955. He immersed himself in Balinese culture in a bohemian way and forged friendships with many other artists. He was captivated by Balinese Modernism and assembled a large number of paintings before, during and after WWII. His paintings reminded me of Paul Gauguin’s work.
Women in Taitura by Theo Meier 1934
Kan Keo With Balinese Offering by Theo Meier 1981
Doorway to Wat Bakoi Dar Temple, San Piseur by Theo Meier 1976
Two Monks in Front of Chom Tong Temple by Theo Meier 1967
Two Monks near a Lotus Pond, Mair Gong River, Nakorn Pathom by Theo Meier 1967
Kan Kao Posing in the Studio by Theo Meier 1976
Portrait of a Balinese Girl by Theo Meier
Two Young Balinese Sitting by Theo Meier 1941
Segara Mas by Theo Meier 1959
by Theo Meier ??
by Theo Meier ??
Rejang Dancers by Theo Meier 1964
by Theo Meier ??
by Theo Meier ??
by Theo Meier ??
by Theo Meier ??
by Theo Meier ??
Within this section were more interesting exhibits.
Museum Pasifika
Museum Pasifika
Museum Pasifika
Museum Pasifika
We finished up our visit to the museum in the Indochina Room and the Asia Room.
Procession Au Tonkin by Rene Bassouls 1927
After Bathing by Le Pho Ca. 1960
Rizierer Animees (Rice Fields) by Joseph Inguimberty c. 1950
La Bale D’Halong Animee by Geo Michel
Buddha Couche by André Maire 1957
Museum Pasifika
Mili by Lea Lafugie 1928
Museum Pasifika
Museum Pasifika
A Palima Tahiti by Aloi Pilloko 2005
Masks at Museum Pasifika
Vanuatu Group Celebrations by Aloi Pilloko 2005
Asia Room at Museum Pasifika
Asia Room at Museum Pasifika
Les Sauvages de la Mer Pacifique by Jean Gabriel Charvet 1804
Polynesian Couple in the Forest by Jean Luis Paguenaud 1947
Woman and Waterfall the Polynesia Forest by Jean Luis Paguenaud (Undated)
Tahitian Dancer by Paul Daxhelet (Undated)
Taj Mahal I by André Maire 1955
Benares India by W.O.J Nieuwenkamp 1935
Buddha Ceylon by André Maire
After visiting this fabulous museum, we stopped at a Starbucks and got some iced coffees and pastries. It was the only place we could find to sit down in air conditioning.
We shopped a bit in some of the stores then made our way to the Nusa Dua Beach Promenade, a paved walkway along the Indian Ocean that stretches 5km long.
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
me at Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
Nusa Dua Beach Promenade
There we strolled until coming to Tamarind where we ordered some lunch. Why I got fish and chips I’ll never know; it was a huge meal and very hot. I could barely eat a third of it. Mike got a lamb kebab on a pita.
Tamarind
fish and chips at Tamarind
We made our way to a main road through a beautiful hotel, the name of which I don’t know. From there we caught a Gojek back to our hotel.
hotel at Nusa Dua
hotel at Nusa Dua
hotel at Nusa Dua
hotel at Nusa Dua
hotel at Nusa Dua
hotel at Nusa Dua
hotel at Nusa Dua
We returned to our hotel to relax for a bit at the pool until our evening outing to Uluwatu.
Mike in the Movenpick pool
musicians at Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Pura Luhur Uluwatu & the Kecak Dance
Our hired driver, Darma, drove us from The Movenpick in Jimbaran to Uluwatu on Saturday night. Because there was a traffic jam on the main road, we drove on windy, narrow and rutted backroads for around 45 minutes to get there. The traffic everywhere in Bali was INSANE!
Uluwatu, home of the important 1,000 year old temple Pura Luhur Uluwatu, is at the westerly end of the Bukit Peninsula and borders the Indian Ocean. The complex is set on limestone cliffs with crashing surf below. It is also home to a large colony of mischievous monkeys who are expert thieves. They love to steal any loose thing carried by tourists, including phones. We saw one snatch a pair of sunglasses 😎 from a young woman.
The present Uluwatu temple complex was built under the instructions of a Javanese Hindu sage in the 11th century and later developed by Hindu priests. However, it is said to have been the site of a temple for much longer. It is considered to protect the island of Bali from evil spirits.
Sadly the temple, which seemed in rather derelict shape, was not open to visitors. We walked around and admired the cliff top views and tried to keep our possessions away from the thieving monkeys.
We met three young Chinese ladies all decked out in colorful batik. I asked them if they got their outfits in Bali and they said, yes, in Kuta, north of Jimbaran.
me at Pura Luhur Uluwatu
Mike & Darma at Pura Luhur Uluwatu
monkey at Uluwatu
Young Chinese ladies wearing batik
me at Uluwatu
looking at cliffs from Uluwatu
monkeys at Uluwatu
monkey at Uluwatu
monkeys at Uluwatu
sunset at Uluwatu
sunset at Uluwatu
Uluwatu from afar
Me with Mike on the cliff walk
somebody famous
Me, Darma & Mike at Uluwatu
sunset at Uluwatu
sunset at Uluwatu
sunset at Uluwatu
Kecak dances are regularly performed here at sunset. There are two shows nightly, one at 6:00 and one at 7:00. We didn’t buy the tickets (6:00) online and thus missed our opportunity for the sunset show. However our driver Darma helped us get tickets at the temple for the 7:00 show.
After walking along the cliff top at Uluwatu, at around 6:20, our driver handed over our 7:00 tickets and told us to wait in line near the stage until they opened the doors to the amphitheater. People were packed in together waiting, unable to move or to sit, sweltering the entire time. I couldn’t help but think of being caught in a stampede if some loud noise went off. I really despise being in the midst of these kinds of crowds. At around 7:15 we could see they finally opened the doors to the 7:00 show and were letting in the tour groups first. Finally around 7:20 we were allowed to enter and then packed into the amphitheater, with no aisles or passageways left open for escape. I think they sold tickets with no regard to keeping control of crowd size.
After being in the super-efficient and well-organized Japan, with its excellent crowd-moving systems, this utter lack of a system was hard to take. I hate chaos such as this; I also hate when places don’t limit crowd size to match the size of the space.
Anyway, we were captive and we watched the Kecak dance which was certainly interesting but all the other hassle and crowds detracted from the experience.
Kecak (pronounced “kechak”) is a form of Balinese Hindu dance and music drama that was developed in the 1930s. Also known as the Ramayana monkey chant, the dance is not accompanied by any orchestra/gamelan but by a choir of seventy men wearing checked cloths around their waists, percussively chanting “chak”, and moving their hands and arms. The performance depicts a battle of the Ramayana, in which the monkey-like Vanaras, led by Hanuman, helps Prince Rama fight the evil King Ravana. Kecak has roots in sanghyang, a trance-inducing exorcism dance, in which a person in a state of trance communicates with deities or ancestors. Using the dancers as a medium, the deities or ancestors convey their wishes.
In the 1930s the old Indian epic Ramayana was included in the dance. Briefly the story runs as follows :
Due to a wise prince of Ayodya, Rama the legal heir to the throne of Ayodya, was exiled from the realm of his father Dasarata. Accompanied by his wife Sita and his younger brother Laksamana, they went into a forest called Dandaka. While they were in the forest the demon king Rahwana found them and lusted after the beautiful Sita. Accompanied by his prime minister Marica, they made a trick to steal Sita. Using his magic power Marica transformed himself into golden deer and succeeded in luring Rama and Laksamana away from Sita. Rahwana, making use of this opportunity, kidnapped Sita and took her to his palace Alengka. Discovering the deception, Rama and Laksamana set out to rescue Sita from the clutches of the demon king assisted by the huge army of monkeys under the command of their king (Hanoman).
Rama succeeded in getting his wife back safely.
Kecak dance
Kecak dance
Kecak dance
Kecak dance
After our 45 minute drive back to Jimbaran, we had a light dinner with a beet salad and other light fare.
a delicious beet salad at the Movenpick
Steps: 15,769; Miles 6.67. Weather: Hi 88°, Lo 77°. Sunny.
Seminyak
Sunday, September 22: Sunday morning we planned to go to Seminyak to check out the boutiques & restaurants but instead, after seeing the three young Chinese women at Uluwatu on Saturday night wearing batik, I was on a quest to find batik shirts such as theirs. They said they had gotten them at a shop in Kuta, so we asked around at the hotel and did some research and found a good place to buy batik was Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali at the bypass. A Gojek driver took us there and we spent over an hour looking around the sprawling multi-level store. I found two shirts (not as nice as the Chinese girls’ shirts), one sarong and a pair of pants. Everything was very cheap; we spent less than $25 for everything! I wasn’t sure it was the right place but it was close enough.
me at breakfast
breakfast at the Movenpick
Mike at breakfast
Krisna Oleh-Oleh
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
me with some pants
me with a batik sarong
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
rooftop of Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
rooftop of Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
We had decided the rest of the day we would spend at Jimbaran Beach and at the Movenpick pool. I really don’t enjoy the beach anymore but I had to do my duty since Mike puts up with my shopping expeditions.
Jimbaran
After our shopping spree at Krisna Oleh Oleh, we returned to the hotel where we had pizza for lunch then headed to Jimbaran Beach for a couple of hours. BORING 😑 😴 , but I managed to survive the endless moments while Mike splashed around in the water, swam parallel to the shore and tried to ride a small wave in. Finally my duty was done and we returned to the hotel pool. Thank goodness that was the end of my beach time in Bali!
me back at the Movenpick
Mike at the Movenpick
pizza for lunch
whimsical shadows
little temple on the way to Jimbaran Beach
Jimbaran Beach
Jimbaran Beach
Jimbaran Beach
Jimbaran Beach
Jimbaran Beach
From the beach, we returned to the hotel pool where I rinsed off the infernal sand, got in the pool and went directly to the swim up bar. Now that was what I was talking about. We enjoyed Bintang beers and lounged around the pool for the afternoon.
Bintang beers at the swim-up bar at the Movenpick
Bintang beers at the swim-up bar at the Movenpick
Later in the evening we went back to the beach and ate fish tacos and pork belly rice at Akusuka Bali and watched all the sunset watchers and families at the beach. It was a whole different vibe than when we’d come down earlier in the afternoon. And it was just a tad bit cooler too.
Jimbaran Beach
Jimbaran Beach
Akusuka Bali
sunset at Jimbaran Beach
me in a batik shirt at Akusuka Bali
Mike at Akusuka Bali
pork belly rice at Akusuka Bali
fish tacos at Akusuka Bali
Steps: 10,876; Miles 4.6. Weather: Hi 88°, Lo 77°. Partly cloudy.
Monday, September 23: We left the Movenpick in Jimbaran at 9:00 a.m. Monday and began our 1 1/2 hour traffic-congested drive to Sidemen on Bali’s east side. We would make a stop at Klungkung Royal Palace and then on to Sidemen, where we planned to spend 3 nights.
Thursday, September 19, 2024: We arrived in Narita from Nagoya after a long (~4 hour) travel day. We got on the Shinkansen at 9:41 & arrived in Tokyo Station at 11:20. But it took us another 2 hours and 10 minutes to navigate 2 other trains to get to Narita, which is quite a distance east of Tokyo. Sadly we had to travel to Narita instead of Haneda, which is just south of Tokyo, because our direct flight Friday morning was on Garuda Indonesia to Bali and then back from Bali to Narita.
We took a taxi to our ryokan, Wakamatsu Honten, because we didn’t feel like a 14-minute walk in the heat. The long shopping street, Omotesando, stretches over the entire one kilometer distance from the railway station to the temple, Naritasan. Our ryokan is directly across the street from the temple’s main gate. It is a lively street lined with numerous restaurants and stores that have been selling traditional crafts, foods and souvenirs to pilgrims and tourists for centuries.
We couldn’t check in until 3:00 so we dropped our bags and wandered out to find lunch. We stumbled upon a rather slovenly restaurant where I got udon noodles with prawn tempura and Mike got a kind of meat loaf topped with scrambled eggs. We sat on cushions at the low tables (very uncomfortable I might add) and laughed when all the Japanese people who came in sat in chairs at regular tables. Even they were not foolish enough to sit on those uncomfortable cushions.
Narita
plastic food display in Narita
udon noodles with prawn tempura
Mike with his meat loaf topped with scrambled eggs
me at lunch in Narita
the Japanese ladies knew better than to sit on the low uncomfortable cushions
Narita
Narita
me in Narita
After lunch we visited Naritasan Shinshoji Temple (成田山新勝寺), a large and highly popular Buddhist temple complex. A broad variety of temple buildings stand on the spacious grounds of Naritasan, including the temple’s new and former main halls and a three storied pagoda.
Naritasan was built in the year 940 around its main sacred object of worship, a statue of the Buddhist Fudo Myoo deity. Kobo Daishi, the founder of the Shingon Sect and one of the most important figures in Japan’s religious history, is said to have carved the statue.
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
me with Mike at the gate to Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
me at Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
colorful pagoda at Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
ema at Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
ema at Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
ema at Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
pagoda at Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
pagoda at Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
pagoda at Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple
After visiting the temple, we walked up and down Omotesando, checking out the shops and watching the people. I loved the simple style of a young Japanese woman and only wished I could have taken a photo of her from the front. It was miserably hot and humid, so we stopped to cool off at a cafe that made dango. Dango (団子) is a Japanese dumpling made with regular rice flour and glutinous rice flour. They are usually made in round shapes, and three to five pieces are served on a skewer, which is called kushi-dango (串団子). The pieces are eaten with sugar, syrup, red bean paste, and other sweeteners.
We wandered lackadaisically on the shopping street. Japanese “shopping streets” never sell much of interest. It seems many of them sell boxed sweets that are fancily packaged; I believe they’re bought to give as gifts. Mike captured some of the schoolchildren in their uniforms.
Omotesando
I love this young lady’s style. I wish I could have taken a photo of her from the front
Omotesando
baskets on Omotesando
Omotesando
dango cafe
cool drinks in the cafe
dango
schoolchildren on Omotesando
schoolchildren on Omotesando
someone earnestly cooking
We went in search of something we could buy and take to our room for dinner later. We hadn’t reserved dinner at the ryokan and the manager had informed us that most of the town shut down at 5:00 so we wouldn’t find any place open for dinner. We finally found a place to buy croquettes, so we took some back to the hotel and checked in for the night. We also stopped to buy a couple of beers; we were surprised how difficult it was to find them.
the shop where we bought croquettes for dinner
croquettes
We checked in at Wakamatsu Honten, the same ryokan where I stayed before leaving Japan after teaching at Aoyama-Gakuin University – Sagimahara campus for the spring semester of 2017.
Wakamatsu Honten
We got cozy in our yukata and had a little fun playing around with a silly fan found in our room. We enjoyed beers, ate the croquettes we’d bought, took baths in the segregated onsens, and then went to sleep on our futons.
our room at Wakamatsu Honten
our room at Wakamatsu Honten
me in my yukata
somehow I always feel an urge to bow when wearing yukata
Mike in his yukata
me being silly with the fan
the other side of the fan
Mike being silly with the fan
Mike being silly with the fan
a funny little fan with sweets on his eyes
Steps: 12,557; Miles 5.33. Weather: Hi 88º, Lo 74°. Cloudy.
Friday, September 20: We woke up early for baths in the public onsen at the ryokan. This time we managed to take some pictures of them since no one else was there.
men’s onsen at Wakamatsu Honten
men’s onsen
women’s onsen
women’s onsen
women’s onsen
We then had an early vegetarian breakfast with multiple dishes as outlined on the placemat: “We are serving traditional ascetic[ally (sic.)] cuisine (vegetarian diet food) , the ‘SHOJIN ryori.’ The ‘SHOJIN ryori’ is said [to be] the origin of Japanese food culture. Even cooking without meats and fishes or eggs, it is still nutritious. The ‘SHOJIN ryori’ is seen as the healthy meal for physical and spiritual [well-being].” The menu included things such as tofu skin, peanut miso, plant meat, spinach, eddoe, eggplant, sesame tofu, simmer fried tofu, loquat jelly, natto, salad, pickled vegetables and miso soup, along with steamed rice.
