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.
Friday, September 13: We arrived in Nagoya on the Shinkansen by 11:10 but it took us quite some time to find the express bus to Nagoya Airport. We walked to and fro on the sweltering pavement until an English teacher came along with his friend and led us to the barely noticeable bus stop. We took the bus to the tiny airport then waited there until a woman from the Information Desk called Toyota-Rent-A-Car to come pick us up. Finally, we rented a black Toyota Corolla Touring to drive to Takayama in the Japan Alps. The whole process was cumbersome, made worse by the oppressive heat.
Mike did a fabulous job driving our Toyota Corolla Touring rental car from Nagoya Airport through at least 30 tunnels on the Expressway to Takayama, and that on the left side of the road as well. I was a bit freaked out in the passenger side; it’s hard to get used to having the slow lane be on the left side of the moving traffic.
our rental car: Toyota Corolla Touring
Takayama
We arrived at our hotel, Ichinomatsu Japanese Modern Hotel, by 3:00. It had a lovely setting. Sadly we found from the receptionist that the old town of Takayama was about to close down for the night. (I actually read later it is open every day from 9-5).
We had to change our shoes multiple times while going to our room and then back outdoors. We put our street shoes in a locker, put on house slippers, then put on outdoor slippers to walk through the garden and then house slippers again to go to our room. It was quite a production.
Ichinomatsu Japanese Modern Hotel
Ichinomatsu Japanese Modern Hotel
our room at Ichinomatsu Japanese Modern Hotel
Takayama is famous for its Hida beef so Mike wanted to try a place he found highly recommended in a blog: Center4 Hamburgers. We could have driven our car but instead we decided to walk the 23 minutes to get there. Luckily we brought our umbrellas as the sky opened up and we were drenched by the time we arrived at the quirky cafe. The place was decorated with everything imaginable from Johnny Cash T-shirts to flour sacks, vintage signs and beat-up old-fashioned shoes. Johnny Cash songs serenaded us during our meal.
We sat beside two young families, a Filipino brother and sister and their spouses. The one young family – the Filipino brother & wife (part Filipino but didn’t look it) and 2 children (ages 1 & 4) – was from Vancouver. The Filipino sister and her husband were based in Manila. We chatted with them in the cozy quarters and Mike enjoyed a Hida beef burger 🍔 and I had an avocado burger (much cheaper and made with local beef but not Hida beef). All of it was delicious. Mike downed a pour of whiskey and I had a draft Kirin Ichiban beer.
Center4 Hamburgers
Center4 Hamburgers
Mike at Center4 Hamburgers
me at Center4 Hamburgers
Center4 Hamburgers
Center4 Hamburgers
Hida Beef Burger
Center4 Hamburgers
Center4 Hamburgers
Center4 Hamburgers
After dinner the rain had turned to a sprinkle and we walked back, admiring the shuttered town and looking forward to a daytime visit. We had to get back because we had reserved a half-hour slot at the hotel’s onsen at 8:30. We relaxed a bit and then donned our yukata for our allotted time slot.
We had a half hour and it was lovely but as the onsen was outdoors and the temps were in the high 70s, the hot bath was a bit much for me. I couldn’t take more than 15 minutes, so I returned to the room and promptly fell asleep on our nice firm bed.
me in my yukata
me in my yukata
Mike in his yukata
Mike in his yukata
the hotel onsen
the hotel onsen
the hotel onsen
me ready to get in the hotel onsen
the hotel onsen
Steps: 10,235. Miles: 4.33. Weather Takayama Hi 84°F, Lo 69°F. Partly cloudy.
Saturday, September 14: Ichinomatsu Japanese Modern Hotel had a fabulous breakfast. We had signed up for a half-hour time slot at 7:30 so we could get an early start. The breakfast this morning consisted of an omelette and different types of onigiri, a bit of salted salmon, radishes, cucumber, and miso soup.
the garden of the hotel with the breakfast room on the right
the garden at the hotel
looking through the garden at the onsen
the two ladies who served breakfast in shifts
breakfast, mostly omelette and onigiri
me at breakfast
Mike at breakfast
me in front of the hotel
Shirakawa-go
After breakfast, we drove through over 30 tunnels in the Japan Alps to visit the village of Ogimachi in Shirakawa-go, best known for farmhouses in the thatched gasshō-zukuri style. Its central settlement has some 600 residents and the largest concentration of gasshō-zukuri buildings, with over 110. It and two other villages, Suganama and Ainokura (in the Gokayama district of Toyama Prefecture) are UNESCO World Heritage Sites. Gasshō-zukuri means “constructed like hands in prayer,” as the farmhouses’ steep thatched roofs resemble the hands of Buddhist monks pressed together in prayer. The houses are designed to withstand the large amount of heavy snow that falls in the region during winter. On this day, it was sweltering, so it was hard to imagine snow ❄️ EVER!
The style of gasshō-zukuri architecture does not use any metal objects such as braces, clamps or nails in the building construction, and instead, ropes and ties made from straw (witch-hazel sapling) are used in the construction. While the roofs are thatched with hay, if properly maintained for protection from the fires made in a sunken hearth (fireplace), the roof can last between 40 and 50 years. The thatching on the roof is replaced with the help of all the villagers in a spirit of mutual support.
Ogimachi in Shirakawa-go
me on the bridge to Ogimachi in Shirakawa-go
Ogimachi in Shirakawa-go
Ogimachi in Shirakawa-go
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri houses in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
Mike in Ogimachi
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
me in Ogimachi
Ogimachi
Ogimachi
Ogimachi
Ogimachi
town of Ogimachi
a little cloth I bought to wipe my sweating face. It has the gasshō-zukuri houses on it.
gasshō-zukuri house in Ogimachi
The Myozenji Temple is the only temple and bell tower made with a traditional thatched roof. A temple of the Jodo Shinshu (True Pure Land) school, named in the first year of the Enkyo period (1744), was the dominant form of Buddhism in this area. Myozenji has a distinctive thatched main hall that dates to 1827. There is no other temple that has thatched roofing on the main hall, the living quarters and the bell tower.
The Shoromon Gate is the main gate of Myozenji Temple. Built in 1801, it is noted for its distinctive two-layered structure and high thatched roof. This design, invented by a local artisan, served as inspiration for the temple’s current main hall, which also features a thatched roof and was constructed 26 years after the gate. The Shoromon’s original temple bell was requisitioned for military use during World War II; its replacement, cast anew after the end of the war, hangs in the gate and is rung for ceremonies and on occasions such as New Year’s Eve.
On the left side of the gate stands a yew tree (Taxus cuspidata), which was planted to mark the completion of the main hall in 1827 and is designated a Natural Monument of Gifu Prefecture, while on the right side grows a cherry tree whose pink blossoms signal the coming of spring in Shirakawa-go.
Shoromon Gate
Shoromon Gate
Myozenji Temple
The Myozenji Museum now occupies the building which formerly housed the monks living at the adjacent Myozenji Temple. It is one of the largest gasshō-zukuri-style houses in the village. This structure was built in 1817 and is now a museum where visitors can learn about traditional life in Shirakawa-go. The museum building is one of the few houses of its kind in the area with plastered earthen walls, which are more fire-resistant than wooden walls.
One can observe the architecture of the traditional buildings, inspect the details up close and smell the aromatic smoke used to repel insects and protect the wood and thatched roof from damage.
We began upstairs in the four-level attic, which was used mainly for cultivating silkworms. Here we saw a variety of tools, kitchen utensils, ornaments, household implements, and other items that convey how the people of Shirakawa-go traditionally made a living. The attic also provides a look at the inside of the roof structure, which is secured by straw ropes and bindings (neso) made of witch hazel saplings. The foundation and first floor of a gasshō-zukuri-style house such as the Myozenji kuri were usually built by professional carpenters, whereas ordinary villagers would work together to assemble everything above the house’s lattice ceiling.
Myozenji Museum
attic of Myozenji Museum
attic of Myozenji Museum
attic of Myozenji Museum
attic of Myozenji Museum
attic of Myozenji Museum
view from the attic of Myozenji Museum
view from the attic of Myozenji Museum
attic of Myozenji Museum
view from the attic of Myozenji Museum
Mike in the attic of Myozenji Museum
attic of Myozenji Museum
attic of Myozenji Museum
architecture of roof
attic of Myozenji Museum
photo of people in village replacing the roof
view from Myozenji Museum
We had a silly photo taken of ourselves in the attic of the museum. 😂😂 Apparently the weird-looking stuffed doll they gave me to hold is a Hida Sarubobo Stuffed Doll. In Japanese, Saru means “monkey” while bobo means “baby”, so sarubobo is baby monkey. Traditionally, sarubobos are made by grandmothers for their grandchildren as dolls, and for their daughters as a charm for good marriage, good children and to ensure a well-rounded couple.
photo we bought in the museum
photo we bought in the museum
After viewing the attic, we followed a covered corridor into the main hall; the ornate interior is characteristic of Jodo Shinshu temples. Next to the main hall is the kuri, or living quarters of the head priest and his family. Its 330-square-meter first floor includes a large living room with an irori fireplace at the center. Above the fireplace hangs a hiama, a wooden board used to extinguish sparks rising from the fire, to dissipate smoke, and to prevent heat from dispersing throughout the house. The living room was where the family ate and spent time together sitting around the hearth in strictly prescribed seating order. The head of the household sat with his back against the thick post at the center of the building, symbolizing his role as the main breadwinner. His wife sat on the right-hand side and his firstborn son on the left, while the rest of the family had their places on the opposite side of the irori.
main hall
main hall
main hall
living room with irori fireplace
Ainokura
After leaving Shirakawa-go, we drove to the more remote and charming smaller village of Ainokura. We had a lunch there of cold soba noodles and tofu & vegetable tempura. It felt good to sit in a cool air-conditioned place. Then we wandered among more of the grass hut houses until we were exhausted from the heat and returned through another 20 tunnels on the Expressway to Takayama.