We felt a bit rushed and obligated to finish everything, so it was a bit stressful. I can’t say I was crazy about any of it.
breakfast room at Wakamatsu Honten
me having a Japanese breakfast, SHOJIN ryori
SHOJIN ryori
SHOJIN ryori
A taxi picked us up at 7:55 a.m. and took us through heavy traffic to Narita Airport, where we would fly off to Bali.
waiting at Narita Airport for our flight on Garuda Indonesia
our Garuda Indonesia plane
our Garuda Indonesia plane
We took Garuda Indonesia Flight 881 to Denpasar, Bali. 11:00 a.m. to 5:25 p.m. We left Narita right on time; the doors to the plane were closed at 10:45 a.m. and we took off directly at 11:00. As we took off, Mike was able to capture some photos of Mt. Fuji. We loved the airline; the seats were roomy and the service was impeccable.
Monday, September 16, 2024: After driving from Takayama to the two post towns along the Nakesendo Trail and then to Nagoya, I couldn’t take the hassle of getting a shuttle from the Toyota-Rent-a-Car place to the airport, then the Express bus from the airport to Nagoya Station and then switching trains + a 15 minute walk to our hotel, Gold Stay Nagoya Osu, while hauling our luggage. So we opted for a taxi, our first in Japan, directly to the hotel 🏨. I was so exhausted and sick after the day that I put on my PJs and got in bed while Mike went out to a convenience store to nab us some dinner. We have a wonderful apartment here in Nagoya, but it’s sadly not conveniently located to any subway stops, with at least a 15-minute walk to any station. It does have its own Japanese bath, a kitchen and, best of all, a washing machine. We were able to watch Maestro in Blue on Netflix, but I fell asleep in the middle of it. This place would turn out to be one of our most favorite places to stay in Japan.
Gold Stay Nagoya Osu
Gold Stay Nagoya Osu
Gold Stay Nagoya Osu
Gold Stay Nagoya Osu
Steps: 8,139; Miles: 3.44. Nagoya: Hi 92°F, Lo 77°F. Mostly cloudy.
Tuesday, September 17: We started our Tuesday in Nagoya by walking toward the metro to go to Nagoya Station to buy our Shinkansen tickets to return to Tokyo on Thursday. On the way, we passed a modern temple with an old drum tower.
old drum tower in front of a modern temple in Nagoya
Ōsu Kannon Temple
On Wednesday the 18th, there would be a big antique flea market on the grounds of Ōsu-Kannon Temple, which we planned to go to. Since it was nice and quiet today, we stopped to take some photos.
Ōsu Kannon Temple has roots back to 1933. The main object of worship at the temple is a wooden statue of Kannon, the goddess of mercy, which was carved by Kobo Daishi, an famous figure in Japanese Buddhism. The present building dates to 1970. Originally built during the Kamakura Period (1192-1333) in neighboring Gifu Prefecture, the temple was moved to its current site by Tokugawa Ieyasu in 1612 after the original temple had been repeatedly damaged by severe flooding. The current buildings are 20th century reconstructions.
Ōsu Kannon Temple
Underneath Osu Kannon’s main hall is the Shinpukuji Library which contains over 15,000 classic Japanese and Chinese texts. Among these texts are several national treasures and important cultural properties, including the oldest copy of the Kojiki, a chronicle of the early history of Japan including its mythological origins.
me at Ōsu Kannon Temple
Mike at Ōsu Kannon Temple
ema at Ōsu Kannon Temple
Leaving the temple, we went on to the metro station and then to Nagoya station where it took us quite a while to find the place to buy our Shinkansen tickets.
I know it was a bit strange but we would be taking the Shinkansen to Narita, after only 10 days in Japan, to fly to Bali for 10 days. Then we’d return to Japan for another 19 days. It was cheaper and less time in the air to get round trip direct tickets from home to Tokyo and then round trip direct tickets from Tokyo to Bali and back.
Nagoya Castle
We took the metro to Nagoya Castle, but before going into the complex, we stopped at a coffee shop where we found a little boy eating a crazy-looking shaved ice concoction.
NAGOYA SIGN
little boy in coffee shop with his shaved-ice concoction
Nagoya Castle Map
We visited Nagoya Castle (名古屋城, Nagoyajō), built in the beginning of the Edo Period (1603-1868) as the seat of one of the three branches of the ruling Tokugawa family, the Owari branch. As such, it was one of the largest castles in the country, and the castle town around it ultimately grew to become Japan’s fourth largest city.
Nagoya Castle, one of the most representative Japanese castle structures of the early modern period, was constructed by Ieyasu Tokugawa (1542-1616), founder of the powerful Edo Shogunate. Following the construction of Edo Castle and Sumpu Castle, the Shogun in 1610 ordered construction of Nagoya Castle, actually the last to be built during his reign.
The operation was carried out as a national-level project to build a great castle that would symbolize the power and authority of the Tokugawa Shogunate. The five-storied Great Tenshu, the Castle’s donjon, crowned with a pair of glittering golden dolphin-like “shachi”, was especially famous as the largest wooden castle structure in Japan.
Nagoya Castle
Most castle buildings were destroyed in the air raids of 1945, including the castle keep and the palace buildings. The current ferro-concrete reconstruction of the castle keep dates from 1959 and – before its closure in May 2018 – contained a museum about the castle’s history. The park surrounding the castle keep features two circles of moats and impressive walls with corner turrets.
Near the entry was a stone topped with a man; it was called Kiyomasa’s Stone Pulling. It is said that Kato Kiyomasa, a renowned samurai who was ordered to supervise the construction of the stone walls of the Castle Towers, issued commands atop this stone.
Nagoya Castle moats
Nagoya Castle moats
Kiyomasa’s Stone Pulling
Nagoya Castle’s Hommaru Palace was built in 1615 as the residence for the leader of the Owari Domain. Genkan, the entrance hall, was the first building to which visitors to the Hommaru Palace were admitted. The walls were adorned with bold depictions of tigers. Oroka, the grand corridor, was a passageway between the Genkan and the heart of the palace.
The palace burned down in the wartime air raids of 1945. Restoration work began in January 2009. Genkan, the entrance hall and Omote Shoin, the main hall, opened to public viewing in 2013. We walked through in single file lines, wearing mandatory slippers, and took photos of the beautiful tatami rooms and painted screens. Sadly, there was no air conditioning, so it was terribly stifling.
Genkan in Hommaru Palace
Genkan in Hommaru Palace
Genkan in Hommaru Palace
Genkan in Hommaru Palace
Omete Shein, the main hall was used for official audiences. The raised-floor room at the furthest end was reserved for lords.
Omete Shein
Omete Shein
Omete Shein
Omete Shein
me in front of Omete Shein
Omete Shein
Omete Shein
Omete Shein
Omete Shein
Omete Shein
Omete Shein
The Taimenjo (Reception Hall) was used for private banquets or meetings between the lord and his relatives or vassals. The Jodan-no-ma, main audience chambers, and Tsuginoma, connecting room, was decorated with paintings of famous sites, scenes of the four seasons, and groups of people.
Taimenjo (Reception Hall)
Taimenjo (Reception Hall)
The lord or Shogun would use Saginoroka (Heron Corridor) when passing between the Taimenjo and the Jorakuden. It was constructed in 1634 at the same time as the Jorakuden. The screen paintings extending above the Nageshi, decorative beams, are a feature introduced around this time.
Saginoroka (Heron Corridor)
Saginoroka (Heron Corridor)
Saginoroka (Heron Corridor)
The Jorakuden (Shogun Accommodation Hall) was a palace extension built in 1634 for the impending visit of the Third Shogun, Tokugawa Iemitsu, en route from Edo (Tokyo) to the capital, Kyoto. During the Edo period it was known as the Go Shoin or the Oshiro Shoin. It was the most luxurious of the Hommaru buildings, with gorgeously decorated walls and ceilings, and an intricately carved, richly colored transom.
Jorakuden (Shogun Accommodation Hall)
Jorakuden (Shogun Accommodation Hall)
Jorakuden (Shogun Accommodation Hall)
Jorakuden (Shogun Accommodation Hall)
Jorakuden (Shogun Accommodation Hall)
Jorakuden (Shogun Accommodation Hall)
Jorakuden (Shogun Accommodation Hall)
The Umenoma (Plum Room) was a waiting room used by the high ranking vassals of Owari Province prior to audiences with the Shogun in the Jorakuden, Shogun accommodation hall. It was constructed along with the Jorakuden in 1634.
Umenoma
Umenoma
Umenoma
The main keep of Nagoya Castle was closed to visitors as it was undergoing a reconstruction to make it more earthquake proof.
main keep of Nagoya Castle
me at the main keep of Nagoya Castle
Mike at the main keep of Nagoya Castle
Nagoya
After visiting Nagoya Castle we returned to Ōsu-Kannon and then wandered through the shopping arcades all around there. We got little fish-shaped pastries filled with a sweet bean sauce. They were quite tasty. Japanese people love their sweets; you can find anything you imagine.
Ōsu-Kannon
Ōsu-Kannon
Ōsu-Kannon shopping arcades
me coming out of Alice on Wednesday
Alice on Wednesday
fabrics inn Ōsu-Kannon shopping arcades
Ōsu-Kannon shopping arcades
Ōsu-Kannon shopping arcades
Mike eats a fish-shaped pastry
fish-shaped pastry
fish-shaped pastries
Ōsu-Kannon shopping arcades
We went to a sushi bar, Sushi sakaba Matsubara, for dinner on Tuesday night. The menu was all in Japanese. Nagoya must not be much of a tourist town because often restaurants in Japan have an English menu. We haven’t found English menus much in Nagoya. I used my Papago app: it sucks! We ordered some kind of sushi, some kind of snack, beers and sake. I couldn’t tell for sure what any of the food was. We enjoyed the cozy atmosphere of the bar though.
me at Sushi sakaba Matsubara
Me with the Sushi sakaba Matsubara menu
Mike with the Sushi sakaba Matsubara menu
sushi at Sushi sakaba Matsubara
Sushi sakaba Matsubara
Sushi sakaba Matsubara
Steps: 15,518; Miles 6.57. Weather Hi 94°, Lo 74°. Mostly sunny.
Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Wednesday, September 18: The main reason I wanted to come to Nagoya was for the flea market held on the grounds of Ōsu-Kannon Temple on the 18th & 28th of every month. I was inspired by Peta of Empty Nesters on a Green Global Trek because I love textiles and she had found some pants made from temple flags when she was here last year. I was especially interested in lightweight summery pants with Japanese lettering. I found one lady who sold pants and clothes but she didn’t speak English; when I asked if hers were the pants made from temple flags, using Google Translate, she said no. Other merchants sold pieces of fabric or kimonos, but this one was the only merchant I could find who sold clothing. I ended up trying on a bunch of pants that didn’t fit, but I found two that did (although one needs hemming). I also found a dress embroidered with handmade stitching which I bought. I look horrible in the pictures because I was trying them on under or over my clothes and the high today was 97 degrees with super high humidity. Needless to say it was miserable. But at least I showed up and found a merchant (not the same one) who sold clothing and I found a couple of Japanese items. The merchant was super friendly and kept giving me things to try on that I had no interest in.
It was fun to wander through the market looking at pottery, fabrics, kimonos and every other kind of imaginable thing. Also, I took some surreptitious photos of pretty ladies in fancy yukata or kimono (I don’t know how to tell which is which). Also we glimpsed some strangely stylish space-age looking women walking through the temple gate.
Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
me at the Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
my favorite pants I bought at the Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
me with the market vendor
the dress I bought
Mike at the Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
the vendor at the Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
ladies in kimono
Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Mike at the Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
me at the Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Gate of Ōsu-Kannon Temple
space-age women walking through the Ōsu-Kannon Temple Gate
Ladies in kimono
ladies in kimono
Tokugawa Art Museum & Tokugawa Park
We took a JR line and a subway and walked about 15 minutes in the hot sun to the Tokugawa Art Museum in Nagoya. The first picture in the set below are two girls on the metro who were dressed alike. We found two sets of matching girls today.
Some of the galleries were closed in the museum but we enjoyed the ones we could see, especially as the museum was air-conditioned.
THE TOKUGAWA ART MUSEUM and surrounding public garden, THE TOKUGAWA PARK are situated in what was the main section of a mansion complex and grounds known as the Ozone yashiki.
The second lord of the Owari branch of the Tokugawa shogun family, Mitsutomo, had the mansion built and lived here in retirement from 1695. After Mitsutomo’s death in 1700, the location was used for the homes of three high-ranking Tokugawa retainers, the Naruse, Ishiko and Watanabe families. At the Meiji restoration (1868) the land reverted to the Tokugawa family.
In the museum, we found a helmet and armor from the Edo period, 1849. It was worn by the 14th lord of Owari, Tokugawa Yoshikatsu.
We saw a modern reproduction of a lord’s tea house in the simple sukiya-style. The design is based on records of the SARUMEN tea-house at the Owari Tokgawa’s Ninomaru residence at Nagoya Castle. The name Sarumen (“monkey’s face”) comes from the resemblance of the knots purposefully left exposed in the cedar pillar flanking the alcove.
We also enjoyed the formal chamber of a daimyo’s residence. The main rooms were used for official and ceremonial purposes. Here the lord issued orders or received guests at banquets.
matching girls on the metro to the Tokugawa Art Museum
helmet & armor from Edo period, Tokugawa Art Museum
Record on the repair and manufacture of matchlocks, Edo period, 18th-19th c.
Water Jar with cloud, rabbit and crane design. China, Ming Dynasty, 15th C.
Modern reproduction of a lord’s tea house
Tokugawa Art Museum
Formal chamber of a Daimyo’s Residence
Formal chamber of a Daimyo’s Residence
Replica of decorative alcoves and raised section for the lord to sit
Tokugawa Art Museum
Tokugawa Art Museum
We found costumes related to Noh Theatre. Noh is a sophisticated musical drama that relates a delightful or often tragic story. A masked protagonist performs in dance and song, with one or two others in unmasked subsidiary roles, accompanied by a chorus, drums and flute. Shorter comic plays called Kyogen are interspersed to enliven a full performance. Noh’s restrained conventions of movement and texts full of poetical allusions achieved much of their present form by the mid-15th century under the enthusiastic patronage of the Ashikaga shoguns.
The warrior elite patronized Noh in the 16th century when many warlords were accomplished amateur performers. Noh drama in the Edo period became the official entertainment of the shogun and daimyo, powerful Japanese feudal lords, who, from the 10th century to the early Meiji period in the middle 19th century, ruled most of Japan from their vast hereditary land holdings.
Noh performances were obligatory at ceremonies and festive occasions throughout the year and to celebrate special events. Most daimyo families had a stage and a collection of Noh (and Kyogen) costumes, masks, and simple props to use whenever professional actors were called in. The amateur tradition continued. Practice in singing the texts was part of the education of any lord, and many are recorded as being talented dancers.
After our tour of the museum, we stopped in the museum “coffee room” to have cool drinks and “chestnut crunching” snacks.
Noh Theatre costumes
Noh Theatre costumes
Noh Theatre costumes
Tokugawa Art Museum
Tokugawa Art Museum
Flowers and Grasses, Edo period, 19th c.
Case for Incense Implements, maki-e lacquer design, peony arabesque. Edo period, 19th c.