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
our lunch spot in Ainokura
map of Ainokura
Mike at our lunch spot
tofu & vegetable tempura
me eating lunch
Mike’s soba noodles
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Ainokura
Takayama
Saturday night we ate white-bread sandwiches 🥪 from a convenience store because we’d eaten such a huge lunch in Ainokura. After dinner, since Takayama is known for its sake breweries, we went to the cozy and intimate Sakedokoro Tamotsu, a sake bar. The owner, Atsu, who spoke excellent English, gave us a tasting of three types of sake and then Mike ordered a glass of one type (he is holding the bottle in the photos). I got a Ginger Plum Martini: Homemade ginger Vodka,Local Plum, Dry Vermouth, Soda. It was a very strong drink and I sipped it (for once – I usually guzzle mixed drinks!) over a long leisurely visit with Atsu and his friend, Morimo. They bonded many years ago over music; Morimo plays guitar and is especially fond of American classics from the 60s and 70s, especially Little Richard and CCR. We talked with them for a long time and enjoyed the cozy atmosphere. A very special night.
Sakedokoro Tamotsu
Atsu at Sakedokoro Tamotsu
sake bottles at Sakedokoro Tamotsu
Mike holding the sake he tried
me at Sakedokoro Tamotsu with my Ginger Plum Martini
sake bottles at Sakedokoro Tamotsu
Sakedokoro Tamotsu
We returned in time for our 8:30 time slot in the hotel onsen, but once again, it was way too hot for me to enjoy for more than 10 minutes.
Steps: 8,711. Miles: 3.71. Weather Takayama Hi 84°F, Lo 76°F. Sunny.
Hida Furukawago
Sunday, September 15: We had another nice breakfast on Sunday morning; it was different from yesterday’s and I liked it except for the gristly chicken. We enjoyed a lovely view of the courtyard.
courtyard at Ichinomatsu Japanese Modern Hotel
our breakfast view
breakfast at Ichinomatsu Japanese Modern Hotel
We drove north about 20 minutes from Takayama to Hida Furukawago. The town is famous for its timber and local carpenters. A small canal, named Seto River (瀬戸川, Setogawa) and inhabited by carp, runs through the nicely preserved old town. The canal is lined by old store houses with white walls (shirakabe dozo).
First, we visited the town’s Festival Exhibition Hall. The Furukawa Festival is an annual event of the Ketawakamiya Shrine, situated in Furukawa-cho Kamikita. It is held once a year, every April 19th and 20th, during which the spirit of the deity is led from the shrine to the town of the ujiko (shrine parishioners), who make offerings and pray to it.
After traditional Shinto rituals are held at the main hall of the shrine, the mikoshi procession takes place with large numbers of parishioners joining in a splendid parade through the town. They leave the shrine on April 19 and return on the 20th. During the festival, the procession makes dozens of stops to perform the Japanese Shinto religious rituals and the Shishimai (traditional lion dance).
This is followed by the Okoshi-Daiko and yatai float events. Of these festival events, the Okoshi-Daiko and yatai float events were designated as National Important Intangible Cultural Properties on January 28, 1980. Then, they were included as part of the “Yama, Hoko, Yatai, float festivals in Japan” registered on the UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage List on November 30, 2016.
Miokuri are elaborately designed drawings and writings hanging from the rear of yatai floats. The 2004 Miokuri “Hosu” (shown below) is the work of calligrapher Seison Mozumi from Furukawacho in Hida City. The Miokuri was created in 2004 for the newly completed Zuiho Ruritai, a yatai built for the purpose of handing down the cultural heritage. Hosu is the brood of the Ho’o (phoenix). Another meaning is a youth expected to become an outstanding personage in the future, as it embodies the hopes for healthy growth of the children of Furukawa.
Miokuri “Hosu” at Hida Furukawago’s Festival Exhibition Hall
Miokuri at the Festival Exhibition Hall
Miokuri at the Festival Exhibition Hall
Miokuri at the Festival Exhibition Hall
some element of the famous festival
The Heisei Era’s Yatai (Zuiho-tai) was built for the purpose of preserving traditional artisanship. Among existing yatai floats, more than sixty years have passed since the most recent one was built, raising concerns that Hida no Takumi (the master craftsmen of Hida) might not be passed down to coming generations. Therefore, for six years starting in 1997, three generations, from the elderly to children, cooperated in creating this yatai.
We admired the intricate festival floats and watched a 20-minute movie about the festival. It looked wild; I’m surprised people don’t get crushed to death during it!
Heisei Era’s Yatai
One of the actual Festival Floats
Okoshi-Daiko (rousing drum): The origin of the Okoshi-Daiko is said to be the “wake-up drums” that went around to announce the start of the festival. Several hundred half-naked men carry around a frame-mounted turret on which a large drum of 80cm in diameter is perched. Drummers atop the drum beat it periodically as it makes the rounds of the town.
As the drum moves through the town, teams representing each neighborhood, carrying small drums called Tsuke-Daiko, lie in wait at various intersections to rush out and attack the turret as it passes by. The greatest glory for these teams is for their Tsuke-Daiko to gain the position nearest the turret; a mad scramble ensues as teams vie for that honor. In addition to competing with the other teams, they have to contend with the guardsmen attempting to prevent the Tsuke-Daiko from approaching the turret of the Okoshi-Daiko, resulting in a three-way offensive and defensive battle.
The young men of the Tsuke-Daiko teams encourage themselves by performing the “tombo” stunt, with one climbing to the top of a pole approximately 3.5 meters high, positioning the pole at his midsection for support and extending his arms and legs.
Okoshi-Daiko (rousing drum)
Okoshi-Daiko (rousing drum)
“tombo” stunt in the festival
During the Mikoshi (portable shrine) Procession, the deity is placed inside the mikoshi and borne through the town in a stately procession, accompanied by large numbers of parishioners as well as shishi, Tokeiraku, Maihime (young female shrine dancers), and gagaku performers. Alerted by the sounds of drums and Tokeiraku that the mikoshi procession is nearing, the parishioners spread lines of salt in the middle of the road along the mikoshi route, creating and purifying a path for it. The townspeople also sprinkle a line of salt in front of their homes, drawing branch segments from the main line to their entryway, enticing the sacred presence of the deity into their homes.
The Yatai (Festival Float) Parade highlights the nine Yatai festival floats. It is a a tranquil aspect of the Furukawa Festival. A legacy of craftsmanship is displayed on the floats in the wood carving, metal engraving, and Japanese lacquer work. On the evening of April 20th, every float is decorated with Japanese “Chochin” lanterns.
mikoshi
mikoshi procession
mikoshi procession
other elements of the Festival
other elements of the Festival
After learning everything there was to know about the Furukawa Festival, we then visited the Takumikan Craft Museum (飛騨の匠文化館, Hida No Takumi Bunkakan) built in October of 1989. It is dedicated to traditional Hida craftsmanship and was built by local carpenters using local lumber and traditional carpentry techniques (tongue and groove methods) that do not utilize nails, bolts, clamps or other metal fittings. It was built in the kurazukuri (clay-walled warehouse) style with slatted wooden cladding, to match the white-walled warehouse district by the Setogawa Canal. The large skylight on the roof, in the shape of a traditional lantern, is a symbol of the museum.
The museum exhibits traditional carpenter tools and the various types of woods used. Upon entry, we were told to sit at a large square table, where we were challenged to try to put together wooden puzzles and joints.
temple on the way to the other museum
musuem about building methods in Hida Furukawago
musuem about building methods in Hida Furukawago
musuem about building methods in Hida Furukawago
musuem about building methods in Hida Furukawago
musuem about building methods in Hida Furukawago
musuem about building methods in Hida Furukawago
musuem about building methods in Hida Furukawago
By this time it was pouring down rain 🌧️ ☔️ but we continued walking through the cute town with its carp-filled willow-lined canals. It actually felt better to have a cool rain than to suffer through another hot & humid day like all the days we’d had since we arrived in Japan.
We also enjoyed the box car Toyotas that EVERYONE in Japan, at least in the Japan Alps, seems to drive. They reminded us of the cars in the game of LIFE, the ones where you insert blue and pink pegs as you get married and have children.
canals with carp in Hida Furukawago
canals with carp in Hida Furukawago
canals in Hida Furukawago
temple gate in Hida Furukawago
temple in Hida Furukawago
temple in Hida Furukawago
canals in Hida Furukawago
canals in Hida Furukawago
funny box cars
shrine in Hida Furukawago
shrine in Hida Furukawago
another “Game of Life” boxy car
We dropped by the huge Honkoji Temple. It has an exquisitely crafted temple gate and the main hall is the largest wooden building in the wider Hida region.
Konkoji Temple
bell tower at Konkoji Temple
Mike at Konkoji Temple
me at Konkoji Temple
gate to Konkoji Temple
Konkoji Temple
Konkoji Temple
We dropped into a cute shop where the owner creates necklaces and key chains, etc. out of local woods. I bought a wooden necklace in the shape of a teardrop on a leather string. We enjoyed chatting with the artisan and another couple who was in the shop. Also, it felt good to get out of the rain for a bit.
cute artisan shop
us at the cute artisan shop
a Japanese couple and the artistan (R)
By the time we left there, the rain had become a spittle and we stopped for some pizza at a little restaurant. A Japanese family sat next to us and the little boy, who had never before met a Westerner, had a chance to practice a bit of English. After lunch, we wandered around the town as we made our way back to our car.
Hida Furukawago
Hida Furukawago
Hida Furukawago
Hida Furukawago
pizza place in Hida Furukawago
pizza for lunch in Hida Furukawago
Hida Furukawago
Hida Furukawago
Hida Furukawago
Hida Furukawago
Takayama
We drove back to Takayama so we could explore the Old Town of Takayama, which has been beautifully preserved with many buildings and whole streets of houses dating back to the feudal ages, when the city thrived as a wealthy merchant town.