Tokugawa Art Museum
me having a snack and cool drink at the Tokugawa Art Museum
After leaving the nice cool air conditioned museum we walked around the beautiful water garden that is part of the museum, The Tokugawa Park. It would be lovely in spring with the cherry blossoms and irises.
Tokugawa Park
me at the Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Mike at Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
When we left the park we had to retrace our 15-minute walk from the Museum and Park back to the metro in the hot sun. It was sweltering and we were hungry so we were on the lookout for a cool place to eat. Luckily we found a little Italian restaurant where we enjoyed pasta. I had creamed risotto of smoked salmon and Mike a kind of spaghetti with corn.
Ōsu-Kanon Temple Market & wrapping up our visit to Nagoya
We passed by the Ōsu-Kanon Temple Market on the way back to our hotel and I took some photos of the colorful textiles and kimono for sale. The woman who had sold me the dress and two pants had already packed up and gone home for the day. She had probably made enough money from me to call it a day!
textiles at the Ōsu Kannon Temple Market
textiles at the Ōsu Kannon Temple Market
textiles at the Ōsu Kannon Temple Market
textiles at the Ōsu Kannon Temple Market
textiles at the Ōsu Kannon Temple Market
We dropped into Hioki Shrine near our hotel. Then we were happy to return to our room to rest for a bit and escape the heat… and have a beer!
Hioki Shrine
Hioki Shrine
Hioki Shrine
Hioki Shrine
Hioki Shrine
Mike in the hotel pajamas
us in our PJs, cooling off and enjoying a beer
Near Ōsu-Kannon, when walking back to our hotel, we’d seen the alluring plastic food display at Shinpachi Shokudö Ösukannon Ekimae. I had a craving for a fish meal, so after resting in our hotel during the hottest part of the afternoon, we went to the restaurant for a delicious fish dinner.
I enjoyed the Salt Char-grilled Thick-cut Coho Salmon Combo Meal and Mike had the Char-grilled Atka Mackerel Combo Meal (half).
Mike in Nagoya
Nagoya traffic
Shinpachi Shokudö Ösukannon Ekimae
plastic food display at Shinpachi Shokudö Ösukannon Ekimae
Mike in front of Shinpachi Shokudö Ösukannon Ekimae
Salt Char-grilled Thick-cut Coho Salmon Combo Meal with Standard Rice
Salt Char-grilled Thick-cut Coho Salmon Combo Meal with Standard Rice
Mike eating Char-grilled Atka Mackerel Combo Meal (half) with Standard Rice
Char-grilled Atka Mackerel Combo Meal (half) with Standard Rice
Shinpachi Shokudö Ösukannon Ekimae
Shinpachi Shokudö Ösukannon Ekimae
We wandered back to the hotel through the covered arcades and finished readying ourselves for our next move: taking the Shinkansen to Narita for our flight to Bali on Friday.
Ōsu Kannon shopping arcade
Ōsu Kannon shopping arcade
walking back to our hotel after dinner
Steps: 14,888; Miles 6.3. Weather Hi 97°, Lo 78°. Mostly sunny.
Thursday, September 19: We left Nagoya Thursday morning on the Nozomi 314 Shinkansen at 9:41. While waiting for the train to arrive it was fun to capture the girls making fashion statements.
Japanese fashion at Nagoya Station
Japanese fashion at Nagoya Station
our Shinkansen tickets from Nagoya to Tokyo
views of Japan out the window of the Shinkansen heading back to Tokyo
views of Japan out the window of the Shinkansen heading back to Tokyo
views of Japan out the window of the Shinkansen heading back to Tokyo
views of Japan out the window of the Shinkansen heading back to Tokyo
views of Japan out the window of the Shinkansen heading back to Tokyo
We headed to Tokyo and then onward to Narita, where we would spend the night and fly to Bali on Friday morning.
Monday, September 9, 2024: We arrived by Uber to Washington Dulles International Airport at 9:45 a.m. for our 14-hour direct 12:25 pm United Airlines flight to Tokyo Haneda Airport. I was all about comfort for a long flight such as this, so I wore my PJ-like airplane set.
I sat in the aisle seat (Mike and I always get aisle seats across from each other) with three seats to my right. As the plane nearly finished boarding, I realized no one would be sitting in those three seats. I couldn’t believe my luck because it meant I’d be able to stretch out and sleep over all four seats. The feisty older male flight attendant said the plane must have been carrying a lot of cargo because he had never seen that flight so empty.
I settled in for the flight and opened a pack of trail mix Mike had packed. He always takes care of our snacks on trips. I watched Mama Mia! before and during dinner for about the millionth time. Our dinner was a very blah pasta with tomato sauce and a salad.
We flew at an altitude of around 38,000 feet across the northern U.S., up near Alaska and then across the northern Pacific Ocean. At take off, time to destination was 13 hours 55 minutes. The distance to Tokyo was 6,781 miles (10,913km).
Mike on his way to the gate at Dulles
Our United Flight, waiting for us!
me with three empty seats
the wonderful 3 empty seats!!
Time to destination: 13h 55 min
eating boring pasta and watching Mama Mia!
the flight path across the northern U.S.
Steps: 3,986; miles 1.68. Weather in Virginia: Hi 76°F. Lo 65°F. Sunny.
Tuesday, September 10: At some point in time we moved into Tuesday. When I wasn’t sleeping, I watched The Idea of You with Anne Hathaway and Nicholas Galitzine; it was about a 40-year-old single mom who begins an unexpected romance with 24-year-old Hayes Campbell, the lead singer of August Moon, the hottest boy band on the planet.
For breakfast on the plane sometime Tuesday afternoon (Japanese time), we had scrambled eggs with corn and black beans and grapes with pineapple.
The flight path across the Pacific
Time remaining 2hr 5 min
breakfast in the afternoon
approaching Japan
Getting closer
Tokyo, Japan
As we approached Tokyo at about 3:25 on Tuesday afternoon, Mike captured photos of the largest metropolitan area on earth, with 41 million people as of 2024. (This includes the Greater Tokyo Area, which includes Tokyo and parts of six neighboring prefectures). Fourteen million residents lived within the city proper as of 2023. Delhi, India is 2nd with 28 million (2018).
Tokyo, Japan – the largest metropolitan area on earth
Tokyo is Japan’s economic center and seat of both the Japanese government and the Emperor of Japan, Naruhito, the hereditary monarch and head of state of Japan, who has served since May 1, 2019.
Before the 17th century, Tokyo, then known as Edo, was mainly a fishing village. It became politically prominent in 1603 when it became the seat of the Tokugawa shogunate. The historical novel, Shōgun, by James Clavell takes place during this time period. The character of Blackthorne in the novel is loosely based on the historical English navigator William Adams who rose to become a samurai under Tokugawa Ieyasu, a powerful feudal lord (daimyō) who later became the military ruler of Japan (shōgun) and the founder of the Tokugawa shogunate.
By the mid-18th century, Edo was among the world’s largest cities, with over a million residents.
Following the Meiji Restoration in 1868, the imperial capital in Kyoto was moved to Edo and the city was renamed Tokyo (“Eastern capital”). In 1923, Tokyo was damaged substantially by the Great Kantō earthquake, and the city was later badly damaged by Allied bombing raids during World War II.
Beginning in the late 1940s, Tokyo underwent rapid reconstruction and expansion where Japan’s economy was propelled to the second largest in the world at that time, behind the United States.
We took the Keikyū Airport Line to Shinagawa Station (18 minutes) and then The Ueno-Tokyo Line to Tokyo Station (8 minutes). From the Yaesu North Exit, we walked 8 minutes to our hotel: karaksa hotel TOKYO STATION. Tokyo Station is the busiest station in Tokyo in terms of scheduled trains, with over 4,000 trains arriving and departing daily. It is the fifth busiest in terms of passengers, with 500,000 people using it each day.
As many hotels do in Japan, they gave us pajamas to wear. Mike had me take a photo of him standing outside our tiny room 906. The pants were a bit short! 🙂
Welcome to Tokyo
me on the train to Tokyo Station
Mike in the too-short hotel PJs
karaksa hotel TOKYO STATION
We had dinner Tuesday night at a place at Tokyo Station. We had no idea what we were getting and to be honest, it wasn’t my favorite. We got oden, a type of nabemono (Japanese one-pot dishes) consisting of several ingredients such as boiled eggs, daikon or konjac, and processed fishcakes stewed in a light, soy flavored dashi broth (this broth forms the base for miso soup, clear broth soup, and noodle broth soup; it accentuates the savory flavor known as umami). We ordered white radish, potato, soft boiled egg, chopped green onion in fried fish cake and shrimp in minced fish ball and some kind of chicken salad. All were in broth except for the salad.
I love Japanese places where the waitress yells out things in a high-pitched sing-song voice and the chefs yell back and every one is yelling in a way that can only be described as “cute.” 😊
the “Oden” restaurant at Tokyo Station
the “Oden” restaurant at Tokyo Station
the “Oden” restaurant at Tokyo Station
me at the oden restaurant
Mike at the oden restaurant
chicken “salad”
white radish, potato, chopped green onion in fried fish cake and shrimp in minced fish ball – all in savory broth
After dinner we got cozy in our hotel and zonked out, exhausted by our long flight and the end of a roughly 24-hour travel day.
Steps: 5,891; Miles 2.49. Weather in Tokyo: 93°F, Lo 78°F. Sunny.
Wednesday, September 11: At breakfast this morning we met a Japanese-American couple who had lived much of their lives in Los Angeles. They were on a cruise and gearing up to explore Tokyo for the day. The breakfast was very good at the hotel, a good mix of Western and Japanese food but nothing too outrageous. This would not always be the case with our breakfasts.
We spent a lot of time on trains in Tokyo on our first day; the country has the most efficient and punctual transportation system in the world. From the beginning, Mike said he was impressed by my ability to figure out train schedules with the help of Google Maps, which works amazingly well: it spells out arrival times, platform numbers, where to board for the fastest transfers, and how many minutes you will be on the train with all stops listed.
I was happy to be returning to a country where I could use clean bidet toilets that were abundant and easily accessed throughout the country. It seems most other countries want to ignore the inconvenience of people having to use the bathroom, including the U.S.
Aoyama-Gakuin University- Sagamihara campus & meeting an old friend in Fuchinobe
One of Mike’s wishes was to see where I taught English for a semester in 2017 at Aoyama-Gakuin University- Sagamihara campus; it is near Fuchinobe Station on the JR Yokohama Line. He hadn’t been able to visit me while I was there. From Tokyo Station, near our hotel, the trip took us 1 hour and 25 minutes. After arriving in Fuchinobe, we walked from the station to the university. I showed Mike the bicycle garage where I often parked my bike when I went out to explore Tokyo on weekends. We walked past a few houses with cool gardens along the way.
We arrived at the university, where I introduced myself to the guard (using Google translate) and told him I taught there in 2017. He told us we could walk around the dining hall but couldn’t go into the main building where our offices had been. I gave Mike a tour of the cafeteria/dining hall, showing him the numbered plastic food representing the lunch choices, the machine where I paid for and got a ticket for my choice, and the windows from which the ladies served up the meals. I pretty much ate Udon noodles topped with vegetable tempura every day. I was lucky I was able to find the university again as it had been 7 years since I taught there and I didn’t usually approach it from the train station.
Mike ready to tackle the trains to Fuchinobe
Fuchinobe
bicycle parking garage near Fuchinobe Station
house seen on the way to the university
house seen on the way to the university
me at Aoyama-Gakuin University- Sagamihara campus
Aoyama-Gakuin University- Sagamihara campus
me at Aoyama-Gakuin University- Sagamihara campus
Aoyama-Gakuin University- Sagamihara campus
dining hall at the university: plastic food display
dining hall: where you push the button to get your ticket
This is where the ladies prepare the food in the dining hall. We presented our ticket to them to get our lunch.
Aoyama-Gakuin University- Sagamihara campus
Mike also wanted me to take him on my daily 30-minute walk each way from the university to my tiny Leopalace apartment, which he called a rabbit hutch. It was touch and go, but luckily I was able to remember the walk. Starting out was easy and familiar, and when I got close to the apartment I started to recognize my neighborhood, but in-between everything was very nondescript (and my memory is not so great these days!). I tried to loosen my mind and let my feet lead the way. I couldn’t believe I was able to find it! It was very hot, 93°F with 85% humidity, so I was drenched by the time we made our way back to the station. Mike was happy to have seen parts of the life I lived during that spring semester.
I showed Mike the outside of my Leopalace apartment and its vending machine. We visited the 7-11, a block away, where I often got dinner, drinks or sweets. We took pictures of one of my favorite foods, onigiri, or rice ball, a Japanese food made from white rice formed into triangular or oval shapes and often wrapped in nori (seaweed). Traditionally, an onigiri is filled with pickled umeboshi (salted Japanese plums), salted salmon, katsuobushi (simmered, smoked and fermented skipjack tuna), kombu (edible kelp), tarako (salted pollock roe), or any other salty or sour ingredient as a natural preservative. The one I ate most often was filled with tuna and mayonnaise. It tasted a bit like an old-fashioned tuna-rice casserole.
My Leopalace apartment building. My apartment was on the top far right.
vending maching outside my apartment
the steps in back leading to my apartment
The 7-11 near my apartment
Onigiri in the 7-11. I ate this often. 🙂
Back at Fuchinobe Station, we met my friend and colleague Graham (from Aoyama Gakuin) and his Japanese wife Ako at a Thai restaurant, Jaruan. Graham is now retired and lives permanently in Japan. It was such a wonderful treat to see him again and to meet lovely Ako. He had recently had a knee replacement and said he was feeling younger than ever.
Graham and I agree politically on almost everything, so we could commiserate about U.S. politics even though he’s British. He was hoping Kamala Harris would choose Tim Walz as her running mate, which she eventually did. He is knowledgeable about everything American; he had visited me in Virginia in March of 2019 and wanted me to take him to see Gettysburg as he’s a big Civil War buff. We ended up going to both Gettysburg and Antietam in one day (no small feat) and he knew more about Civil War battles than I did.
Ako gave us each t-shirts with funny sayings on them in Japanese. I’ll tell more about those later. She also gave me a package of facial masks, which I used every night until they were all gone. I, on the other hand, committed a Japanese faux pas by arriving empty-handed. Graham even insisted on treating us to lunch!
Graham, Ako, me and Mike
Graham and Ako
the Thai restaurant near Fuchinobe Station
Kichijōji and Harmonica Yokocho
After leaving Graham and Ako, we took the Chuo Line to Kichijōji and walked around the covered shopping arcades and the narrow alleys of Harmonica Yokocho. It was super hot, so of course we found a cute bar to dip into. Mike had a pour of whiskey and I had a refreshing Mango Sour. We chatted with the woman bartender whose daughter, Karen, just got married to a Brazilian man in Boston. She had recently spent time in Argentina with her Japanese boyfriend (he lives there) and raved about her time there. Her little bar was cool and cozy and we enjoyed talking with her while having a drink. How I love meeting people who are as full of wanderlust as I am.
Harmonica Yokocho
Harmonica Yokocho
plastic food in Harmonica Yokocho
plastic gyoza in Harmonica Yokocho
Harmonica Yokocho
a nice Japanese lady who spoke perfect English in a bar in Harmonica Yokocho
Mike & me in the Harmonica Yokocho bar
Tokyo
One of Mike’s jobs when we travel is to look for our dinner restaurants. Wednesday night, he found Yaesu Hashimoto, which we had some trouble finding. The specialty was unagi, or Japanese freshwater eel. We had an eel appetizer, which we were offered as if it were free, but then we were charged for it. Then we had eel in omelette (super yummy) and grilled eel on rice.
eggs with eel at Yaesu Hashimoto
grilled eel at Yaesu Hashimoto
Mike at Yaesu Hashimoto
me at Yaesu Hashimoto
We still were not acclimated to the time difference so we went right to our hotel and zonked out.