Takayama gained importance as a source of high-quality timber and highly skilled carpenters during the feudal ages. For these resources, the city was put under direct control of the shogun and enjoyed prosperity considering its remote mountain location.
The southern half of the old town, especially the Sannomachi Street, survives in a particularly pretty state with many old homes, shops, cafes and sake breweries, some of which have been in business for centuries.
After our nice quiet time in Hida -Furukawago, it was a shock to be in Takayama because of the crowds. Also, it still was raining off and on, so between the people and the rain, it was hard to take photos.
Old Town Takayama
temple in Takayama
temple in Takayama
street in Takayama
a rare find: a deserted street in Old Town Takayama
We lost patience with the whole ordeal and decided to drop by our favorite little Sake bar from Saturday night, Sakedokoro Tamotsu. The owner Atsu had just opened up at 3:00. It felt good to get out of the rain. I ordered a frozen margarita and Mike a pour of the local sake. I couldn’t feel much from the margarita, so I ordered a glass of sake too. Later two 40- to 50-year old Kiwi teachers came in and started drinking too, Graham and Tai, and we had a fun time talking with them. They told us this was their first time in the northern hemisphere, surprising until we realized we’ve only been once to the southern hemisphere – to Ecuador in 2022. A young Japanese woman dentist came in to join as well, and that was about all the bar could fit.
Atsu in Sakedokoro Tamotsu
Mike drinks sake in Sakedokoro Tamotsu
Takayama is known for its ramen 🍜; it has a special kind of curly noodle. We left the bar in time to make it for a famous ramen place that opened its doors at 5:00, Menya Shirakawa Bettei. Waiting customers sat on outdoor benches until they could be admitted on a first-come-first-served basis. We got there just in time to get seats at the bar. Mike got Shirakawa dandan noodles with pork and I got a vegetarian ramen with boiled eggs. It was all delicious as advertised. We were surprised by how fast everyone slurped and gobbled down their ramen, making room quickly for the waiting people outside. We felt very slow by comparison.
popular ramen bar in Takayama
patrons sit on a bench outside and are served first come-first served
we got a spot at the bar
ramen chefs
Mike with his ramen
Mike’s ramen
me with my ramen
my ramen
On our way back to our hotel from Old Town Takayama we came upon Hida Kokubunji Temple. Its history goes back to the Nara period. On the grounds are the center foundation stones for a seven-storied pagoda and the foundation stones of Kondo Hall. Its scale affords an idea of the high level of skills wielded by Hida artisans in woodworking. The site is engraved with the history of Hida artisans stretching back more than a thousand years.
We were impressed by the Great Ginkgo of Hida Kokubun ji. The age of this tree is estimated to be 1,200 years, and it has been designated a national natural monument. The tree is 28 m in height, with a circumference of 10 m. In the past, it was believed that snow would fall when the leaves of the gingko fell, and the tree is cherished by local residents as a herald of the changing seasons.
Hida Kokubunji Temple in Takayama
Hida Kokubunji Temple in Takayama
Hida Kokubunji Temple in Takayama
ema at Hida Kokubunji Temple
ema at Hida Kokubunji Temple
ema at Hida Kokubunji Temple
Great Ginkgo of Hida Kokubun ji
Hida Kokubunji Temple
On our walk back we also passed through the very modern train station of Takayama.
Takayama’s modern train station
During the day walking around in my Tevas in the rain, I got two blisters on my two little toes and I could hardly walk. Plus I could feel a cold coming on; my head was about to explode. Somehow I hobbled back to our room, a good 30 minute walk, and relaxed until our 8:30 onsen time slot. I conked out quickly after our hot baths as my cold hit me full on. I had a miserable sleep between my sinus pressure, sore throat, and two blistered little toes! It never fails that I get sick at least once during our travels.
Steps: 11,836. Miles 5.01. Weather Takayama Hi 81°F, Lo 76°F. Showers.
The Nakasendo Trail: Tsumago-juku
Monday, September 16: We originally had big plans for Monday. We had to drive from Takayama and be in Nagoya by 5:00 to return our rental car. We had hoped to walk the Historic Nakasendo Trail. During the Edo Period (1603-1868), the ‘Nakasendo’ was an important route connecting Tokyo – then called ‘Edo’ – and Kyoto. Along the route, numerous ‘postal towns’ developed to provide services such as accommodation, food, transport and protection to travelers and merchants, who were of course taxed. Many of the towns accumulated great wealth as a result and today, several remain beautifully preserved.
Come along for a little drive through some of the Japan Alps.
We thought we got an early start but somehow we didn’t get to the first post town, Tsumago-juku, until noon. Not only was I feeling horrible but the heat was unbearable – so oppressively hot and humid. We wanted to see the two post towns AND do the walk between them, but between my blisters and my cold and the heat, I decided it would be just fine to drive to both post towns. It turned out there was no way we could have walked the 2-3 hour hike, visited both post towns, plus made it back to Nagoya by 5:00.
NAGISO Guide map found in Tsumago-juku Tourist Information Center
NAGISO Guide map found in Tsumago-juku Tourist Information Center
We stopped first at Tsumago-juku, home to traditional wooden inns that once hosted traveling samurai lords. It felt much like an open-air museum; the government designated it as a protected area for the preservation of traditional buildings. Modern developments such as telephone poles are not allowed in the town.
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
me in Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
Tsumago-juku
The Nakasendo Trail: Magome-juku
Magome-juku (馬籠宿) was the forty-third of the sixty-nine stations of the Nakasendō connecting Edo with Kyoto in Edo period Japan. We stopped in this charming town after Tsumago-Juku, the other town bookending this stretch of the Nakasendō Trail.Before walking into the town, we enjoyed the views over the town and the Japan Alps.
view of Magome-juku
view over Japan Alps
view over Japan Alps
Magome’s buildings line a steep, cobblestone pedestrian road with rustic shopfronts and mountain views. I wish I’d been able to appreciate it more, but by this time of day, the heat was oppressive and I was feeling congested and miserable. We stopped into one of the only air-conditioned coffee shops we could find and enjoyed a nice long break while sipping and savoring a melon soda and an iced latte.
The town was a steady downhill from where we parked, which meant we had to climb uphill to get back to the car. Mike always takes good care of me, so he climbed back up to the parking lot while I walked downhill and met him as he drove the car to the bottom of the town. I wished I’d had more energy to take pictures as the town was quite photogenic, but I just didn’t have it in me. A number of the photos here are Mike’s.
Magome-juku
Magome-juku
Magome-juku
Magome-juku
Magome-juku
Magome-juku
Magome-juku
air-conditioned cafe in Magome-juku
our break to get out of the heat
cute little cafe
melon soda and an iced latte
Magome-juku
Magome-juku
Onward to Nagoya
After leaving, Magome-juku, we made our way back to Nagoya Airport so we could return our rental car.
Steps: 8,139. Miles 3.44. Weather Takayama Hi 91°F, Lo 70°F. Mostly sunny.
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.
I never did a year-end recap for 2015, so here is that year recreated for my records. 🙂
In twenty-fifteen, I: Finished my first semester teaching English at Sino-Canadian International College of Gaungxi University. Traveled with Mike to Fenghueng, Zhangijiajie, Guilin and Yangshuo in China, where it was cold and rainy nearly every day and we both got sick. Sent Mike home to the U.S. and exchanged him for Alex. Traveled with Alex to Yunnan Province: Kunming, Lijiang, Dali, The Stone Forest, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Baisha, Shuhe, and Shaxi. Went to Myanmar where I visited pagodas aplenty in Mandalay, Bagan, Inle Lake and Yangon. Continued teaching English and traveling all over China, to Hong Kong, Xi’an, Shanghai, Yangshuo, the Longji Rice Terraces and Beihai. Returned to the U.S., stopping in California to visit my sister Stephanie and the Channel Islands, and to go with Rosie to Joshua Tree National Park. Finished my CELTA course in D.C. in late October. Went with Mike to Assateague Island and Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge to celebrate my 60th birthday. Celebrated Mike’s and my 27th (20th) anniversary at Shepherdstown, WV and Antietam National Battlefield. Visited my dad and stepmother in Yorktown after Christmas. Read 13 books out of 30: My 2015 Reading Challenge.
In January, I: marked 73 writing final exams in a 30-hour marathon after classes ended at Guangxi University. Watched marathon sessions of the final season of Breaking Bad in between marking and invigilating for exams. Greeted Mike at Nanning Airport for his two-week holiday in China. Took an overnight train to Jishou in Hunan province, where Mike and I shared a compartment with two young men constantly glued to their phones and where Mike was shocked by the holes in the floor of the train that served as toilets feeding directly onto the railroad tracks. Ate pork dumplings and boiled eggs in Fenghuang (Phoenix Ancient Town) every morning with our favorite vendor. Climbed 99 steps at Jiujiu Heaven Steps to the magical Phoenix Fairy Tale, where we hung Phoenix wish-making cards to the dozens of parasols, clapped our palms, closed our eyes and purified our hearts so our wishes would come true. Was serenaded by a young Chinese lady singing melodic Chinese folk tunes at Soul Café. Saw numerous restaurant signs refusing entry to Japanese and dogs. Tried on a military costume for a photo-op, looking like some member of the Russian military. Traveled by another train to Zhangjiajie and took a boatride around Baofeng Lake. Used my WayGo app to translate menu items at restaurants. Spent two days in steady rain, heavy fog and biting cold walking around Zhangjiajie National Forest Park, barely able to see the almost 3,000 karst formations (tall quartzite sandstone pillars) that were the inspiration for the movie Avatar. Spent the first day walking along Golden Whip Stream in a deep canyon surrounded by cliffs and peaks. Marveled at the names of the peaks such as Splitting Mountain to Save Mother, Monkey Playing in the Chinese Yew Grove, and Pigsy Looking in the Mirror. Tried to get warm in evenings by soaking in the nice hot bath at our hotel. Took the Bailong Elevator to the heights of the park with a guide on our second day, with the weather being colder, foggier and rainier than the first day. Couldn’t even see the outline of the so-called Avatar Mountain because of the fog. Watched an acrobatics and dance show called “Charming Western Hunan,” which wasn’t as impressive as others I’d seen. Watched a barefoot man walking along the sharp edge of a curved sword, terrified to watch in case he fell and was cut in half vertically! Took a flight to Changsha, the capital city of Hunan, and arrived in Guilin where we stayed in the Guilinyi Royal Palace. Took a bicycle ride through the countryside in Yangshuo on another cold and cloudy day with a guide, Esther; on the way back it rained steadily, drenching us, and I felt a sore throat and cold coming on. Took a dark and gloomy boat ride down the Li River, and eventually got rained on. Found myself sick with a miserable cold; Mike also got sick. Got couple massages on another rainy day and stayed inside our room, reading, sleeping, snacking and talking. Escaped Yangshuo, driving through kumquat orchards, visiting the Seven Star Green Tea Plantation where we enjoyed a tea ceremony, and climbing up Xianggong Hill for overcast views of the karsts along the Li River. Pampered myself with our creature comforts, as did Mike, back at the Guilinyi Royal Palace after strolling through the botanical gardens. Returned to Nanning, where we continued to be sick; we only ventured out to eat some pizza.