Steps: 15,800; Miles 6.69. Weather in Tokyo: 93°F, Lo 78°F. Sunny.
Thursday, September 12: This morning in the breakfast room of the hotel, we again met the Japanese-American couple from L.A., who were off for another day in Tokyo. We met another couple from New Jersey who were about our age. They had just flown into Japan the day before and had rented a car for an open-ended trip all around Japan. I said, “You drove into Tokyo??” I was shocked. The man’s wife said, “He can drive anywhere. It doesn’t matter if it’s the right or left side of the road, if it’s a big city or a rural area, it doesn’t matter. He just gets in the car and drives!” I was surprised that someone would actually drive into the center of Tokyo. When we asked about their plans, they said they only planned a few days at a time. If they liked a place, they stayed longer, if not, they moved on quickly.
I thought: We need to be more like them!! We especially felt this way after this particular trip when we were stuck in certain places for way too long, or where we didn’t have enough time in other places.
Sensō-ji
I had only one day to show Mike some of my favorite places in Tokyo. We started with Sensō-ji, Tokyo’s oldest-established Buddhist temple, and one of its most significant. It is dedicated to Kannon, the bodhisattva of compassion. Structures in the temple complex include the main hall, a five-story pagoda and large gates. It is the most widely visited religious site in the world with over 30 million visitors annually.
Legend has it that in the year 628, two brothers fished a statue of Kannon, the goddess of mercy, out of the Sumida River. Each time, they put the statue back into the river, but it kept returning to them. Thus, Sensō-ji was built nearby for the goddess of Kannon. It was completed in 645, making it Tokyo’s oldest temple.
We entered through the Kaminarimon (Thunder Gate), the outer gate. We walked down the 200-meter shopping street called Nakamise, a street with a history of several centuries. This street leads to the second gate, the Hozomon Gate. In front of us, we found the temple’s main hall. The Asakusa Shrine (of the Shinto religion), built in 1649 by Tokugawa Ietmitsu, stands immediately adjacent to the temple’s main building.
The temple was destroyed during a March 10, 1945 firebombing air raid on Tokyo during WWII. The main hall was built in the 1950s.
We each shook a long cylindrical container with a small hole in it, and out came a stick with a number. We found the drawer with that number and found our fortune inside. Ours were both positive, but if they had been negative, we would have tied them to a stand and left them behind.
Before leaving, we checked in with the Nisonbutsu (“A Pair of Buddha”). The figure on the right is said to bring mercy to worhsipers, the one on the left, wisdom.
It’s an impressive and lively temple complex. Though it was hard to be highly motivated in 93 degree muggy weather, we survived and enjoyed the temple.
Sensō-ji Kaminarimon Gate
Mike and me at Sensō-ji
Sensō-ji
Sensō-ji Hozomon Gate
pagoda at Sensō-ji
Buddha’s sandals at Sensō-ji
Sensō-ji
my fortune at Sensō-ji
my fortune at Sensō-ji, up close
incense burner at Sensō-ji
Sensō-ji
Sensō-ji
Sensō-ji
Asakusa Shrine
Sensō-ji
Mike prepares to wash at Sensō-ji
Sensō-ji
Asakusa Shrine
Sensō-ji
Mike’s fortune at Sensō-ji
Sensō-ji
Sensō-ji
Sensō-ji Nisonbutsu
Ueno Park
After leaving Senso-ji, we went to Ueno Park where I saw the cherry blossoms 7 1/2 years ago. Today it was hot and humid and no cherry blossoms were in evidence but we stopped into three places, firstly the Ueno Daibutsu (Remains of the Ueno Daibutsu).
Map of Ueno Park in Tokyo
Ueno Daibutsu was an Edo-period giant seated statue of Buddha (Shaka Nyorai) in what is now Ueno Park. Of bronze and dating to 1631, it was restored after earthquake damage in 1640, a fire in 1841, and again after the 1855 Edo earthquake. Its head was toppled during the 1923 Great Kantō earthquake, and much of its bulk was melted down for reuse during the Pacific War. In 1972 the face, stored in Kan’ei-ji, was put on display in its former location.
I love the ema hanging in temples. Ema are small wooden plaques, common to Japan, in which Shinto and Buddhist worshipers write prayers or wishes. Ema are left hanging up at the shrine, where the kami (spirits or gods) are believed to receive them. They often carry images or are shaped like animals, or symbols from the zodiac, Shinto, or the particular shrine or temple.
Ueno Daibutsu
Ueno Daibutsu
ema at Ueno Daibutsu
ema at Ueno Daibutsu
Ueno Daibutsu
ema at Ueno Daibutsu
Our next stop in Ueno Park was Hanazono Inari Shrine. This shrine is dedicated to Inari, the god of fertility, rice, agriculture, and foxes. Inari shrines are easily recognizable by their vibrant vermilion torii gates.
Mike entering Hanazono Inari Shrine
me at the torii gates of Hanazono Inari Shrine
torii gates of Hanazono Inari Shrine
Hanazono Inari Shrine
Hanazono Inari Shrine
Hanazono Inari Shrine
ema at Hanazono Inari Shrine
two young ladies in kimono at Hanazono Inari Shrine
Hanazono Inari Shrine
Our last stop in Ueno Park was Kiyomizu Kannondo Temple, built in 1631. It is one of the remnants of the Kan’ei-ji temple. Its design, including a wooden balcony extending from the hillside, was inspired by Kiyomizudera in Kyoto. The temple is home to an image of Kosodate Kannon, the goddess of conception, and is particularly popular among women hoping to have children.
The temple has a platform overlooking a circle made from pine tree. This circle is called the pine tree of the moon (tsuki no matsu in Japanese). This shape became famous with local people and was picked up by Ukiyo-e artist Hiroshige in his One Hundred Famous Views of Edo (1856–59), giving this shape historical significance. The original pine tree was unfortunately destroyed in a storm during the Edo period (1603-1868); the current tree dates from 2011.
pine tree at Kiyomizu Kannondo Temple
Kiyomizu Kannondo Temple
ema at Kiyomizu Kannondo Temple
ema at Kiyomizu Kannondo Temple
ema at Kiyomizu Kannondo Temple
ema at Kiyomizu Kannondo Temple
bad fortunes at Kiyomizu Kannondo Temple
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
It was super hot by the time we left Ueno Park so we strolled briefly down the Ameyayokocho Shopping Street. Soon we found a restaurant where we could cool off and have some lunch: Shrimp tempura for me and a chicken rice set meal for Mike. After this we were exhausted because of the heat, our lunchtime beers, and our discombobulation due to our flip-flopped time zone. We returned to our hotel to relax for the hottest part of the afternoon before going out to explore at around 5:00 pm.
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
the ever ubiquitous vending machines on Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
strange socks onn Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
fish at Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
having lunch at Ameyayokocho Shopping Street
tempura and rice for lunch
Monzennakacho
After our rest in the hotel, we took a short train to the Monzennakacho neighborhood, a place I’d never been during all my Tokyo explorations in 2017. I really loved this quiet old-school neighborhood. We stopped in first at Fukagawa Fudoson Temple. It belongs to the Shingon Buddhism esoteric school, founded in Japan in the 9th century by monk Kukai (Kobo Daishi). It is also affiliated with Narita-san Shinsho-ji, a temple located near Narita International Airport in the east of Tokyo.
Built in 1703, the temple was damaged by the Great Kantō Earthquake in 1923, then by 1945’s aerial bombings. It was thereafter reconstructed in a mish-mash of ancient and modern styles.
Fukagawa Fudoson Temple
ema at Fukagawa Fudoson Temple
Fukagawa Fudoson Temple
Fukagawa Fudoson Temple
Fukagawa Fudoson Temple
Finally, in the blue light, we visited Tomioka Hachiman Shrine, the largest Hachiman shrine in Tokyo, built in 1627. The shrine began with the worship of the god Hachiman, the god of martial arts and war. It is also intimately connected to the history of sumo in Japan.
The shrine’s big festival, the Fukagawa Hachiman Matsuri, takes place in mid-August. We saw one of the two massive festival floats that are used in that festival.
Tomioka Hachiman Shrine
Tomioka Hachiman Shrine
Tomioka Hachiman Shrine
Tomioka Hachiman Shrine
ema at Tomioka Hachiman Shrine
ema at Tomioka Hachiman Shrine
ema at Tomioka Hachiman Shrine
festival float at Tomioka Hachiman Shrine
famous character at Tomioka Hachiman Shrine
We strolled around the adorable neighborhood of Monzennakacho and tried to figure out where to eat. Of course everything on menus was in Japanese and using our translator we found things like “a drooling chicken with a blue-tartan sauce,” “CHEESE-IN-MIL-FUYU HAM CUTTLE” and other mysterious foods. Finally we happened upon a pizza place and that saved us. We had some Prosecco and a tomato mozzarella & basil salad and a Romano pizza. Then we returned to our hotel and prepared ourselves for our Friday morning Shinkansen 🚄 to Nagoya, where we would get a rental car to drive to Takayama in the Japan Alps.
Monzennakacho
Monzennakacho
Monzennakacho
Monzennakacho
Monzennakacho
Monzennakacho
Monzennakacho
Monzennakacho
Steps: 14,530; Miles 6.15. Weather Tokyo: Weather in Tokyo: 93°F, Lo 78°F. Mostly sunny.
Here’s a short video showing some scenes from Japan.
Tokyo to Nagoya
Friday, September 13: Friday morning, we left our hotel by 8:30 to go to Tokyo Station, where it was swarming with Japanese commuters. From there we got on the 9:30 am Shinkansen (Nozomi 21) to Nagoya.
leaving our hotel in Tokyo
walking to Tokyo Staion
Tokyo Station
Tokyo Station
Tokyo Station
Tokyo Station
Mike wating for the Shinkansen at Tokyo Station
me waiting for the Shinkansen at Tokyo Station
me on the Shinkansen to Nagoya
We arrived at Nagoya Station at 11:10 and went in search of the express bus to the airport to pick up our rental car.
October 31, 2024: Welcome to our October cocktail hour. I’m so happy you’ve dropped by during my favorite month of the year: for the crispy cool weather, for all the autumn stuff (like pumpkins, pumpkin spice latte, apple desserts and cider, to name a few of my favorite things), for visiting wineries and for walking outdoors under crimson & gold tree canopies. Today of course is Halloween, and though I’m not really into it, I do enjoy seeing the decorations in people’s yards. I suffered through an extremely long summer in Japan and Bali, but once I got home from Japan on the 18th, I fell right into my favorite season, and my 69th birthday soon followed.
At this point, I’m so over Japanese drinks, although I did fall in love with plum wine and soda, which I’ll be happy to offer. I also have Prosecco, a variety of beers, soda or seltzer water.
To celebrate my last visit EVER to Japan, I wish you “Kanpai (乾杯!)” which means “dry the glass” or “bottoms up.”
How are things going as we are fully in the midst of fall? Have you read any good books, seen any good movies, binge-watched any television series? Have you planned any adventures or had any fall getaways? Have you dreamed any dreams? Gone to any exotic restaurants, cooked any new dishes? Have you been surprised by anything in life? Have you enjoyed the simple things in life? Have you learned anything new, taken any classes or just kept up with the news? Have you sung along with any new songs? Have you undertaken any new exercise routines? Have you marched or otherwise participated in political protests? Have you been battered, or alternately, uplifted by any news?
The first day of October, Mike and I dove fully into |*Kyoto*|, starting with Kinkaku-ji, the Zen Buddhist temple known as the Temple of the Golden Pavilion. It was hot, as it was every day, so I bought a fan which I carried everywhere with me. We then walked about a half hour to Kyoto’s famous rock garden, Ryōan-ji, or Temple of the Peaceful Dragon. I dragged Mike on the cutest train imaginable, the purple Randen Historic Tram, which tickles me pink (or purple!). In Arashiyama, we ate lunch, found kimono-clad girls on the Togetsukyo Bridge, and waded through crowds in the famous bamboo forest. We wandered through Tenryu-ji, founded in 1339. We topped off our exhausting day with okonomiyaki (Japanese pancake) and plum wine with soda, then finally enjoyed our free welcome drink at our hotel, Sakura Terrace The Gallery.
Mike and I at Kinkaku-ji
Kinkaku-ji 2024
ema at Kinkaku-ji
Ryōan-ji 2024
me at Ryōan-ji
Ryōan-ji
Ryōan-ji
Mike at Ryōan-ji
Randen Historic Tram
me on the Randen Historic Tram
Japanese girls on the Togetsukyo Bridge
Arashiyama
little things for sale in Arashiyama
Arashiyama Bamboo Grove
me at the Arashiyama Bamboo Grove
shrine at Arashiyama Bamboo Grove
shrine at Arashiyama Bamboo Grove
shrine at Arashiyama Bamboo Grove
Mike at Arashiyama Bamboo Grove
Arashiyama Bamboo Grove
Arashiyama Bamboo Grove 2024
Tenryu-ji
Tenryu-ji
Tenryu-ji
Tenryu-ji
Tenryu-ji
me on the train
okonomiyaki restaurant in Kyoto
Mike at okonomiyaki restaurant
me with okonomiyaki
Our second day in Kyoto we walked uphill through the infinite torii gates of Fushimi Inari Shrine. Again, there were hordes of people, and it was sweltering, especially as it was all uphill. After that exhausting ordeal, we tried unsuccessfully to go to Ohara, which my friend Graham had highly recommended, but we couldn’t fit on the two buses going there. We then went to Nishiki Market AFTER eating lunch at a German-type restaurant, a big mistake, as one is supposed to sample the great variety of food at the market. We were so exhausted, we got convenience store food and ate dinner in our room, finally going down to the lobby to enjoy another free welcome drink (for me, always a gin and tonic).
Fushimi Inari Shrine
Fushimi Inari Shrine
Fushimi Inari Shrine
Mike at Fushimi Inari Shrine
map of Fushimi Inari Shrine
Fushimi Inari Shrine
Fushimi Inari Shrine
Buddha sandals at Fushimi Inari Shrine
Fushimi Inari Shrine
ema at Fushimi Inari Shrine
me at Fushimi Inari Shrine
cats at Fushimi Inari Shrine
origami and ema at Fushimi Inari Shrine
waygu beef at Nishiki Market
Nishiki Market 2024
Nishiki Market
Mike at Nishiki Market
sake at Nishiki Market
It rained our third day in Kyoto, but of course we still went out and walked along the Philosopher’s Path at the foot of the Eastern Mountains. We wandered around the beautiful Ginkakuji, the Silver Pavilion (it doesn’t actually have a silver pavilion) and its moss and rock gardens. After all that, we were looking forward to the covered arcade of Nishiki Market, and this time we sampled waygu beef, eel, shrimp tempura and sake. We ate our last Kyoto dinner at the cozy okonomiyaki restaurant.
The Philosopher’s Path
Ginkakuji 2024
Ginkakuji
Ginkakuji
Ginkakuji
Ginkakuji
Ginkakuji
shopkeepers along the Philosopher’s Path got a hoot out of Mike’s shirt
The Philosopher’s Path
The Philosopher’s Path
Mike eating waygu beef at Nishiki Market
shrimp at Nishiki Market
eel at Nishiki Market
gyoza and sake at Nishiki Market
me at the okonomiyaki restaurant
Mike at the okonomiyaki restaurant
sake place at Nishiki Market
Our next destination was Tokushima on the island of |*Shikoku*|. I had been determined to walk the first 10 temples of the 88-temple pilgrimage, spread out over 2 days. It turned out we were too exhausted and we ended up finishing only 7 of the 10. I’m certainly glad I didn’t attempt the full 88-temple circuit. I wouldn’t have made it, for sure. It didn’t help that we both got sick with head colds and all-over aches and pains.