Mike eats dumplings in Nanning
me at my dumpling spot in Nanning
our breakfast spot in Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang (the phoenix)
Fenghuang
me in military costume in Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
our breakfast lady in Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Fenghuang
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie
Guilin
Guilin
Yangshuo
Yangshuo
Yangshuo
Yangshuo
Yangshuo
The Li River
The Li River
The Li River
The Li River
Yangshuo
Seven Star Green Tea Plantation
Seven Star Green Tea Plantation
Seven Star Green Tea Plantation
views of the Li River
Me with Mike above the Li River
karsts around Yangshuo
The Li River
The Li River
The Li River
The Li River
Guilin
Guilin
Guilin
In the first half of February, I: Took Mike to my favorite Korean restaurant in Nanning before taking him to the airport, where I exchanged him for Alex. Ate dumplings at the Red Sign with Alex, and the next day flew with him to Kunming in Yunnan Province. |*Yunnan Province*| Visited The Bamboo Temple dedicated to Zen Buddhism with its painted sculptures of the 500 Buddhist arhats (“perfected people”). Wandered around the World Heritage-Listed town of Lijiang, admiring its many shops and cultural assets. Listened to the Naxi Orchestra’s slow and haunting Song Dynasty tunes (for example “The Bound-Foot Girl Song” and “The Song of a Water Dragon”) played on antique instruments. Took oxygen cans to the top of the crowded Jade Dragon Snow Mountain via a 3km-long cable car, where we enjoyed magnificent views of the range which resembled a jade dragon lying in the clouds. Almost lost Alex at Mirror Lake in Blue Moon Valley, had a huge fight with him about his attitude regarding the crowds in China, and then made up over a lovely dinner. Visited Mu’s Mansion and climbed to the top of the Lion Hill Scenic Area, which supposedly looks like a crouching lion, and admired the Wangu Pavilion, a 5-storied wooden pagoda-styled building. Visited Baisha Ancient Town where we saw the historic Baisha Frescoes (1385-1620). Wandered aimlessly through the quaint town of Shuhe, with its weeping willows reflected in streams running through the streets, red lanterns and yellow flags. Had to use the dreaded trough-like toilets at the bus station on the way to Shaxi, a town that once was a busy trade station on the Tea and Horse Caravan Road, an important branch of the southern Silk Road. Took a fabulous bicycle ride to White Dragon Pool, where, in attempting to descend, I fell face down into a briar patch and got a nasty scrape on my calf. Visited the Buddhist Heavenly Wings Hall with paintings representing Tantric Buddhism. Visited Shibao Shan, or Stone Treasure Mountain, where I found my favorite temple, the Baoxiang Temple, or “Suspending Temple,” built on the ledge of a nearly vertical cliff. Met new statues of Guanyin and Maitreya, the smiling Buddha, on the cliff ledges. Took a bus to Dali, a haven for cool Chinese tourists and foreign backpackers, considered “China’s closest approximation to bohemia.” Enjoyed foot massages with Alex then visited a clinic for some antibiotics for an ear infection. Took another bikeride to Erhai Lake (“Ear-shaped Sea”) and then visited the Three Pagodas of Dali. Flew back to Kunming and visited Yuantong Temple, Yunnans’ grandest and most important Buddhist site, built during the late 8th and early 9th centuries. Visited the Stone Forest in Shilin, full of karst formations known as stone forest (higher karsts) and stone teeth (shorter karsts). Visited the Yunnan Nationalities Museum in Kunming, including the fabulous Tibetan Buddhist Lamasery.
Kunming
Kunming
Kunming
Kunming
Kunming
Kunming
Kunming
Kunming
Kunming
Lijiang
Lijiang
Lijiang
Lijiang
Lijiang
Naxi Orchestra
Jade Dragon Snow Mountain
Jade Dragon Snow Mountain
Jade Dragon Snow Mountain
me with Alex at Jade Dragon Snow Mountain
Jade Dragon Snow Mountain
Jade Dragon Snow Mountain
Mirror Lake
Mirror Lake
Mirror Lake
Mirror Lake
Lijiang
Lijiang
Lijiang
Baisha Frescoes in Baisha Ancient Town
Lijiang
Lijiang
Lijiang
Lijiang
Lijiang
Lijiang
Lijiang
Shuhe
Shuhe
Shuhe
Shuhe
Shuhe
Shuhe
Shuhe
Shaxi
bikeride to White Dragon Pool
bikeride to White Dragon Pool
Alex on our bikeride bikeride to White Dragon Pool
me with my bike bikeride to White Dragon Pool
bikeride to White Dragon Pool
Shibao Shan, or Stone Treasure Mountain
Shibao Shan, or Stone Treasure Mountain
Shibao Shan, or Stone Treasure Mountain
Shibao Shan, or Stone Treasure Mountain
Shaxi
Dali
bikeride to Erhai Lake
bikeride to Erhai Lake
Erhai Lake
Three Pagodas of Dali
Dali
Dali
Dali
Alex and I on the plane to Kunming
Yuantong Temple in Kunming
Yuantong Temple in Kunming
Yuantong Temple in Kunming
Yuantong Temple in Kunming
Yuantong Temple in Kunming
Yuantong Temple in Kunming
Alex at Yuantong Temple in Kunming
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Stone Forest in Shilin
Yunnan Nationalities Museum in Kunming
Yunnan Nationalities Museum in Kunming
Yunnan Nationalities Museum in Kunming
Yunnan Nationalities Museum in Kunming
Yunnan Nationalities Museum in Kunming
Yunnan Nationalities Museum in Kunming
In the second half of February, I: Left our hotel in Kunming for the airport; from there I headed to Mandalay, Myanmar and Alex flew to Beijing and then home. |*Myanmar*| Caught a motorbike in Mandalay, Myanmar to see the Golden Palace Monastery and a pagoda known as the World’s Biggest Book, and then up a series of switchbacks to see sunset from Mandalay Hill. Rode with taxi-driver Meemo to Amarapura, “City of Immortality,” the royal capital in Myanmar for less than 70 years. Watched over 1,000 young monks collect their lunch at Maha Ganayon Kyaung with hordes of tourists. Bought several silk scarves at the Thein Nyo Silk Weaving Factory. Left my flip-flops behind at U Min Thone Sae Pagoda, in the first of many flip-flop incidents in Myanmar, and had to climb hundreds of steps to retrieve them. Took a horse cart ride with a belligerent young man who viciously beat his horse with a bamboo stick in Ava. Watched another sunset at the U Bein Bridge spanning Taungthaman Lake. Took a boat down the Ayeyarwady River to Mingun, relaxing into a pace of life I hadn’t experienced since childhood. With a young woman and man from Scotland and Britain respectively, took an ox-cart, with “Taxi” written on the roof, around Mingun, with its pagoda-studded hills. Visited the Mandalay Royal Palace, where I was reminded that I lose interest easily at sprawling abandoned places where kings once lived. Watched as “only men” applied gold leaf to the 13-foot-tall bronze Mahamuni Buddha. Was informed by Chen at Sino-Canadian International College that our paycheck for February would be delayed until mid-March, which infuriated me and lead to a slew of emails. Enjoyed immensely the 10-hour cruise down the Ayeyarwady River from Mandalay to Bagan. Sat in bamboo chairs on the ferry, talking with fellow travelers about our travels and watching the river go by, feeling like I’d gone back in time 50-100 years. Enjoyed a potato and pumpkin curry for my first meal in Bagan. Hired a car from the hotel to take me on day-long trip to see the most famous of the thousands of Bagan’s Buddhist temples. Poured water over the Tuesday (my birth day) Buddha image, saying a prayer. Enjoy a great view of the Bagan plain from the Bagan Viewing Tower. From Pyathada Paya, where I went to watch the sunset, saw a dust-kicking caravan consisting of cattle, tour buses, cars, SUVs, motorbikes, horse-drawn carriages, walkers and bikers from – reminding me how much I loved the blend of modern and traditional in Myanmar. Rented a mini-motorbike and rode off to see Bagan’s temples in my baggy pajama-like pants, almost wrecking the motorbike within the first few minutes. Left my favorite blue Havaianas at the entrance of the “many elephants temple,” and accidentally put on someone else’s blue flip-flops without realizing it. Noticed at Sulamani Pahto that the flip-flops I had on were flimsier and shinier than mine and wrongly assumed someone had taken mine by accident. Stopped back at the “many elephants temple,” and found my Havaianas alone in the dust, meaning I had taken someone else’s flip-flops, instead of the other way around. Went with a driver to Mt. Popa, where I had to climb 777 steps to the temple. Was stopped by a monopolizing shoe minder (who reminded me of the “Soup Nazi” in Seinfeld), but as I was tired of paying someone to watch my shoes everywhere I went, I stashed them in a hidden spot. Felt annoyed I had to walk barefooted through all the monkey poop left by the Macaque monkeys. Back at the shoe minder’s spot, I found my Havaianas had disappeared, and believed I had reaped bad karma for refusing to pay the shoe minder. Bought some uncomfortable bamboo soled flip-flops to replace mine, which I was convinced the shoe-minder had disposed of. Rented another motorbike and found delectable Butter Fish Curry and lime juice at the Black Rose Cafe. Had to call someone from the hotel to rescue me when my motorbike died. Took Asian Wings to Inle Lake and ate a savory crepe at Pancake Kingdom. Rode a bicycle to Red Mountain Estate Vineyards & Winery where I enjoyed a flight of wines in a lazy atmosphere. Enjoyed Paneer Curry at Everest with a Japanese girl I’d met in Bagan; she had been having the same problems with her motorbike as I was having. Took an all-day long-tail motorboat ride on Inle Lake where I saw Intha farmers, their stilt houses, and gardens and visited the five-day rotating market. Watched the Intha men wrap their leg around the paddle to propel the blade through the water in a snake-like motion. Visited the long-neck Padaung women, with brass coils around their necks, as they wove scarves at a weaving workshop. Enjoy another full day on the lake on the way to Inthein. Enjoyed Paneer Curry at Everest Nepali Restaurant and then an one-hour Aromatic Therapy full-body massage. Encountered thousands of Buddha figures at Shwe Oo Min Natural Cave Pagoda on the way to the Heho Airport. Followed a City Walk from Lonely Planet Myanmar through Colonial Yangon. Sent prayer cards up in a small golden karaweik (royal barge in the shape of a mythical bird) to a shrine higher up in the stupa, like sending prayers to heaven, or letters to Santa. Enjoyed a Camembert, walnut and toast salad at the Victorian-style Strand Hotel, on the Yangon City Heritage List. Got an hour-long foot massage for my aching feet and a shampoo and haircut. Walked around the Shwedagon Pagoda, “the Crown of Burma,” at sunrise. Was told at the post office that the Buddhas I bought, which I wanted to mail home to Virginia, couldn’t be taken from the country without permission from the National Museum or the Department of Archeology. Spent my last day in Yangon searching out this place on the outskirts of the city. Was told by the woman there to put the half-Buddha head (the back half had been cut off so it could hang flat on a wall) into my suitcase and was given an seal of approval on the reclining Buddha. Took off from Yangon for Mandalay and then returned to Nanning.