Temple 1: Ryōzenji 2024
Temple 1: Ryōzenji
Temple 2: Gokurakuji
Mike after ringing the bell at Temple 2: Gokurakuji
Temple 2: Gokurakuji
Temple 2: Gokurakuji
Mike with large cedar tree at Temple 2: Gokurakuji
Temple 3: Konsenji
Mike at Temple 3: Konsenji
Me on the way to Temple 4 (which we skipped) and on to Temple 5
wishes left at Temple 5
Temple 5: Jizoji
Getting my stamp & calligrapy in my pilgrim book at Temple 5
stamp from Temple 5: Jizoji
Mike washing at Temple 10: Kirihataji (Day 2)
me after ringing the bell at Temple 10: Kirihataji
Temple 10: Kirihataji
Temple 10: Kirihataji
Temple 10: Kirihataji
on the 4km walk to Temple 9
on the 4km walk to Temple 9
Temple 9: Horinji
stamp for Temple 9: Horinji
Japanese house on the 2.5 km walk from Temple 9 to Temple 8
Temple 8: Kumadaniji
pizza reward after our second day of walking
While we were in Shikoku, on October 5, our granddaughter Allie had her first birthday and Alex and Jandira took her to the Atlanta Aquarium for a memorable birthday.
Jandira, Alex and Allie at the Atlanta Aquarium for Allie’s first birthday
Allie, Jandira, & Alex at the Atlanta Aquarium for Allie’s first birthday
Allie, Jandira, & Alex at the Atlanta Aquarium for Allie’s first birthday
We headed to |*Okayama*|, right across the Seto Inland Sea on the only train bridge that connects Shikoku to Honshu. From there we had a number of day trips planned, but we were feeling pretty wiped out from traveling in general and from Shikoku in particular, and we didn’t find the areas very exciting. Our first day trip was to |*Bitchu-Takahashi*|, where we visited the interesting Takahashi Folk Museum, the Raikyuji Temple (once the residence of a local feudal lord), the large Haibara Samurai Residence from the Edo period, and the Orii Samurai Residence with its rather eerie lifesize dolls. Actually, this was my favorite of the places we visited mainly because there were hardly any people here.
On the way to Bitchu-Takahashi
Takahashi Folk Museum
festival floats in the Takahashi Folk Museum
Raikyuji Temple
Raikyuji Temple
Raikyuji Temple 2024
Raikyuji Temple
Mike at the Haibara Samurai Residence
Orii Samurai Residence
Orii Samurai Residence
On the way back from Bitchu-Takahashi to Okayama
Our next day trip was to |*Kurashiki Bikan Historical District*|, where we took a rickshaw, wandered around the weeping willow-lined canals, and climbed to A Chi Shrine. We spent the afternoon in the public onsen in our hotel and ate Indian food at the nearby shopping mall.
Cat shop in Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
canals in Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
canals in Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
me with Mike in a rickshaw in Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
me with our rickshaw driver
Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
me in Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
me in Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
view from shrine over Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
Ohara’s wife’s house
Kurashiki Bikan Historical Quarter
The last day, we took a train and ferry to |*Naoshima*|, an island in the Seto Inland Sea known for its many contemporary art installations and museums. We were frankly a bit bored by the whole thing; the best part was riding rented e-bikes all around the island (except where prohibited by the museums).
I wished I had taken Mike to Hiroshima and Miyajima (a little further south of Okayama), even though I’d been to both of these places in 2017. I was trying to see new things in Japan on this trip, but I had discovered many great places when I was there before and wished in retrospect I’d just taken him to the places I loved.
me at Naoshima 2024
Naoshima
Naoshima
Mike at Naoshima
Naoshima
Mike & I at Naoshima with the Inland Sea reflected
Naoshima
Naoshima
Naoshima
Benesse House Museum
Benesse House Museum
Benesse House Museum
me on my ebike on Naoshima
Mike on his ebike on Naoshima
Mike at Juicy in Okayama
Our final destination was |*Kyūshū Island*|. We took the Shinkansen from Okayama to Kokura and rented a car, a Toyota Yaris, to explore the island. Again I was amazed at Mike’s ability to drive on the left. Luckily the island is not that crowded, so the traffic was generally not too bad (except in Yufuin). From Kokura, we drove to |*Beppu*|, where we visited the Seven “Hells,” (jigoku), hot springs presented in a touristy way that are for viewing only.
overlook view of Beppu
me at one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
Mike at one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
me at one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
Mike at one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
one of Beppu’s seven “Hells”
After leaving Beppu, where we stayed for only one night, we drove to |*Yufuin*|, an onsen town in the mountains. It was a cute-looking town but was overrun by tourists for some three-day weekend holiday. The “shopping street” had nothing worth shopping for. We had paid for half-board at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho, which meant we were subjected to two dinners and two breakfasts, all of which were comprised of very weird and unpalatable stuff. Though artistically presented to us in our tatami room at our low table, the Kaiseki (a traditional multi-course Japansese dinner) was a marathon to be endured. The worst thing was that the whole ryokan experience cost us an arm and leg, and since we stayed two nights, we had to eat this way for 4 meals (breakfast and dinner). The famous Kinrin Lake in the town was more like a pond without much of interest. The best thing we found in Yufuin were the grasslands, Tsukahara Highlands, outside of the town.
Yufuin
looking down over Yufuin
Yufuin
the only worthwhile shop in Yufuin
Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
me at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
sashimi at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
me at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
dinner at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
Mike at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
dinner at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
breakfast at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
me at Kinrin Lake
Kinrin Lake
Kinrin Lake
Yufuin
Tsukahara Highlands
Tsukahara Highlands near Yufuin 2024
Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
the outdoor part of the onsen at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
sashimi night 2
dinner at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
2nd dinner at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
Sea bream head at Yufuin Onsen Wafu Ryokan Tsuenosho
The highlight of Kyushu was the |*Mount Aso *|area. After leaving Yufuin, we stopped at the beautiful Park Oike, an off-the-beaten-path moss-covered forest and freshwater spring from which people could drink. This was the only cold day we had on our trip. Finally, I got a taste of fall. We also walked on some grasslands at the Mount Aso Visitor Center. The whole area reminded me of Ecuador’s Andes (except that Ecuador didn’t have crowds of people), which I loved. We enjoyed the nicest of the four ryokans we stayed in during our travels in Japan, and thankfully NO food was involved. We visited the crowded and touristy Takachiho Gorge in the rain and then visited a bizarre shrine only 3 minutes from our ryokan, the Hogihogi Shrine, known for bestowing luck on those who bought lottery tickets. It had a weird fun house on the grounds, with strange stuffed animals stuffed into corners.
Park Oike
Mike drinks from Oike Spring
me at Park Oike
Park Oike
Park Oike
Park Oike
Park Oike 2024
Park Oike
Mike at Park Oike
Mount Aso
Mount Aso
me at Mount Aso
Mike at Mount Aso
Mount Aso
caldera at Mount Aso
view of the valley from Mount Aso
Ryokan Konomama in Minamiaso
onsen in our ryokan
view of Mount Aso from our ryokan
view of Mount Aso from our ryokan
Minamiaso Tourist Information
me at Minamiaso Tourist Information
Mike at Minamiaso Tourist Information
Minamiaso Tourist Information
Takachiho Gorge
Takachiho Gorge
Takachiho Gorge
Takachiho Gorge
Takachiho Gorge 2024
Takachiho Gorge
drive back from Takachiho Gorge
view over the Mount Aso valley 2024
Hogihogi Shrine
Hogihogi Shrine
Hogihogi Shrine
Hogihogi Shrine
Hogihogi Shrine
Finally, we started making our way slowly back toward Tokyo so we could fly home. We drove to see the Usuki Stone Buddhas, another out-of-the-way place south of Oita which was worthwhile. The Mitsujoin Rice Terraces, near the Oita Airport, were nothing to write home about. We stayed in Hiji, the closest town to the Oita Airport, and flew back to Haneda on Thursday morning, October 17.
me at Usuki Stone Buddhas
Usuki Stone Buddhas
Usuki Stone Buddhas
Usuki Stone Buddhas
Usuki Stone Buddhas
Usuki Stone Buddhas
Mike at Usuki Stone Buddhas
Usuki Stone Buddhas
Mike at Usuki Stone Buddhas
Mike eating a white bread sandwich from a convenience store
Mitsujoin Rice Terraces
Mitsujoin Rice Terraces
flying from Oita to Tokyo Haneda
We took the train from Haneda to |*Yokohoma*|, a city south of Tokyo that I visited several times when I lived and worked in Japan, and I took Mike to the beautiful Sankeien Garden which exhibits a number of historical buildings from across Japan. I wish we had spent more time around Yokohama because I would have taken him to Kamakura and Enoshima, south of the city.
Ramen in Yokohama
me at the ramen place
Sankeien Garden in Yokohama
Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden Yokohama 2024
Sankeien Garden
Mike at Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden
me at Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden
Sankeien Garden
We flew home from Tokyo Haneda on Friday the 18th at 3:45 p.m. and arrived home before we left Japan, at 3:20 p.m. that same Friday. We were utterly exhausted and we still haven’t quite recovered from a way-too-long trip. I can’t tell you how sick I was of eating Japanese food and living out of a suitcase.
Our United Airlines plane at Haneda Airport
After 12.5 hours, almost back home to Dulles Airport in Virginia
Of course we’re fully into election season here in the U.S., most of which I tried to ignore while traveling. My attempts to avoid all the rancor were not very successful, as I couldn’t stop myself from looking at social media and getting infuriated over all the idiotic, fascist and greedy Trump supporters in this country. Of course, my November cocktail hour will have the final verdict, I hope, and of course I’m wishing for a Harris/Walz victory. If Trump wins, I will be ashamed to call myself an American, and I hope I can keep away from this country for much of the time he is in power.
As soon as Monday the 21st rolled around, I went to cast my vote early for a 100% Democratic ticket, especially Harris/Walz. There the Democrats asked me if I wanted a Harris/Walz sign, which I gladly accepted and put in my yard, right on the corner, where everyone can see it! If anyone dares to touch it, I can easily get 5 more and I’ll put them ALL up!
On a walk around Herndon, Virginia, I found a lot of Harris/Walz signs, Halloween decorations and fall colors.
I voted!
Harris/Walz
Mind your own damn business!
Harris/Walz signs
More Halloween decorations
old train station in Herndon
Herndon Town Hall
W&OD train in Herndon
Halloween decorations in Hernodon
Herndon mural
Halloween
Herndon mural
Herndon mural
Halloween decorations
scarecrow in our yard, who Mike calls “Catcrow”
fall colors
My 69th birthday rolled around on Friday the 25th. I almost always get a beautiful day for my birthday, and this was no exception. Mike took half the day off and we stopped at Puccio’s in Leesburg for sandwiches and took them to Three Creeks Winery in Hamilton, VA. The winery sits in a beautiful spot where three creeks converge, and Mike drank a Cab Franc while I had a Viognier to accompany our sandwiches. It was a perfect birthday although Mike keeps reminding me I’m beginning my 70th year. So what!? That birthday is still a year away, and by the time I turn 70, he’ll be 71 going on 72! 🙂
Mike at Three Creeks Winery
me at Three Creeks Winery
Three Creeks Winery
Three Creeks Winery
me at Three Creeks Winery
P-J and Mike at Three Creeks Winery
Mike at Three Creeks Winery
Three Creeks Winery
me at Three Creeks Winery with my Ford Bronco Sport
We extended my birthday celebration by going out to eat Thai food at Vienna Thai and Bar, where I enjoyed white wine and a green curry with shrimp.
me at Vienna Thai and Bar
Green curry at Vienna Thai and Bar
Mike at Vienna Thai and Bar
Over the month, the kids sent us some family pictures, which helped us feel connected to the family while traveling.
Allie starts trying on costumes for Halloween
Allie eating in her high chair
Allie is now walking
Allie shows off her new winter coat
Allie at the park
Little Mike in Nicaragua
Cristy and little MIke
Little Mike with Cristy’s hair over his head
Maria and Mike
Maria and her cooking
During the time we were in Japan and once I returned home, I read three books, bringing my total to 42/52 (and putting me behind on my annual goal). I loved all of them: Norwegian Wood by HarukiMurakami, Kokoro by Natsume Sōseki, and Beauty and Sadness by Yasunari Kawabata. We didn’t watch much TV while traveling, but in the few places we had Netflix, we watched the Turkish series Zeytin Agaci, aka Another Self and the Greek series Maestro in Blue, and finishedOn the Verge (just okay). Once we got home, we finished Atlantic Crossing and the most current season of Emily in Paris; we continued watching Grantchester, Pachinko, Trying, Shrinking, Lincoln Lawyer, Another Self, Maestro in Blue, The Bear, and Modern Family.
I hope you’ll share how the year is panning out for you, and what plans you have for the last two months of the year.
September 30, 2024: Welcome to our very belated September cocktail hour. I’m so happy you’ve dropped by. Although the weather in Virginia finally became the perfect fall weather, we weren’t here to enjoy it, and in fact, our summer stretched out to the end of the month in Japan and Bali.
I can offer you some hot sake and a Sapporo. Or even some cold sake. We can offer a Michelob Ultra or Hop Slam. I’ve now developed a liking for plum wine and soda water – yum. Soda or seltzer water is also available.
From Japan, and then returning to Japan from Bali on the final day of the month, I wish you “Kanpai (乾杯!)” which means “dry the glass” or “bottoms up.”
How are things going as we are fully in the midst of fall? Have you read any good books, seen any good movies, binge-watched any television series? Have you planned any adventures or had any fall getaways? Have you dreamed any dreams? Gone to any exotic restaurants, cooked any new dishes? Have you been surprised by anything in life? Have you enjoyed the simple things in life? Have you learned anything new, taken any classes or just kept up with the news? Have you sung along with any new songs? Have you undertaken any new exercise routines? Have you marched or otherwise participated in political protests? Have you been battered, or alternately, uplifted by any news?