Mandalay, Myanmar
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
monks at Maha Ganayon Kyaung
monks at Maha Ganayon Kyaung
monks at Maha Ganayon Kyaung
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Mandalay
Ava
me in Ava
our poor horse in Ava
boaters waiting for sunset at U Bein Bridge
U Bein Bridge
U Bein Bridge
U Bein Bridge
taking a boat down the Ayeyarwady River to Mingun
our driver in Mingun
Mingun
Mingun
Mingun
Mingun
me in Mingun
me in Mingun
views of the Ayeyarwady River
Mandalay Royal Palace
Mandalay Royal Palace
taking a boat down the Ayeyarwady River to Bagan
taking a boat down the Ayeyarwady River to Bagan
taking a boat down the Ayeyarwady River to Bagan
taking a boat down the Ayeyarwady River to Bagan
taking a boat down the Ayeyarwady River to Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
me on my motorbike in Bagan
herd of goats in Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Mt. Popa
Mt. Popa
Mt. Popa
Mt. Popa
me at Mt. Popa
Mt. Popa
Mt. Popa
Mt. Popa
Mt. Popa
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Bagan
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
me at Red Mountain Estate Vineyards & Winery in Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
long-neck Padaung woman at Inle Lake
market at Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Intha farmer at Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Inle Lake
Shwe Oo Min Natural Cave Pagoda
Shwe Oo Min Natural Cave Pagoda
Shwe Oo Min Natural Cave Pagoda
Shwe Oo Min Natural Cave Pagoda
Shwe Oo Min Natural Cave Pagoda
Shwe Oo Min Natural Cave Pagoda
Shwe Oo Min Natural Cave Pagoda
Yangon
me in Yangon
Yangon
Yangon
Yangon
colorful textiles in Yangon
Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon
Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon
Shwedagon Pagoda
Shwedagon Pagoda
Shwedagon Pagoda
Shwedagon Pagoda
Shwedagon Pagoda
Bogyoke Aung San Museum
Bogyoke Aung San Museum
In March, I: Visited Nanhu Lake Park in Nanning on a cloudy day then went to see a movie, Taken 3, with some of my students. Went to see the Guangxi Science and Technology Museum, which was more of an interactive place for children. Continued teaching my classes at Sino-Canadian International College, watched endless episodes of Scandal, and watched Kingsman Secret Service in the theater.
Guangxi University campus
Nanhu Lake Park in Nanning
Nanhu Lake Park in Nanning
Nanhu Lake Park
Nanhu Lake Park
Nanhu Lake Park
Nanhu Lake Park
Nanhu Lake Park
Nanhu Lake Park
Nanhu Lake Park
Nanhu Lake Park
Nanhu Lake Park
Nanhu Lake Park
Guangxi Science and Technology Museum
Guangxi Science and Technology Museum
Guangxi Science and Technology Museum
Guangxi Science and Technology Museum
Guangxi Science and Technology Museum
Guangxi Science and Technology Museum
In early April, I: Took a trip to |*Hong Kong*| on the three-day weekend for Qing Ming Festival, or Tomb-Sweeping Day, important for tending of family graves and ancestral worship. Crossed the border at Shenzhen with hordes of Chinese tourists taking advantage of the holiday weekend. Took the Big Bus Hong Kong on Hong Kong Island and then a Sampan ride at Aberdeen, a thriving fishing port. Ferried back to Kowloon, where I was delighted by a picturesque junk in Victoria Harbour. Strolled the Avenue of Stars, a tribute to Hong Kong’s film industry. Found tributes to Malaysian actress Michelle Yeoh Choo-Kheng (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon) and Bruce Lee, one of the most influential martial artists of all time. Ferried again to Lantau Island where I visited the Po Lin Monastery and came face-to-face with the famous bronze Tian Tan Buddha, better known as Big Buddha, a 34-meter-high sculpture of the Sakyamuni Buddha sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower and looking north over the Chinese people. Was awestruck by the gorgeous and colorful Po Lin Monastery despite the stomach cramps I got from eating a lunch of vegetables smothered in oil. Took the Ngong Ping Cable Car, “Asia’s longest bi-cable ropeway” (at that time) over Lantau Island. Rode the Peak Tram to the top of Victoria Peak, where I found amazing views of Victoria Harbour, Hong Kong Central, Kowloon, the green peaks of the New Territories. Descended the Old Peak Road on foot and topped the day off with a Turkish dinner of lentil soup and fried halloumi cheese salad at Tava. Mustered up enough energy to visit the Night Market, where I found calligraphy brushes, Mao pictures, fans and jade statues and funny Chinese license plates: “My Favourite Wife” and “I’m not in the mood to-day don’t distrub (sic).” Met up with Peter, my dear friend Jayne’s husband (from whom she was separated) who lived in Hong Kong. Wasted my last day in Hong Kong due to the stomach issues that had plagued me my whole time in China.
Hong Kong Ferris Wheel
Sampan ride at Aberdeen
Sampan ride at Aberdeen
Sampan ride at Aberdeen
Sampan ride at Aberdeen
Sampan ride at Aberdeen
Sampan ride at Aberdeen
Sampan ride at Aberdeen
Sampan ride at Aberdeen
Sampan ride at Aberdeen
Kowloon
Victoria Harbour
Victoria Harbour
Victoria Harbour
Victoria Harbour
Junk in Victoria Harbour
Junk in Victoria Harbour
Avenue of Stars – Michelle Yeoh Choo-Kheng
Avenue of Stars – Bruce Lee
Tian Tan Buddha
around the Tian Tan Buddha
view from Tian Tan Buddha
view from the Tian Tan Buddha
view of Po Lin Monastery from the Tian Tan Buddha
Tian Tan Buddha
Po Lin Monastery
Po Lin Monastery
Po Lin Monastery
Po Lin Monastery
Po Lin Monastery
Po Lin Monastery
Po Lin Monastery
Tian Tan Buddha
Ngong Ping Cable Car
Ngong Ping Cable Car
view of boats from Ngong Ping Cable Car
view from Victoria Peak
view from Victoria Peak
view from Victoria Peak
view from Victoria Peak
view from Victoria Peak
view from Victoria Peak
descending the Old Peak Road
view from Victoria Peak
view from Victoria Peak
view from Victoria Peak
Night Market
Night Market
Night Market
Peter and me in Hong Kong
streets of Hong Kong
streets of Hong Kong
streets of Hong Kong
Later in April, I: Flew to |*Xi’an*|, the capital of Shaanxi Province, for the 4-day holiday, Zhuang Song Festival, a ceremonious festival for the Zhuang people and for many other ethnic groups. Visited the Xi’an Beilin Museum, also known as the Forest of Stone Steles, because it was raining steadily in Xi’an. Took a rickety three-wheeled taxi to the Small Wild Goose Pagoda, a Buddhist sculpture built during the heyday of the Silk Road, along with Jianfu Temple (Felicity Temple), both relics of the Tang Dynasty. Took a long walk to the Daxingshan Si, Xi’an’s only working Buddhist temple, where I found a frightening depiction of hell. Ate an Indian lunch that made me feel sick even as I was eating it, yet it was so delicious I ate it anyway. Visited the Daci’en Temple, home of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, where I found fabulous views of Xi’an. Ate fried shrimp at a Pizza Hut near the Bell Tower, which sat at a major crossroads of the four major streets of the city. Visited the Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses with a small group of tourists and “Chelsea,” our Chinese guide. Learned about the tyrannical emperor Qin Shi Huang, who set out to destroy all books except practical ones, unified the empire with a network of roads, and built the Great Wall; he died in 210 BC while on a quest to find the legendary island of immortals and their secret drug of longevity. Learned that the Terra Cotta Army and his mausoleum, which took 11 years to complete, reflected the workings of a paranoid mind filled with delusions of grandeur; it was estimated at one time that there were more than 8,000 soldiers, 130 chariots with 520 horses, and 150 cavalry horses Was awed by the sheer numbers of the warriors and the story behind them. Visited the Tomb of Qin Shi Huang, just an artificial hill. Visited Huaqing Hot Springs, considered to be medically beneficial, built in 723 by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang dynasty. Ate delicious wide spicy noodles in Xi’an’s Muslim Quarter that only contributed to my stomach issues. Heard a drum performance at the Drum Tower. Was assaulted by colorful banners, food carts and stalls, along with the delicious smells of dumpling soup in Xi’an’s Muslim Quarter. Visited the Great Mosque, the largest mosque in China, established in 742 during the Tang Dynasty (618-907), with its Arabic motifs melded with Chinese designs. Finally ate the famous soup of the area, Yangrou Paomo, crumbled flatbread (unleavened bread) in mutton stew (I had mine with beef, which I removed); the bread turned into something between dumplings and späetzle, which was heavenly. Rode my bicycle around part of the perimeter of the 8-mile Xi’an City Wall on the only sunny day I had in Xi’an. Went with Mari, the Finnish lady I met on the tour of the Terra Cotta Warriors, to the Tang Dynasty Palace to see the Tang Dynasty Music and Dance Show, with its enchanting stage sets and the long and elegant sleeves of the dancers’ costumes, which floated dreamily and hypnotically throughout every dance. Flew to |*Shanghai*| on the last day of the month, the beginning of the three-day Labour Day holiday, where my flight was delayed by torrential rains, roaring thunder, vicious lightning strikes and howling winds. Arrived in Shanghai after midnight to the best hotel I’d had during my time in China, the Pentahotel, with a most comfortable bed and a bathtub, a rarity!