We spent the first week in September wrapping up our preparations for our trip to Japan and Bali, Indonesia. We went to our final summer concert: Julieta Venegas – Mexican singer, songwriter, instrumentalist, and producer who specializes in pop-rock-indie music in Spanish – at Wolf Trap Center for the Performing Arts.
me with Mike at Wolf Trap to see Julieta Venegas
Julieta Venegas tickets
Julieta Venegas concert
We took off for |*Japan*| on September 9, arriving in |*Tokyo*| on the 10th on a mostly empty plane where we were able to stretch out and sleep. Once in Tokyo, I took Mike to visit the Sagamihara campus of Aoyama-Gakuin University and to show him my daily walk from the university to my Leopalace apartment, where I lived for one semester in spring/summer of 2017. We met my friend and colleague Graham and his Japanese wife Ako at a Thai restaurant near Fuchinobe Station. After parting ways with them, Mike and I walked around the covered shopping arcades of Harmonica Yokocho in Kichijōji. I took Mike to see Tokyo’s oldest established Buddhist Temple, Sensō-ji, and Ueno Park. We strolled down Ameyayokocho Shopping Street on a relentlessly hot afternoon. We also visited the adorable neighborhood of Monzennakacho, a place I’d never visited during my previous time in Tokyo.
me on a mostly empty United Airlines flight to Tokyo
me at Aoyama-Gakuin University – Sagamihara campus
Graham, Ako, me and Mike at a Thai restaurant near Fuchinobe Station
Sensō-ji in Tokyo 2024
Ueno Daibutsu in Ueno Park, Tokyo
Kiyomizu Kannondo Temple in Ueno Park, Tokyo
Tomioka Hachiman Shrine in Monzennakacho, Tokyo
restaurant in Monzennakacho, Tokyo
On the 13th, we took the Shinkansen to Nagoya, where we rented a car and drove through over 30 tunnels to |*Takayama in the Japan Alps.*| We visited the village of Ogimachi in Shirakawa-go and the more remote town of Ainokura, best known for farmhouses in the gasshō-zukuri style. Back for the evening in Takayama, we met Atsu, a Japanese man who spoke excellent English, at his tiny sake bar in Takayama and enjoyed drinks there. The next day, we drove north to Hida Furukawago and walked in constant rain around the canal-lined town and saw the excellent museum with its elaborate festival floats. Later that afternoon, we explored Takayama’s old town in the rain. When we left Takayama, we stopped at two towns along the Nakasendo Trail, Tsumago-juku and Magome-juku, on the way to Nagoya, where we returned our rental car. I got a bad cold from trudging around those towns in excruciating heat and humidity.
taking the Shinkansen to Nagoya
me at Ichinomatsu Japanese Modern Hotel in Takayama
Mike at Ichinomatsu Japanese Modern Hotel in Takayama
Gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi in Shirakawa-go 2024
Gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi in Shirakawa-go
Gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi in Shirakawa-go 2024
Atsu at Sakedokoro Tamotsu in Takayama
Sakedokoro Tamotsu in Takayama
Festival Exhibition Hall in Hida Furukawago
Hida Furukawago
canals in Hida Furukawago
Konkoji Temple in Hida Furukawago
Atsu at Sakedokoro Tamotsu in Takayama
famous ramen shop, Menya Shirakawa Bettei in Takayama
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Magome-juku
Magome-juku
On the 16th, we returned to |*Nagoya*|, where we visited Nagoya Castle and and the famous flea market held on the grounds of Ōsu-Kannon Temple in 97°F heat; there I bought a dress and two pairs of pants. We also visited the Tokugawa Art Museum and its water garden in Nagoya. We enjoyed a delicious grilled fish dinner near Ōsu-Kannon Temple.
Ōsu-Kannon Temple in Nagoya 2024
Nagoya Castle 2024
Nagoya Castle
Nagoya Castle 2024
Nagoya Castle
me at Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Ōsu-Kannon Temple Market
Tokugawa Art Museum in Nagoya
Tokugawa Art Museum in Nagoya 2024
Tokugawa Park
Tokugawa Park
Hioki Shrine near our hotel in Nagoya
Part 1 of our Japan trip on Polarsteps
fish meal at Shinpachi Shokudö Ösukannon Ekimae
dinner at Shinpachi Shokudö Ösukannon Ekimae in Nagoya
Thursday morning, September 19, we took the Shinkansen from Nagoya to |*Narita*|, where we spent the night in Wakamatsu Honten Ryokan and visited Naritasan Shinshoji Temple.
Taking the Shinkansen from Nagoya to Tokyo and on to Narita
views out the window of the Shinkansen
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple in Narita 2024
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple in Narita 2024
goodies in Narita
me at Wakamatsu Honten in Narita
Mike at Wakamatsu Honten in Narita
On September 20, we flew to |*Bali, Indonesia*| on Garuda Indonesia, a lovely airline. We stayed our first three nights in |*Jimbaran, Bali*|, where we explored the Bukit Peninsula, especially Nusa Dua and Museum Pasifika. We went with a driver through insane traffic to Pura Luhur Uluwatu to see the Uluwatu Kecak Dance, which was overcrowded and extremely disorganized. Finally, we went in search of batik at Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali, hung out at the Jimbaran Beach and, later, relaxed at the Movenpick pool.
Flying to Bali on Garuda Indonesia
views of Mount Fuji as we leave Japan
our flight path to Bali
flying above the clouds on the way to Bali
Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
Mike and me at Movenpick Resort & Spa Jimbaran Bali
offerings for the gods
Museum Pasifika at Nusa Dua
Museum Pasifika at Nusa Dua
Museum Pasifika at Nusa Dua
Museum Pasifika at Nusa Dua
Museum Pasifika at Nusa Dua
Museum Pasifika at Nusa Dua
shrine along beach promenade at Nusa Dua
hotel at Nusa Dua
hotel at Nusa Dua
me at Uluwatu on the Bukit Peninsula
view from Uluwatu
monkeys at Uluwatu
me with Mike at Uluwatu
sunset at Uluwatu
Uluwatu Kecak Dance
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
Krisna Oleh Oleh Bali
me on the Movenpick grounds
Jimbaran Beach
Jimbaran Beach
Jimbaran Beach
the pool bar at the Movenpick
Jimbaran Beach at sunset
Jimbaran Beach at sunset
Mike at Akusuka Bali
fish tacos at Akusuka Bali on Jimbaran Beach
A driver drove us to the east side of the island, |*Sidemen, Bali*|, stopping first at The Klungkung Palace, where we got taken by touts selling sarongs, which we happily wore in our photos. We enjoyed massages at Alamdhari Resort & SPA. One morning, we took a 2 1/2 hour walk through the rice terraces surrounding our hotel, dipped into the pool, enjoyed a private yoga class, and relished another massage. We went on an excursion with a driver to Tirta Ganga (a royal water palace), a White Sand Beach (meh), and Tenganan Village (known for its double Ikat textiles).
Klungkung Palace
Klungkung Palace
Klungkung Palace
Mike at Klungkung Palace
me at Klungkung Palace
ceiling at Klungkung Palace
me with Mike at Klungkung Palace
Alamdhari Resort & SPA
Alamdhari Resort & SPA
Alamdhari Resort & SPA
Alamdhari Resort & SPA
Alamdhari Resort & SPA
streets of Sidemen during festival
Sidemen rice fields
Sidemen rice fields
Sidemen rice fields
Sidemen rice fields
Sidemen rice fields
Sidemen rice fields
Sidemen rice fields
Sidemen rice fields
Mike in the pool at Alamdhari Resort & SPA
pool at Alamdhari Resort & SPA
pizza at Alamdhari Resort & SPA
me with Mike at Alamdhari Resort & SPA
Alamdhari Resort & SPA
Alamdhari Resort & SPA
yoga at Alamdhari Resort & SPA
massages at Alamdhari Resort & SPA
Tirta Ganga
me at Tirta Ganga
Mike at Tirta Ganga
Mike at Tirta Ganga
Tirta Ganga
Tirta Ganga
me with Mike at Tirta Ganga
White Sand Beach
Lezat Beach Restaurant
Tenganan Village
Tenganan Village
Tenganan Village
me at Tenganan Village
Tenganan Village
Tenganan Village
making offerings at Alamdhari Resort & SPA
Alamdhari Resort & SPA
On September 26, we moved to |*Ubud, Bali*| for our last home-away-from-home, The Hava Ubud A Pramana Experience, to the west of Ubud’s center. We loved our visit to the Agung Rai Museum of Art (ARMA) in Ubud, which we had almost to ourselves. We enjoyed lunch at Café Lotus, right on the edge of the Ubud Water Palace. We relaxed for an afternoon by the hotel pool. We took a Gojek (like Uber) to the center of Ubud, where we wandered around Ubud Palace and the Ubud Water Palace; there, we had to dress up in a sarong and jacket. We visited Museum Puri Lukisan where we found, quite by accident, a Balinese dance performance. We enjoyed deep tissue massages at Sari Laba and went to a restorative yoga “Air Class” at Alchemy. Finally, we visited the Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace, a very touristy and rather confined set of rice terraces.
The Hava Ubud A Pramana Experience
streets of Ubud
streets of Ubud
me at La Luz Mexican Restaurant in Ubud
Mike at at La Luz Mexican Restaurant in Ubud
at La Luz Mexican Restaurant in Ubud
pool at The Hava Ubud
pool at The Hava Ubud
me at The Agung Rai Museum of Art (ARMA) in Ubud
Mike at ARMA
me at ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA
ARMA Resort
ARMA Resort
ARMA Resort
ARMA Resort
view of Ubud Water Palace from Café Lotus
me at Café Lotus
me with Mike at Café Lotus
Mike at Tygr Sushi
Tygr Sushi
me at The Hava Ubud
Ubud Palace, aka Puri Saren Agung
Mike at Ubud Water Palace
me at Ubud Water Palace
the king and queen at Ubud Water Palace
Balinese dancers
Museum Puri Lukisan
Museum Puri Lukisan
Museum Puri Lukisan
pool at The Hava Ubud
yoga studio at Alchemy
me on the grounds at Alchemy
Alchemy yoga studio
me at Ceking Rice Terrace
Ceking Rice Terrace, aka Tegalalang Rice Terrace
Our Bali adventure on Polarsteps
We left Bali at 12:20 a.m. on the 30th and returned to |*Narita, Japan*| on the morning of the 30th. We immediately took the Shinkansen to |*Kyoto*|, where we checked into the very nice Sakura Terrace The Gallery and wandered around the mysterious Gion area.
Back in Japan, on the Shinkansen to Kyoto, eating onigiri
Mount Fuji from the Shinkansen
me in Gion, Kyoto
Yasaka Shrine, aka Gion Shrine, in Kyoto
Yasaka Shrine, aka Gion Shrine, in Kyoto
Before we left for Japan, we watched shows on streaming services: Atlantic Crossing, Another Self, Grantchester, Maestro in Blue, Pachinko, Trying and Modern Family. I read 3 books this month, bringing my total up to 39/52, with my favorite being Fault Lines by Emily Itami and Black and Blue by Anna Quindlen.
I hope you’ll share how the year is panning out for you, and what plans you have as summer turns to fall.
September 9, 2024: I knew at the beginning of this year that I wanted to go to Japan and Bali, Indonesia in September-October. I was a bit shaken on New Year’s Day when I read about the 7.5-magnitude earthquake that rattled the Noto Peninsula in Ishikawa prefecture on the main island of Honshu in Japan, killing at least 241 people and damaging more than 75,000 buildings. On Tuesday, January 2, news headlines told of the Japan Airlines flight at Tokyo Haneda Airport that caught fire on the runway after colliding with a Japanese Coast Guard plane (the Coast Guard plane was en route to the Noto Peninsula to deliver relief supplies after the earthquake); miraculously all 367 passengers and 12 crew were safely evacuated, although 5 in the Coast Guard plane were killed. I was struck by the fact that all people onboard the Airbus waited patiently until they were told to evacuate in an orderly manner, which they all did. All the people on the plane survived. I could only imagine if such a situation happened in the USA, people would be in utter chaos as they all struggled to clamber over each other to get off the plane.
Since then, I’ve read about other earthquakes, predictions that a major earthquake will wreak havoc in Japan within the next 30 years, and typhoons. Still. Nothing yet has rattled my determination to go. I hope we won’t have problems of course, but I also think that if you are going to be in a natural disaster, Japan is the best country in which to be in one.
My original dream was to return to Japan (for my third trip) in order to walk a portion of the 88-temple Shikoku Pilgrimage Route, associated with the Buddhist monk, Kūkai (Kōbō Daishi) on the island of Shikoku. The standard walking course is 1,200 kilometers (750 miles) long and can take anywhere from 30-60 days to complete. Though the pilgrimage is traditionally completed on foot, modern pilgrims uses cars, taxis, buses, bicycles or motorcycles, and often augment their travels with public transportation. I never intended to walk the entire route, but only wanted to walk a portion just to get a feel for it. Plus, I love visiting Japan’s Buddhist and Shinto temples, and I thought I would love whatever portion I could muster.
I had walked the Camino de Santiago in September-October of 2018 and enjoyed it immensely, especially as I sent my backpack ahead for much of the walk. I ended up walking the entire 790km; besides the spiritual aspect, which was incredibly fulfilling, I felt like I had really achieved something special. Five years later, in July of 2023, I attempted to walk a portion of the Via Francigena in Italy (from Lucca to Rome), this time with my Slovakian friend Darina (who I’d met on the Camino), but between the extreme heat of Italy, the hilly terrain, and the inability to send my pack ahead in a cost-efficient or dependable way, I didn’t meet my goal of walking and ended up taking public transportation for a good portion of the walk.
Sadly, I had to accept that I would not be able to walk any sizable portion of the Shikoku pilgrimage because of its mountainous terrain, a dearth of accommodations, and the inability to transport my pack. Thus my plans mostly fell by the wayside, as I decided to explore other areas of Japan that I hadn’t seen on my two previous visits. However, on this visit, we will go to Shikoku and walk the first 10 temples, which are in a cluster near the east side of the Shikoku Island in Tokushima. This should take about 2 days.
Past visits to Japan
I went to Japan for the first time on the Lunar New Year in 2011 (February 2-4). I was living and working in South Korea at the time and went only to Kyoto, inspired by a book I’d recently read, Pico Iyer’s The Lady and the Monk. Since it was the Lunar New Year, it was super crowded everywhere, but I loved it nonetheless.
Kyoto, 2011
Kyoto, 2011
Kyoto, 2011
Kyoto, 2011
Kyoto, 2011
Kyoto, 2011
Kyoto, 2011
Kyoto, 2011
I went the second time to Japan to teach English for one semester at Aoyama-Gakuin University – Sagamihara from March 28 – August 8, 2017. The university is near Fuchinobe Station, on the JR Yokohama Line, in the southwest outskirts of Tokyo. During that time, I explored every bit of Tokyo that I could, plus I went to Mount Fuji and Hakone, Kamakura, Enoshima, Yokohama, Nikko, and many other places within the vicinity of Tokyo. On my last week, after my semester was over, I went in addition to Hiroshima, Miyajima, Nara, and Mount Koya, barely making it off Mount Koya just before a typhoon hit. I wrote a blog during my 4+ months there: catbird in japan: the land of temples and what nots. That blog also includes my first trip to Kyoto in 2011.
Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden in Tokyo
Tokyo
a couple at Sankeien Garden in Yokohama
Shimokitazawa in Tokyo
Shibuya Crossing
lion on a bicycle at Golden Gai in Tokyo
view of Tokyo Tower from the Mori Art Museum
bamboo garden in Tokyo
Nikko
Nikko
Hasadera Temple in Kamakura
Hiroshima
Hiroshima
kitties
Miyajima
Miyajima
Miyajima
The Great Buddha at Nara
deer at Nara
Naritasan Shinshoji Temple in Narita
Koyasan
Koyasan
Koyasan
Koyasan
Koyasan
Anticipation: Bali, Indonesia
My desire to go to Bali has been lying dormant in me for years. Each time I left Asia after my teaching stints, I looked into going to Bali, but it was always complicated and expensive to get there. I never ended up going. I have been enticed by photos I’ve seen of the temples, the rice terraces, the dramatic seaside views and the food. I’m not much of a beach person, but of course, we’ll have to go to some beaches, and do some yoga. I must admit I was also inspired by the book Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.
Also, I felt like if we were going all the way to Asia, we must make it worth our while, making the trip a nice long duration, and fitting in another country where I’ve never been (Although I’ve actually been to Indonesia for an afternoon from Singapore, I don’t count is as a country I’ve visited). Bali is of course nowhere near Japan after all; we have two 7-hour flights from Tokyo to Bali and back again. It’s like going to Europe from the U.S. in the middle of our 4-week trip to Japan.
Resources
In planning this trip, I’ve used Lonely Planet Japan and various blogs, including my own. I got some ideas from Peta and Ben at Empty Nesters on a Green Global Trek. Here is a list of some other online resources I used:
There are many wonderful books set in Japan. Here is my list. The ones with links and star ratings are the ones I have read. The ones in green are ones I own but haven’t read.