Xi’an Beilin Museum
Xi’an Beilin Museum
Xi’an Beilin Museum
Xi’an Beilin Museum
Xi’an Beilin Museum
Xi’an Beilin Museum
Small Wild Goose Pagoda
Small Wild Goose Pagoda
view from Small Wild Goose Pagoda
Small Wild Goose Pagoda
lush flower at Small Wild Goose Pagoda
Small Wild Goose Pagoda
messages at Small Wild Goose Pagoda
bell at Small Wild Goose Pagoda
Small Wild Goose Pagoda
Small Wild Goose Pagoda
Small Wild Goose Pagoda
Small Wild Goose Pagoda
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daxingshan Si
Daci’en Temple, home of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda
Daci’en Temple, home of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda
Daci’en Temple, home of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda
Daci’en Temple, home of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda
Daci’en Temple, home of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda
Daci’en Temple, home of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda
Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses
Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses
Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses
me with the Terra Cotta Warriors
Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses
Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses
Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses
Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses
Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses
Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses
Museum of Qin Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses
our tour group with Mari on the right
Huaqing Hot Springs
Huaqing Hot Springs
Huaqing Hot Springs
Huaqing Hot Springs
Huaqing Hot Springs
Huaqing Hot Springs
Xi’an’s Drum Tower
Xi’an’s Drum Tower
view from the Drum Tower
Xi’an’s Drum Tower
Xi’an’s Drum Tower
Xi’an’s Drum Tower
Muslim Quarter in Xi’an
Muslim Quarter in Xi’an
Muslim Quarter in Xi’an
Muslim Quarter in Xi’an
Great Mosque in Xi’an
Great Mosque in Xi’an
Great Mosque in Xi’an
Great Mosque in Xi’an
Great Mosque in Xi’an
Yangrou Paomo
Great Mosque in Xi’an
bicycling around Xi’an City Wall
Xi’an City Wall
view from Xi’an City Wall
Xi’an City Wall
Tang Dynasty Music and Dance Show
Mari at the show with me
Tang Dynasty Music and Dance Show
Tang Dynasty Music and Dance Show
In May, I: Started out my first day in |*Shanghai*| with an upset stomach after a buffet breakfast, par for the course in China. Mingled among praying monks, burning incense and people bowing with incense offerings at Jing’an Si, known as the Temple of Peace and Tranquility, nestled in the midst of modern high-rises. Walked with a tsunami of people to the Bund down a high-fashion street to the Peace Hotel, a relic from the opium trading days. Enjoyed fabulous views of Pudong across the Huangpu River from the Bund, lined with grand colonial facades. Took the Huangpu River Tour for more views of the Bund and Pudong. Panicked as I got caught up in a huge tightly-packed crowd, a situation that could have led to a stampede; such a crowd in Shanghai actually did lead to a stampede on New Year’s Eve, which left 36 dead and 49 injured. Enjoyed amazing views from Cloud 9 (87th floor) in Pudong, accompanied by wine and appetizers. Visited Yufo Si, or Jade Buddha Temple, where I found the Sitting Buddha, encrusted in agate and emerald, portraying the Buddha at the moment of his enlightenment, along with the Recumbent Buddha. Walked in pouring rain to Renmin Square, or People’s Square, the modern heart of Shanghai, where I visited the Museum of Contemporary Art to get out of the rain. Enjoyed an hour-long massage after a long tough day of rain and stomach cramps. Returned to the Bund in the morning to get better pictures but was foiled by dark cloudy weather again. Was hit on twice by students attempting the Shanghai Tea Scam, a common scam pulled on Westerners in Shanghai and Beijing (The scam involves a small group of 3-4 friendly Chinese students who approach Westerners, talk to them in a friendly manner, and invite them to a tea ceremony which can end up costing 650 – 2000 RMB.). Wandered through the Yu Yuan (Jade Garden) in the Old City. Treated myself to an hour-long aromatic foot massage. Enjoyed delicious dumplings using my WayGo app to translate.
Jing’an Si
Jing’an Si
Jing’an Si
Jing’an Si
Peace Hotel
Peace Hotel
Peace Hotel
Being carried along with the crowds in Shanghai
The Bund
The Bund
Pudong
Pudong
Pudong
Pudong
Pudong
Pudong
Shanghai
boat on the Huangpu River
Pudong
shopping mall in Shanghai
caught in a crowd going to the metro
view from Cloud 9
view from Cloud 9
view from Cloud 9
walking back to my hotel
walking back to my hotel
Yufo Si, or Jade Buddha Temple
Yufo Si, or Jade Buddha Temple
Yufo Si, or Jade Buddha Temple
Yufo Si, or Jade Buddha Temple
Yufo Si, or Jade Buddha Temple
Renmin Square
Renmin Square
lunch at Museum of Contemporary Art
Museum of Contemporary Art
Shanghai street food
offerings at Yu Yuan (Jade Garden)
Yu Yuan (Jade Garden)
Yu Yuan (Jade Garden)
Yu Yuan (Jade Garden)
Yu Yuan (Jade Garden)
Yu Yuan (Jade Garden)
Yu Yuan (Jade Garden)
Yu Yuan (Jade Garden)
Yu Yuan (Jade Garden)
Chinese folks dancing in the hotel
flying above the clouds back to Nanning
In early May, I: Returned to |*Nanning*| and invigilated for midterm exams and marked 146 essays that were poorly written with things like “You should turn down the voice” (meaning turn down the sound of the music) or “You often listening the loud music late at night,” and “…so I often lose sleep and it let me can’t get up on time in the morning,” and “Is it convenient for you to stop the way of life?” Watched endless episodes of Homeland Season 3, Grey’s Anatomy Season 5, and the 21st episode of Scandal‘s Season 4, which just aired in the U.S. Went with my stylish student Azura to an “apartment restaurant,” which apparently were all the rage in China. Ventured out to the untended and tacky Liangfengjiang National Forest Park in Nanning at my friend Gavin’s recommendation. Went on a two-day “work retreat” with some fellow foreign teachers to Pingnan County, where we taught two 40-minute classes at Pingnan High School and visited the Guiping Xishan Scenic Area, a mountain that housed the Buddhist Longhua Temple. Sang “If There’s Any Justice” by Lemar to the Chinese students when the USB with my Power Point about my life in Korea, Oman and travels didn’t work. Showed my Power Point in the other class as the USB worked and the students exclaimed “Wow!” at nearly every picture and then asked me for my “autograph!” Spent four hours at Singing Soul KTV (karaoke television) with my students, singing “Hotel California” by the Eagles, “California Dreamin’” by the Mamas and Papas (I’m really showing my age!), “Somebody that I used to Know” by Walk off the Earth, “Incomplete” by Backstreet Boys, and “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol. Marveled at the students’ choice of songs by Bruno Mars, Jon Legend, Taylor Swift, and Katy Perry; they also choose a lot of Chinese songs, many of which were beautiful or rocking! Got teary eyed when they sang one English song: “If I Were a Boy” by Beyoncé.
me getting a haircut in Nanning
flowers on campus
Liangfengjiang National Forest Park in Nanning
Liangfengjiang National Forest Park in Nanning
Liangfengjiang National Forest Park in Nanning
Pingnan High School
Pingnan High School
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Longhua Temple at Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
driving back to Nanning from Guiping Xishan Scenic Area
Singing Soul KTV
Singing Soul KTV
having a treat with a student
having a treat with a student
lotus pond on campus
In late May, I: Returned to |*Yangshuo*| for the third time, this time with my friend Erica, where we checked in at the Cosy Garden and rode bicycles to dinner at Rock-n-Grill. Went on the Li River Boat Ride, where we posed with the 2o yuan bill with its picture of Xingping behind us. Bicycled through the Yangshuo countryside in intermittent rain and watched the delightful bamboo rafts at Yulong Bridge. Took a dark and misty bamboo raft ride down the Yulong River, but luckily didn’t get rained on. Returned to Nanning.
Erica in Yangshuo
Erica holds up the 20 Yuan bill
the Li River
the Li River
the Li River
the Li River
the Li River
the Li River
the Li River
Erica on the Li River
me with the 20 Yuan note
a bikeride through the Yangshuo countryside
a bikeride through the Yangshuo countryside
a bikeride through the Yangshuo countryside
a bikeride through the Yangshuo countryside
bamboo rafts at Yulong Bridge
bamboo rafts at Yulong Bridge
bamboo rafts at Yulong Bridge
bamboo rafts at Yulong Bridge
a bikeride through the Yangshuo countryside
a bikeride through the Yangshuo countryside
dinnertime in Yangshuo
Erica at dinner
Yulong River bamboo raft ride
Yulong River bamboo raft ride
Yulong River bamboo raft ride
Yulong River bamboo raft ride
Yulong River bamboo raft ride
Yulong River bamboo raft ride
Yulong River bamboo raft ride
Yulong River bamboo raft ride
Yulong River bamboo raft ride
In early June, I: In |*Nanning*|, I dropped out of my Chinese class, when I finally realized the futility of it all. Had a dumpling night at our teacher Miss Hao’s sweltering non-air-conditioned house. Graded 73 outlines and brainstorms/clusters in three staggered deadlines. Went to visit Mari, a Finnish lady I met in Xian, in the town where she was working, |*Beihai*|. Went with Mari via her personal driver to Beihai Old Street, with its old Portuguese-style colonial buildings. Enjoyed a brunch spread in a fancy hotel. Visited the pearl and dried fish market; Beihai is famous for its pearls. Wandered on a boardwalk through the Beihai Golden Bay Mangrove Ecotourist Region, where we saw mudskippers and fiddler crabs skittering around in the muddy swamp. Watched hordes of people wearing facekinis, fancy dresses, and business attire at Beihai’s famous Silver Beach. Took a ferry to Weizhou Island, where I dropped into the Saint Maria Church, took a boat ride past Crocodile Hill and a sprawling pearl farm, and visited Sanpo Temple, where I watched people busily hanging their wishes, complete with yin and yang symbols, on the tree of wishes. Wandered along the beautiful Multicolored/Colorful Beach, a volcanic stone beach, covered in moss and lichens and many shapes and textures. Dropped into the Catholic Cathedral, built by French missionaries in 1853.
Reed & Gavin having dumplings with our Chinese teacher
Beihai
Beihai Old Street
pearl and dried fish market
Beihai
Beihai Golden Bay Mangrove Ecotourist Region
Beihai Golden Bay Mangrove Ecotourist Region
Beihai Golden Bay Mangrove Ecotourist Region
Silver Beach
Silver Beach
Silver Beach
Silver Beach
Beihai
Weizhou Island
Saint Maria Church
Saint Maria Church
Saint Maria Church
Saint Maria Church
Saint Maria Church
Crocodile Hill
pearl farm in Beihai
Sanpo Temple
Sanpo Temple
Multicolored/Colorful Beach
Multicolored/Colorful Beach
Multicolored/Colorful Beach
Multicolored/Colorful Beach
Catholic Cathedral
In mid June, I: Returned to |*Nanning*|, where I interviewed with Teaching House in Washington, D.C. to take the intensive CELTA course in September. For once, stayed put on a holiday, the Dragon Boat Festival, getting tired of fighting crowds to travel on national holidays. Received a gift of zongzi, a pyramid-shaped glutinous rice wrapped in bamboo from my student Azura’s mother. Finished my last English Interest Course, “Road Trip American Style,” which basically consisted of my students watching movies such as Planes, Trains and Automobiles, Little Miss Sunshine, and finally, Chevy Chase National Lampoon Vacation.
Nanning
zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival
Nanning
me with my students
In late June, I: Took a final journey to |*Ping’An and the Longji Rice Terraces*| to see, once again, my favorite place in China, even though it was an arduous 7-hour trip door-to-door. Hiked from Ping’An to Seven Stars with Moon and the Longji Rice Terraces, and enjoyed the stunning views. Enjoyed a Tsingtao beer and Hawaiian pizza at Green Garden Hotel. Hiked the next day to Nine Dragons & Five Tigers. Returned to Nanning to wrap up the school year.
Ping’An
Seven Stars with Moon
me at Seven Stars with Moon
Seven Stars with Moon
Longji Rice Terraces
Longji Rice Terraces
Longji Rice Terraces
Longji Rice Terraces
Longji Rice Terraces
Nine Dragons & Five Tigers
Nine Dragons & Five Tigers
Nine Dragons & Five Tigers
Nine Dragons & Five Tigers
Nine Dragons & Five Tigers
Nine Dragons & Five Tigers
Nine Dragons & Five Tigers
Nine Dragons & Five Tigers
In July, I: Spent six hours on the 4th of July marking 19 of my 73 papers, and then the next 3 days grading the rest. Turned in my grades, signed off, received my travel allowance and final pay, and packed up to return home to the U.S. Said goodbye to my 73 students and invited them to come visit me in the U.S. Went out to lunch with one of my classes and to a party at an apartment with another of my classes. Was awarded the SCIC Dean’s Special Honor, along with 9 other teachers, and got a 1000 yuan bonus ( ~ $162). Flew on Shenzhen Airlines from Nanning to Beijing and then on Air Canada from Vancouver to |*Los Angeles*|, where I would visit my sister Stephanie. Barely made my flight in Vancouver, where I ran through the airport along with a Chinese boy I sat next to on the flight from Beijing. Drank hot sake and a cold Sapporo at a sushi place with my sister in Reseda (L.A.). Spent a morning watching the Danish political series Borgen with Steph. Had sushi with Steph’s friend Yvonne and then watched TheSecond Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. Took a boat to the volcanic Anacapa Island, part of Channel Islands National Park, where we had a surreal experience walking through thousands of squawking seagulls and their almost-full-grown grey fledglings. Stood at Inspiration Point and saw two other islets stretching into the Pacific. Met with fellow blogger Rosie and drove 3 hours to Joshua Tree National Park, where we encountered Mohave yucca, hedgehog cacti and the famous Joshua trees. Drove through flooding rivers when we were deluged with rain, thunder and lightening. Stayed overnight at the 29 Palms Inn. Found huge boulders at the Jumbo Rocks area. Took a one-mile loop hike at Hidden Valley. Spent one last day with Stephanie before returning home to Virginia.
me with one of my Chinese classes
winning the SCIC Dean’s Special Honor
teachers from SCIC
houseboat at the marina in CA
me getting ready to go to Anacapa Island
Steph at the marina
Anacapa Island
Anacapa Island
Inspiration Point on Anacapa Island
Anacapa Island
view of the Channel Islands from the boat
fish tacos
a fabulous cheese board by Steph
Joshua Tree National Park
Joshua Tree National Park
Rosie and me at Joshua Tree National Park
Joshua Tree National Park
Joshua Tree National Park
Joshua Tree National Park
Joshua Tree National Park
Joshua Tree National Park
Joshua Tree National Park
Joshua Tree National Park
sushi with Steph
Steph’s wall of her artwork
In August, I: Began a strict exercise regime and lost 7 pounds. Helped my son Alex move to Richmond to begin school at Virginia Commonwealth University. Completed a 5-hour grammar course as a pre-task for the Teaching House CELTA course I’d begin on September 21. Met one of my Chinese students, Christine, and her mother (with Mike) in D.C. for dinner at Lincoln Restaurant. Went to Arena Stage Theatre with Mike to see Dear Evan Hansen. Had dinner with Sarah and Alex in Richmond at the Greek restaurant, Stella’s, and then drove to Monterey in southwestern Virginia to attend a women’s mid-life retreat organized by Annette of the blog Beauty Along the Road. Spent serious time decluttering. Walked all around Meadowlark Botanical Gardens with Mike. Saw a number of movies in theaters: A Borrowed Identity, Trainwreck, Samba, The End of the Tour, Phoenix, Ricki and the Flash, and Mr. Holmes. Watched the last season of Last Tango in Halifax and got involved in the Danish political series, Borgen. Read: I Am Having So Much Fun Here Without You by Courtney Maum and Still Life with Bread Crumbs by Anna Quindlen, both of which I loved!