Japanese reference books
Books I’m reading or have read
Books on the Shikoku Pilgrimage
Japanese books I own
Japanese books I own
Japanese books I own
What you are looking for is in the library: A Novel by Michiko Aoyama
Our itinerary will be a bit complicated. We found that it was cheaper (and, surprisingly, less time in the air) to take direct round trip flights to Tokyo and then direct round trip flights from Tokyo to Bali (Denpasar). Because we didn’t like the idea of getting off of a 14-hour flight to Tokyo and then immediately taking a 7-hour flight to Bali, we decided to break up our Japan trip and go in the middle of it to Bali.
Our plan is to go to Tokyo first, where we’ll spend one day going out to my old haunt near Aoyama-Gakuin University – Sagamihara, where I taught in 2017, near the Fuchinobe Station. I want to show Mike the university and then walk the 30-minutes to my little apartment (IF I can find it after 7 years!). We also plan to meet my friend and colleague Graham and his Japanese wife Ako for lunch near Fuchinobe. After that, we may make a stop somewhere between Fuchinobe and Tokyo Station to visit a neighborhood or area on the outskirts of the largest city on earth. The second day, I’ll take Mike to a couple of my favorite spots in Tokyo, including Senso-ji Temple and Ueno Park. Since I’ve seen most everything in Tokyo I want to see, and since Mike doesn’t care much about being in the city, we’ll head the next day to the Japan Alps, taking the Shinkansen to Nagoya and then renting a car and driving to Takayama, where we’ll stay for three nights.
Here’s our itinerary in a nutshell. The Japan itinerary is in royal blue and the Bali itinerary is in red.
Days 1-3: Tokyo: Arrive at Haneda Airport. Visit my old university and neighborhood in Fuchinobe and visit Graham and Ako. Visit Senso-ji and Ueno Park in Tokyo.
Days 4-6: Takayama and the Japan Alps, including Shirakawa-gō, Gokayama, Suganma and Ainokura. We also hope to explore Kamikōchi and take a 3-hour walk from Kappabashi to Myojin-ike. There are several onsen towns around that I hope we can stop in for an onsen experience.
Days 7-9: Nagoya: On the way from Takayama to Nagoya, we want to stop and walk a portion of the Nakasendo Trial from Tsumago to Magome (a 2-3 hour walk). Then we’ll drop the car at Nagoya Airport. We’ll spend a day exploring Nagoya Castle and Ninmaru-en (a garden) and the Tokugawa Art Museum and Tokugawa-en (a garden). Finally, the whole point of our trip to Nagoya: we’ll spend time perusing the Ōsu Kanon Temple market, some other markets, and maybe visit the Nagoya/Boston Museum of Fine Arts.
Day 10: Narita: We’ll take the Shinkansen back to Tokyo and further east to Narita, where we’ll spend the night in a ryokan and, on day 11, take our 7-hour direct flight to Bali.
Days 11-13: Jimbaran, Bali. We’ll arrive late in Bali and go to stay in Jimbaran. We hope to go to the Pasifika Museum in Nusa Dua and then walk the 5km long beach promenade. That evening we’ll go to Ulu Watu to see the temple perched on sheer cliffs and watch the popular Kecak dance held on the temple grounds each night at sunset. Our last day, we’ll spend the morning at Jimbaran Beach and then go to the village of Seminyak with its boutiques, temples and spas.
Days 14-16: Sidemen, Bali. Stop in Klungkung Semarapura to see a palace. Rice field scenery. Three-hour round trip hike to Pura Bukit Tageh, a small temple with big views. Walks through rice fields. Visit Taman Tirta Gangga, a water palace. Hike in surrounding hills. On the way to Ubud, visit Mount Agung and Besakih Temple.
Days 17-20: Ubud, Bali. Tampaksiring, Gunung Kawi, Pura Tirta Empul in Manukaya Village (bathe in holy water). Explore Central Ubud: temples, art galleries, museums and markets. Pura Taman Saraswati (Hindu temple). Take a walking tour of Ubud’s rice fields. Campuan Ridge Walk. Museum Puri Lukisan. Tegallalang, Ceking Rice Terraces, other explorations around Ubud.
Day 21-24: Kyoto, Japan. I’ve been to Kyoto before (see above), but Mike hasn’t, so we will probably do many of the same things I did when I was here before. Shikoyogoku Covered Arcade, Nishiki Temmangu Shrine, Geisha district, The Philosopher’s Walk with temple stops along the way. Ginkaku-ji, Honen-in, Eikan-do, Nanzen-ji, Heian-jingu Shrine, rickshaw tour, Daitukuji, Kinkakuji Temple (Temple of the Golden Pavilion), Ryoan-ji (Temple of the Peaceful Dragon: famous rock garden). Take the Randen Railway Kitano lline to Arashiyama and walk the Path of Bamboo. Tenryuji Temple, Kiyomizu-dera Temple (veranda at sunset). Food markets at Teramachi-dori Street, Nishiki Food Market and Fushimi-inari-taisha Shrine (home of the infinite torii gates).
Day 25-27: Tokushima and walk the first 10 temples of the Shikoku 88-temple pilgrimage route.
Day 28-31: Okayama & Inland Sea surrounds. In Okayama, explore Korakuen Garden and Kibi Plain. Outside of Okayama, visit Kurashiki Bikan Historical Area, Naoshima Island, Bitchu-Takahashi.
Day 32-37: Kyushu. One day in Beppu, two days in Yufuin, two days at Mount Aso, back to Beppu.
Day 38: Fly from Oita to Haneda and stay in Yokohama.
Day 39: Metro from Yokohama to Haneda and fly back home.
All of this took a LOT of planning, too many hours to count. I made up a detailed spreadsheet in June and July with all the information about our six week trip to Japan and Bali, Indonesia with dates, locations, hotels, costs, costs and times of transport, etc. On the night of August 1, our power went out and was out for several hours. The next morning, when I got on my computer, my very detailed spreadsheet had disappeared. I found an early version of it, but all the information I’d entered, which I’d continually saved, had vanished. No matter where I looked all I found was the early version. Somehow I think the Autosave kept that earlier version when the power went out and erased the later version. I actually cried. I had put so many hours into that spreadsheet, including transportation to each destination: the train lines, the travel times, and the cost (I was trying to determine whether the Japan Rail Pass was worth the money). In August, I spent countless hours recreating the entire spreadsheet. In the end, I found it didn’t pay to use the Japan Rail Pass.
Finally, I have prepared two journals to take along, one for Japan and one for Bali.
Japan and Bali journals
At this point, all my plans are made, and hopefully, as you read this, I am on my way to Japan.
Traveling from Medellín to Cartagena & Casa Quero Hotel Boutique
Monday, April 1, 2024: After our hour-long flight from Medellín, we made it by taxi to our hotel, Casa Quero Hotel Boutique in Cartagena’s Histórico Centro. We were lucky that they had the room available for us at about 9:25 am, so we cooled off a bit in our high-ceilinged room before venturing out into Cartegena’s hot, humid and lively streets. I’d been spoiled in Bogotá and Medellin with relatively “cool” weather for 10 nights, but now we were back to tropical heat and humidity, always a challenge for me.
Casa Quero Hotel Boutique
Casa Quero Hotel Boutique
Casa Quero Hotel Boutique
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
We took our first walkabout in Cartagena’s Centro Histórico, past colorful buildings decked out in vines, past vendors selling fruits, sunglasses, boat tours, cigars, and hats.
According to Lonely Planet Colombia, “Cartagena de Indias is the undisputed queen of the Caribbean coast, a historic city of superbly preserved beauty lying within an impressive 13km of centuries-old colonial stone walls. The Old Town is a UNESCO World Heritage Site – a maze of cobble alleys, balconies covered in bougainvillea, and massive churches.”
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Our first lunch in Cartegena was a feast for the eyes and for the stomach. We ate at Buena Vida: Marisquería Caribena. We saw people being served some very creative dishes like a whole mojarra fish marinated with a blend of spices, such as garlic, cumin, and paprika, then deep-fried to achieve a crispy, golden exterior and a tender, flaky interior. Someone else got fried shrimp (like shrimp cocktail?) on a toothpick over a tall glass of mixed Bloody Mary and beer.
I ordered Tacos Buena Vida CAMARÓNES PARRILLADOS: coleslaw / cebollita encurtida / cilantro / crema de aguacate.
Mike had CANGREJO BUENA VIDA: carne de jaiba / vino blanco / ajo / chipotle / arroz titote / ensalada Cartagenera / maiz crocante / ají dulce. Both were colorful, tasty and beautifully presented.
Buena Vida: Marisquería Caribena
Buena Vida: Marisquería Caribena
Tacos Buena Vida CAMARÓNES PARRILLADOS
Mike at Buena Vida
me at at Buena Vida
CANGREJO BUENA VIDA
After lunch, we took a short afternoon walk through part of the historic center.
We found ourselves in Parque de Bolívar: This Spanish-style square, framed by lush tropical vegetation, was the center of colonial life in Cartagena de Indias. Initially called Plaza de la Catedral due to its proximity to the city’s main cathedral, it adopted the name Plaza de la Inquisición in 1610 due to the presence of the Inquisition Tribunal. The first Auto-da-Fé took place here in 1614. Enforced and carried out by civil authorities between the 15th and 19th centuries, the auto-da-fé was the ritual of public penance by punishment (most extremely, death by burning) of condemned heretics and apostates imposed by the Spanish, Portuguese or Mexican Inquisition.
In 1896, the equestrian statue of Simón Bolívar was installed in the center of Bolívar Square.
Surrounded by historic buildings such as the Palace of the Inquisition and the cathedral, as well as modern institutions like the Bank of the Republic and the Gold Museum, this square is a symbol of Cartagena’s rich history. Today, locals enjoy gathering under the shade of trees and participating in various cultural and social events.
Along one sidewalk around the square were pictures of Miss Colombia over the years.
Parque de Bolívar
statue of Simón Bolívar
building around Parque de Bolívar
pictures of Miss Colombia over the years
statues in front of Santuario de San Pedro Claver
Old Town Cartagena
Santuario de San Pedro Claver
Santuario de San Pedro Claver
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Casa Quero Hotel Boutique
After walking around and sweltering through the historic center, it wasn’t long before we opted to go to our hotel’s small rooftop pool with mixed drinks of aguardiente and ginger ale. It was so refreshing especially with the afternoon breezes that are typical of Cartagena. We tried to take some selfies but are notoriously bad at doing so. One accidental shot was with a palm tree 🌴 growing out of the back of Mike’s head, looking like some bizarre hairpiece. When I saw it, I cracked up laughing. That picture gives me chuckles every time I look at it!
an afternoon at the rooftop hotel pool
Mike at the rooftop pool
an afternoon at the rooftop hotel pool
an afternoon at the rooftop hotel pool
me in the rooftop hotel pool
me in the rooftop hotel pool
Mike wears a palm tree wig!! 🙂
cracking up after looking at the crazy picture
sunset from the rooftop pool
Lobo de Mar
We went to Lobo de Mar for dinner and the food was delicious. Mike had pork belly and a delicious asparagus mushroom rice while I had bao shrimp on warm soft fluffy bao bread. The only irritation was the waiter, Wilfredo or something like that. Before we could even get settled or look at the menu, he wanted to give us his recommendations. That wasn’t the end of his annoyances. For most of our meal, he stood looking over us, leaning against the wall and watching us eat. Who does that? Then he had the nerve to ask at the end if we liked his “service” and didn’t we want to add to the normally charged service fee? In fact, I would have deducted from his service fee for being so smothering and annoying. It was too bad because the atmosphere was nice and the food wonderful; that waiter just ruined the whole experience.
The restaurant’s music playlist created a wonderful ambiance:
“Paradise” by Total Giovanni
“Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac
“Instant Crush (Drumless Edition)” featuring Julian Casblancais and Daft Punk – LOVED this!
church in Cartagena
Lobo de Mar
Japanese wave mural at Lobo de Mar
me at at Lobo de Mar
bao shrimp on warm soft fluffy bao bread
Mike at Lobo de Mar
pork belly and a delicious asparagus mushroom rice
Steps: 13,040; Miles 5.53. Weather Hi 96°, Lo 74°. Sunny and humid.
Isla Bela
Tuesday, April 2: Tuesday morning we fought the crowds at the port to take an hour-long boat to Isla Bela, a tranquil oasis with an aqua cove, thatched gazebos, beach beds, and a little wooden swing where everybody posed for pictures. Mike was having stomach problems and was worried about the long boat ride with no bathrooms on board but he managed to survive. We swam, relaxed, read, and bought coco locos from a young man selling them out of his kayak bar. Luckily it got a bit breezier as the morning progressed.
For lunch, we enjoyed a grilled fish fillet lunch with sweetened iced tea and relaxed a bit more in the shade.
Boat ride to Isla Bela
Boat ride to Isla Bela
Cartagena from the boat
Mike on the boat ride to Isla Bela
Isla Bela
Isla Bela
Isla Bela
Mike at Isla Bela
me at Isla Bela
view from our loungers on Isla Bela
the kayak bartender
Isla Bela
Mike gets Coco Locos from the kayak bartender
Mike with his Coco Loco
me with my Coco Loco
view of the beach with Coco Loco
the kayak bartender
the kayak bar
the cove at Isla Bela
Isla Bela
grilled fish fillet lunch
Mike at lunch at Isla Bela
Isla Bela lunch spot
As the afternoon breezes kicked in, it was time to board the very choppy one-hour boat ride back to Cartagena. It was rough; people kept looking around at each other with looks on their faces that said: “We’re all terrified (aren’t you too?) but we’re pretending we’re having a grand old time and we’ll keep pretending and laughing until we capsize or get overwhelmed by the sea!” Mike and I sat in the back and got soaked by waves, so I put on my sunglasses just to prevent something sharp from flying into the boat and poking my eye out. My sunglasses got drenched and I caused quite a crack up among my fellow passengers. We were all laughing uncontrollably. It was crazy!
Check out the short video of our boat ride back at the end of this post.
Finally we made it back to the harbor, covered in sand and sea water, and we traipsed back to the hotel to rinse off and soak in the pool.
the port area at Cartagena
the port area at Cartagena
palanquera statue on the way back to our hotel
Cartagena
After a rinsing-off swim at the hotel rooftop pool, we had dinner Tuesday night at Restaurante Da Pietro, an Italian restaurant with live music. We shared a pizza with hamburger and veggies, and lingered quite a while to enjoy the atmosphere and the music. The waiter, Anderson, was very nice but it was a relief not to have him hovering over us all night as the waiter at Lobo de Mar had on Monday night. Some background music played when the musicians weren’t playing: “Can’t get enough of your love, Babe” by Barry White and “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye.
On our way back, we stopped for gelatos and sat on a balcony watching the street life below.
Restaurante Da Pietro
Restaurante Da Pietro
Mike at Restaurante Da Pietro
me at Restaurante Da Pietro
pizza with hamburger and veggies
Mike having gelato
Steps: 13,523; Miles 5.73. Weather Hi 91°, Lo 74°. Sunny and humid.
Hop-On Hop-Off City Sightseeing Tour of Cartagena
Wednesday, April 3: We started Wednesday morning, after a nice breakfast in our hotel courtyard, by walking to the clock tower to take the Hop-On Hop-Off City Sightseeing Tour of Cartagena. On the way we passed a vibrant flower market and men typing official documents (leases, registrations, etc.) for people on old manual typewriters.
courtyard at Casa Quero Hotel Boutique
seating area at Casa Quero Hotel Boutique
flower market on the way to the port
men typing official documents
men typing official documents
men typing official documents
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
We got on the Hop-On Hop-Off bus and got a slow start waiting at a big square and driving through slow-moving traffic.
getting on the Hop-On Hop-Off Sightseeing Bus
me on the Hop-On Hop-Off Sightseeing Bus
View of Cartagena from city wall
We stopped first at the fortress of Castillo San Felipe de Barajas. The castle, originally known as Castillo de San Lázaro, was built over two centuries beginning in 1536 and is located on the Hill of San Lázaro in a strategic location, dominating approaches to the city by land or sea. It was built by African slave labor under Spanish supervision during the colonial era. It is known as the greatest fortress ever built by the Spaniards in any of their colonies, according to Lonely Planet Colombia.
In 1762 an extensive enlargement was undertaken, resulting in this powerful bastion dominating the entire hill. The castle sits 41 meters (135 ft.) above sea level.
The castle is striking for its grand entrance and its complex maze of tunnels which connected strategic points to allow provisions to be distributed and to facilitate evacuation. The tunnels were built such that any noise reverberated all the way along them, making it possible to hear the slightest sound of an approaching enemy’s feet and also easing internal communication. The fortress was involved in several battles from the late 17th to early 19th centuries between European powers. It also sought to protect the city from pirate attacks. It was impregnable and was never taken despite numerous attempts to storm it.
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
me in a tunnel at Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
me at Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Chocolate Museum outside of Castillo San Felipe de Barajas
Back on the Hop-On Hop-Off Sightseeing Tour
We got back on the Hop-On Hop-Off bus but not before I bought myself a turquoise and pink mochila hanging from the ceiling of a souvenir shop (the green building to the right of the Chocolate Museum in the photo above. 🙂
We continued on the city sightseeing tour around Bocagrande, the upscale and modern area of Cartagena known as Little Miami. We passed the Hotel Caribe, a Cartagena landmark. The Caribe Cartagena Hotel opened in 1945 with five floors that could accommodate 172 guests in 87 rooms. Even in those long-ago times, they had hot water and air conditioning.
Cartagena from the Hop-On Hop-Off Bus
Caribe Cartagena Hotel
Beach in Bocagrande
Beach in Bocagrande
Beach in Bocagrande
Hop-On Hop-Off Bus
Centro Histórico
After we got off the bus and walked back into the Centro Histórico, we encountered the famous palanqueras of Cartagena. They are originally from San Basilio de Palenque – a small village located in the southeast of Cartagena ruled entirely by runaway African slaves. In 1691, the village signed a Royal Decree stating the town’s independence from Spanish colonial powers. The palanqueras originally came into Cartagena to sell fruit from baskets carried on their heads, but these days they pose for photos against the colorful and crumbling walls of the old city.
Palanqueras of Cartagena
We did another walkabout through colorful Cartagena and dropped into Kia for some shopping. The shop sold linen pants and other clothes in “one size fits all” that didn’t fit me! The shop had an Indian vibe to it.
We passed by the Cloister of San Toribio, an old convent built in the 17th century. Inside is supposedly a beautiful patio-garden, but we didn’t see it because it was closed.
Mike at the gate to Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Kia
Kia
Kia
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cloister of San Toribio
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
Cartagena’s Centro Histórico
We stopped at Tahini Kebab which provided a respite from the heat with its air conditioning going full blast. I had a kibbeh wrap and Mike had a cerdo (pork) wrap.
Tahini Kebab
Tahini Kebab
Tahini Kebab
Casa Quero Hotel Boutique
Anyone who knows me knows I don’t tolerate heat well; soon after lunch we went back to our room to relax a bit and escape from the heat. This is the benefit of having a longer time in a place. Mike complains that we don’t get enough down time on our vacations. I’ve always insisted that it’s because we don’t stay long enough and have to pack everything in over a few days. Now we’re in a rhythm where we go out in the mornings, relax in the room a bit after lunch, then go to the hotel pool in the afternoons. As it gets cooler in the evenings, we go out and wander and eat dinner as the sun is going down.
A bit of a relaxing time in our room
We hung out in the pool on Wednesday afternoon and talked to a couple, Valerie and Steven, from New York who were in Cartagena for a wedding. We shared our Colombia experiences and found they really enjoyed Bogotá and Guatapé while we preferred Medellin and Guatapé.
Then we went out to wander around as the sun was going down, planning to stop at a ceviche place for dinner. We walked by the city walls and the sea and even by Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s house.
Old Town Cartagena
Mike in Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena’s wall
Mike in Old Town Cartagena
Mike in front of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s house
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
me in Old Town Cartagena
me on the city walls
church at Plaza de San Diego
La Cevicheria
We had dinner at La Cevicheria on Wednesday night. Mike had shrimp empañadas and a smoked eggplant salad, with sautéed onions, boc bufala, fresh tomatoes with basil, black or sesame seeds and roasted peppers.He drank a BBC Cerveza Rubia Honey Ale.
I had Ceviche Mexicano: Shrimp ceviche with lemon juice and avocado, tomato, sweet corn and sour cream, garnished with nachos and BBQ sauce.
We chatted briefly with a group of ladies from Chicago who had just arrived in Cartagena for a week-long vacation. We enjoyed the ambiance of the place with its wooden mermaids decorating the walls and Nickodemus and Osiris serenading us with “Mariposa (feat. Carol C).”
We walked by a statue in the square of Jose Fernandez de Madrid La Patria Agradecida.
La Cevicheria
BBC Cerveza Rubia Honey Ale at La Cevicheria
shrimp empanadas
smoked eggplant salad
Ceviche Mexicano
mermaid decor at La Cevicheria
statue of Jose Fernandez de Madrid La Patria Agradecida
By the time I went to bed, I was suffering with stomach cramps and in the middle of the night my stomach went on full attack. No fun at all. I don’t know what caused it, but it was obviously something I ate that didn’t sit well with me. The strange thing was that Mike suffered from the same problem on Monday night and Tuesday morning. We’ve both been eating the same things, but we couldn’t pinpoint the cause because we were sick at different times.
Steps: 11,875. Miles 5.03. Weather Hi 90°, Lo 74°. Sunny + humid.
Centro Comercial La Serrezuela
Thursday, April 4: On Thursday morning I didn’t feel like venturing out far from our hotel as my stomach was still churning and cramping. My heart wasn’t into doing any of the things I still want to do in Cartagena. We took a short walk and ended up in a modern mall, Centro Comercial La Serrezuela, with multiple floors and air conditioning. The old theater and bullring, set in the traditional San Diego neighborhood, has been restored and turned into a cultural, entertainment, shopping and culinary center.
It was rather boring as the shopping was too high-end for my liking. On the top two levels of the round mall was a kind of bullring-style concert or performance venue.
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
me in Old Town Cartagena
door in Old Town Cartagena
window in Old Town Cartagena
Cartagena door knocker
view from Centro Comercial La Serrezuela
view of city walls from Centro Comercial La Serrezuela
Centro Comercial La Serrezuela
bullring performance venue at Centro Comercial La Serrezuela
treats at Centro Comercial La Serrezuela
Centro Comercial La Serrezuela
At the mall, we stopped in for cappuccino & café and some dedos con queso at Cafe Quindio.
Cafe Quindio
Cafe Quindio
Mike in Cafe Quindio
me in Cafe Quindio
After leaving the mall, we walked along the city wall to a market where all kinds of souvenirs and trinkets were for sale. I didn’t feel like eating out, so we returned to our hotel, ate some leftovers we had, and relaxed for a while. I was waiting for my stomach to get back to normal. In the meantime, I didn’t feel like eating or drinking anything. What a waste of a day!
We spent much of the afternoon lounging around in our room because my stomach was still feeling awful and I didn’t feel like going out. We couldn’t even go to the pool because a thunderstorm rolled in.
Window in Cartagena
Window in Cartagena
Window in Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
door knocker in Cartagena
Door in Cartagena
door and window of Cartagena
Cartagena door
city wall and beach
open air market
hammocks in our hotel
Mike in our hotel room
Pezetarian
We finally went out because I thought I might be able to eat a light sushi meal so we went to Pezetarian, a small, packed and lively place where we enjoyed our meal. We shared pork gyoza: Pork, mushrooms, cabbage, ginger and scallions. I enjoyed a Pezetarian Roll: Five pieces of tempura salmon skin and five pieces of acevichado shrimps, with avocado, cream cheese and topped with mango and masago, on purple sushi rice (beets extract). Mike had a Crispy Salmon Roll: Salmon tempura, avocado, and cream cheese, topped with spicy-mayo and ceviche sauce.
Mike took the last photo of me diving in to our supposed-to-be-shared brownie and ice cream dessert before we thought to take a picture (about par for the course). Some things just can’t wait. 🍴🍴🍴
our hotel courtyard as we left for the evening
Mike and me at Pezetarian
Mike at Pezetarian
pork gyoza
Pezetarian
Mike at Pezetarian
Crispy Salmon Roll
me at Pezetarian
Pezetarian Roll
Steps: 7,321. Miles 3.1. Weather Hi 89°, Lo 80°. Overcast with some thunderstorms.
Getsemaní
Friday, April 5: Friday morning I finally felt well enough to explore the Getsemaní neighborhood. We had thus far spent our time in the inner walled town consisting of the historical districts of El Centro and San Diego. The outer walled town of Getsemaní has more modest architecture but more atmosphere. It is full of colorful houses, plenty of street art and also numerous bars, cafes, fruit vendors and restaurants.
In the center of the town we found the Church of the Holy Trinity (Iglesia de la Trinidad), which dates from the beginning of the 17th century and is one of the oldest churches in the city. In the square in front of the church are some bronze freedom fighters.
newspaper stand near Getsemaní
Getsemaní
doors and knockers of Getsemaní
Getsemaní
me in Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
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Getsemaní
Getsemaní
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Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
me in a cafe in Getsemaní
Mike in a cafe in Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Church of the Holy Trinity (Iglesia de la Trinidad)
freedom fighter sculptures in front of Church of the Holy Trinity (Iglesia de la Trinidad)
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
hats for sale in Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
staircase in Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
me in Getsemaní
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Getsemaní
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Getsemaní
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Getsemaní
me in Getsemaní
Getsemaní
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Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Besides the amazing street art, we also found more charm and met some friendly palenqueras.
palenquera in Getsemaní
palenqueras in Getsemaní
palenquera in Getsemaní
palenquera in Getsemaní
me with two palenqueras in Getsemaní
We continued walking around Getsemaní, making our way down some lively streets and then eventually headed back to the Centro Histórico.
a favorite scene in Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
me in a cafe in Getsemaní, trying to cool off
Getsemaní
Getsemaní
Mike in Getsemaní
Centro Histórico Cartagena
We returned to the Old Town and ate lunch at La Mulata. I had Filet Camaronero: Pez blanco a en salsa de Camarones y Coco. Mike had Camaron Habanero: Camarones en mango y ají habanero.
This place came highly recommended and it was directly across the street from our hotel, Casa Quero. This was the first and only time we ate here. It was yummy and had a lively atmosphere.
We spent the afternoon at the pool.
La Mulata
La Mulata
Filet Camaronero: Pez blanco a en salsa de Camarones y Coco at La Mulata
La Mulata
La Mulata
Mike in the Old Town
Friday evening we walked to the end of the old town where we hadn’t walked much before. I wanted to see the church attached to the large dome we’d seen when we had views from a distance. Convento & Iglesia de San Pedro Claver was founded by Jesuits in the first half of the 17th century, later named to honor Spanish-born monk Pedro Claver (1580-1654), who lived and died here. Called the ‘Slave of the Slaves,” the monk spent his life ministering to enslaved people brought from Africa.
Sadly we still couldn’t see the large dome from the street. We wandered through a market at that end of town where we bought a few pictures.
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Convento & Iglesia de San Pedro Claver
Convento & Iglesia de San Pedro Claver
Convento & Iglesia de San Pedro Claver
Old Town Cartagena
Old Town Cartagena
Botero sculpture in Old Town Cartagena
Perú Fusion
We ate our last dinner in Cartagena on Friday night at Perú Fusion. We had some delicious dishes: Causa de cangrejo: Peruvian cause base (mashed potato) with avocado and tomato, accompanied by crab with a touch of olive sauce and caviar.
I wouldn’t think of sushi as a Peruvian dish, but the “fusion” must have made it so. We shared half an order of Sushi Yacuza: Blown salmon with nippon sauce, tempura vegetables, avocado and hearts of palm bathed in ponzu sauce. We shared a whole order of Rolls de Langostino Trufado: Crispy shrimp, avocado, & asparagus with truffle sauce topping.
We talked to our friendly Venezuelan waiter who had left his country to start all over again. It’s tough for people who have to leave their own poorly-managed countries for opportunities elsewhere. He wanted to return home but couldn’t do so for the time being; he hoped things would improve there one day.
We were serenaded by another wonderful playlist. Colombians really know how to compile music playlists.
“Supergirl” by Dream Chaos and Della
“Calm Down” by DJ Goja and Magic Phase
“Crazy” by DJ Goja and Nito-Onna
“Hymn for the Weekend” by Cale and haLuna
“I’m Blue” by DJ Alex Man, Dj Diac and haLuna
“Flowers” by Hard dope, Lex Morris and Veronica Bravo
“All of Me” by CALE and Catching Sunrises
“Mockingbird” by ReMan, Zentone and Banny
Perú Fusion
Mike at Perú Fusion
Causa de cangrejo: Peruvian cause base (mashed potato) with avocado and tomato, accompanied by crab with a touch of olive sauce and caviar
Sushi Yacuza & Rolls de Langostino Trufado
me at Perú Fusion
On our way back to the hotel, we came across a Michael Jackson performance. The two accompanying dancers were dressed in rags and were dragging themselves across the street. Crazy!
Steps: 14,379; Miles 6.1. Weather Hi 91°, Lo 80°. Sunny + humid with chance of rain.
A final walk around Old Town Cartagena
Saturday, April 6: We took one last morning walk around Cartagena before checking out of our hotel at noon. Our flight to Bogotá and then on to Washington didn’t leave till 8:15 p.m. that night; we would arrive home at 6:30 a.m. on Sunday. A long afternoon stretched before us while waiting to leave; luckily after lunch we could still use the hotel pool until it was time to go.
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
Last walk through Old Town Cartagena
We ended our last day in Cartagena eating lunch at the same place we ate lunch on our first day here, Monday: Buena Vida. This time I had a pesto crusted fish fillet – coconut sacue / grilled tomatoes / pesto crust. My stomach, though it had felt better yesterday, started acting up again this morning, so lunch was not very enjoyable. Mike had smoked beef brisket tacos: melted cheese / avocado / street picadillo / chipotle mayo.
Mike at Buena Vida
me at Buena Vida
Lunch at Buena Vida
At the hotel pool after lunch, we talked again to Steven from New York. He had been having stomach issues as well, as had several members of the wedding party. It was a mystery as to the cause; I believed it was the ice in the drinks as we’d been told not to drink water from faucets. Anyway, no one knew but the worst thing was to have these issues on our travel day. It could be a long miserable pair of flights if things didn’t get better.
last day at the rooftop pool in Cartagena while waiting for our overnight flight
I was so excited to get back to springtime temperatures in Virginia. I really cannot tolerate the infernal heat and humidity. I don’t know how people can live in this kind of climate.
Here’s a short video of a couple of scenes of our boat ride from Isla Bela to Cartagena and some lively street scenes from Getsemaní.
Flying home from Cartagena to Bogotá to Virginia
We arrived at Cartagena Airport and got an earlier flight to Bogotá. Sadly, it just meant a longer wait in Bogotá as our flight from Bogotá to Dulles remained the same at 11:55 p.m.
Bogotá Airport
Our Colombia trip on Polarsteps
Steps: 12,900; Miles 5.47. Weather Hi 93°, Lo 80°. Sunny and humid.
Arriving home to Virginia
Sunday, April 7: We arrived at Dulles Airport at 6:25 a.m. after a 5 1/2 hour uncomfortable flight on Avianca. The seats were tight and didn’t recline and there were no snacks offered onboard. It made for a miserable flight. I ended up catching a bad cold onboard and was so exhausted that it took me an entire week to recover.
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