me, Christine and Mike
Women’s retreat in Monterey, VA
Women’s retreat in Monterey, VA
Women’s retreat in Monterey, VA
Women’s retreat in Monterey, VA
Women’s retreat in Monterey, VA
Meadowlark Botanical Gardens
Meadowlark Botanical Gardens
Meadowlark Botanical Gardens
Meadowlark Botanical Gardens
Meadowlark Botanical Gardens
Meadowlark Botanical Gardens
Meadowlark Botanical Gardens
Meadowlark Botanical Gardens
cocktail hour on our mossy patio
In September, I: Took a walk with Mike at Meadowlark Gardens. Went to the Lake Anne Jazz Festival with our friends Karen and Michael, enjoying dinner and drinks at Kalypso’s Sports Tavern. Had dinner in Richmond with Sarah and Alex at Akida Japanese Restaurant and went shopping with them the next day. Went to Arena Stage with Mike to see Destiny of Desire, a telenovela comedy. Saw the movie Learning to Drive, with Patricia Clarkson, and then Grandma with Lily Tomlin. Saw, with Mike, Women Laughing Alone with Salad at the Woolly Mammoth Theatre downtown, after dinner at Jaleo. Saw Robert Redford and Nick Nolte in the hilarious A Walk in the Woods. Also enjoyed The Martian with Matt Damon. Began my one-month all-consuming |*CELTA course*| at Teaching House in D.C., which took up every bit of my time from September 21-October 16. Had to complete 2-3 hours of work every night in addition to the nearly 3-hour round-trip commute each day. Had intense assignments to do every weekend until the course ended on October 16. 🙂
Karen & Michael at Kalypso’s Sports Tavern
Mike & me at Kalypso’s Sports Tavern
me at Arena Stage Theatre
me at Woolly Mammoth Theatre
In October, I: Went for a happy hour with Mike at Seasons 52. Had lunch with my friend Farah and laughed our heads off at our children’s “angst” and “dilemmas.” Earned my CELTA certificate and also received a mock certificate from my classmates: “the person most likely to turn in a novel as a lesson plan.” Went with my fellow teachers and classmates for beer and wine at Church Key, a craft beer bar. Went to see Robert DeNiro in The Intern, and really related since I had been one of the world’s oldest living interns for 4 months in 2007, 3 months in 2008, and 9 months in 2009, at ages 51-52. Celebrated my 60th birthday early with family (Alex, Adam, Mike and Barbara) at The Melting Pot, a fondue restaurant. Had dinner with an old high school friend, Nancy, at Sweetwater Tavern in Sterling. Met with blogger Toby of Travels with Toby when she visited D.C. from Minnesota, exploring the National Gallery of Art and having lunch at Oyamel Cocina Mexicana, which combines Mexico’s rich regional diversity with the modern urban atmosphere of Mexico City. Oversaw the painting of our three upstairs bedrooms. Took a walk at the State Arboretum of Virginia, home to stands of oaks and maples, pines, a ginkgo grove, rolling meadowland, mountain vistas and many wetland plants and animals. Went for a three-day weekend to |*Assateague Island and Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge*| to celebrate my 60th birthday. Saw the wild ponies that Assateague is famous for, ate dinner at The Village (where we enjoyed oyster stew, crab cakes and Chincoteague oysters), and stayed at the lovely Channel Bass Inn. Took the Lighthouse Trail and climbed the lighthouse at Chincoteague on my birthday. Had my blood sucked ravenously by mosquitoes on the Woodland Trail. Took a drive on Beach Road and hiked the short Wildlife Loop to an observation platform overlooking Snow Goose Pool. Saw the meeting of several habitats: forests, fields and wetlands. Ate tacos at the food truck, Right Up Your Alley, and then borrowed two bicycles from the Inn to ride around the wildlife refuge. Celebrated my birthday with blackened grouper at Bill’s Prime Seafood & Steaks (Mike had Chincoteague oysters again). Ate a delicious breakfast of Mexican Eggs at the Inn with the innkeepers.
me at Seasons 52
Farah and me
Me with my CELTA students
a walk in the woods
a walk in the woods
National Gallery of Art
National Gallery of Art
me with Toby
Oyamel Cocina Mexicana
Oyamel Cocina Mexicana
State Arboretum of Virginia
State Arboretum of Virginia
State Arboretum of Virginia
State Arboretum of Virginia
me at Assateague Island
Assateague Island
Assateague Island
Mike at Assateague Island
Assateague Island
Assateague Island
wild pony at Assateague Island
me at Assateague Island
Channel Bass Inn
Lighthouse at Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge
me at the lighthouse
view from the lighthouse
view from the lighthouse
Mike at Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge
Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge
Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge
Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge
me & my bike at Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge
Mike bicycling at Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge
Mike in the Channel Bass Inn
breakfast at the Channel Bass Inn
Chincoteague
Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge
me at Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge
In November, I: Scrambled over rocks with Mike at Billy Goat Trail along the Potomac River. Went with Mike for our 27th anniversary (or 20th) to the corner where three states meet: Virginia, West Virginia and Maryland. Visited Elmwood Cemetery where countless Confederate soldiers from the Battle of Antietam are interred. Explored the charming town of Shepherdstown, WV and ate special grilled cheese sandwiches and vegetable chipotle chili at Shepherdstown Sweet Shop Bakery. Stopped at the Visitor Center at Antietam National Battlefield and hiked the Snavely Ford Trail, following Antietam Creek. Walked the 1.6 mile Bloody Lane Trail, where a “carpet of red, gray and blue” was left after the carnage of that bloody Civil War battle. Enjoyed dinner at The Press Room and got comfy at the Jacob Rohrbach Inn. Hiked the 1.6 mile Cornfield Trail, where as many as 8,000 men were killed or wounded from dawn until 9 a.m., and visited the Dunker Church at Antietam. Walked my favorite trail at Antietam, the Final Attack Trail, with its rolling hills and grand vistas. Visited the C&O Canal after leaving Antietam. Enjoyed lunch at the Mexican Restaurant, Mi Degollado II in Shepherdstown, and then drove back home after our anniversary celebration weekend. Celebrated Thanksgiving at my sister Joan’s house in Salisbury, MD; in a rare alignment of the stars, all three of my adult children were in attendance. Enjoyed huevos rancheros and bacon and waffles the next day with Mike’s sister Barbara. Finished Isabelle Allende’s The Infinite Plan and went to see the movies Steve Jobs, Bridge of Spies, and Spotlight. Went with Mike to a Madeleine Peyroux concert at the Barns of Wolf Trap. Completed the 12-week course, The Artists’s Way at Work: Riding the Dragon.
glowing trees in the Whole Foods parking lot
me on Billy Goat Trail
Mike on Billy Goat Trail
Billy Goat Trail
Billy Goat Trail
the Potomac River on Billy Goat Trail
Virginia countryside
Virginia countryside
Virginia countryside
Virginia countryside
Elmwood Cemetery
Shepherdstown, West Virginia
Shepherdstown, West Virginia
Shepherdstown, West Virginia
Shepherdstown, West Virginia
Shepherdstown, West Virginia
Shepherdstown, West Virginia
Antietam National Battlefield
Burnside Bridge at Antietam
Mike on the Snavely Ford Trail
Snavely Ford Trail at Antietam
Snavely Ford Trail
Snavely Ford Trail
Snavely Ford Trail
Snavely Ford Trail
Snavely Ford Trail
View of the Bloody Lane
View of the Bloody Lane
Bloody Lane Trail at Antietam
Bloody Lane Trail at Antietam
Celebrating our anniversary at The Press Room
Jacob Rohrbach Inn
Cornfield Trail at Antietam
me on the Cornfield Trail
Cornfield Trail
me on the Final Attack Trail
Final Attack Trail
Mike having lunch at Mi Degollado II
Mi Degollado II
Thanksgiving at my sister’s house
Thanksgiving at my sister’s house
In December, I: Went to Mike’s company Christmas party where we took crazy photos in a photo booth. Had lunch with Alex and Sarah at Fresca…on Addison, while Mike went to a football game (University of Richmond vs. William & Mary). Explored the Museum of Fine Arts and then went to Lewis Ginter’s Dominion Gardenfest of Lights (“H2Whoa”) with Alex and his girlfriend Ariana, and then had a Cuban dinner at Kuba-Kuba Restaurante y Bodega. Took Adam and his friend Aeryn to dinner for his 23rd birthday at Sakura Japanese Steakhouse. Had a tough month with our youngest son after his housemates in Maryland asked him to move out of their house because of a disagreement. Escaped the house with Mike, going to the Downtown Holiday Market and the National Portrait Gallery. Visited Washington National Cathedral to see the crèches displayed from around the world, our family tradition. Stopped at the Lebanese Taverna Market for lunch. Had Christmas Eve dinner at Barb’s house and celebrated Christmas day with Mike, the boys, & Barbara with our traditional brunch. Took gifts to Sarah in Richmond and then visited my father and stepmother in Yorktown, where we spent the night. Stopped at Lowery’s Seafood Restaurant for lunch in Tappahannock on New Year’s Eve day. Fell asleep before midnight, unable to welcome in 2016.
Mike all decked out for his company Christmas party
me doing my best
Us in the photo booth at the Christmas party
Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond
Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond
Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond
Ariana and Alex at Lewis Ginter
Mike, me and Alex at Lewis Ginter
Aeryn, Adam and Mike at Sakura Japanese Steak House
Thursday, January 17: Oman Air flight 331 flew in over the green Churia Hills of Nepal as the sun went down. Below were soft peaks with winding dirt paths etched into their surfaces. As we landed, the sun went down in a spectacular array of corals and lavender. We were on the ground in Kathmandu.
Kathmandu Guest House offered a free airport pick up. I spotted the sign, greeting the Nepali man with “Namaste,” head bowed and hands in a prayer pose. In Sanskrit the word is namah + te = namaste which means “I bow to you” – my greetings, salutations or prostration to you. The greeting helps one see the true divine spirit in everyone and meet them at the soul level. I loved this greeting and gesture of honoring another person and found myself wishing we all would great each other in this way.
I hopped into a dilapidated van, and we drove through the city to the tourist neighborhood of Thamel, where KGH, and practically every other guesthouse in Kathmandu, was located. We bounced along over potholes in the dirt roads. On the way through the smog and haze of the city, we heard a cacophony of honking horns. Colorful figures wrapped in yak’s wool blankets moved through the darkening sky under neon lights; some sat tending ramshackle shops or hunched over baskets of cabbages and tomatoes. Cars, brightly painted trucks and hordes of motorbikes clogged the roads. The city reminded me of many poor cities, but especially Delhi, Hanoi and Addis Ababa.
I headed directly to the garden restaurant for a glass of wine and some dinner. It was chilly, but I sat strategically under a heat lamp to keep somewhat warm. I ordered fish tikka and some garlic naan, all delicious.
After dinner, I wandered out into the streets of Thamel, where there were lots of Chinese and Korean tourists mingling with the Nepalis. And there were the expected Western tourists wearing their colorful woolen hats with ear flaps & tassels. Sometimes their hair was dyed platinum or hot pink or matted in dreadlocks. Sometimes their hair was just clipped up to their heads in a razzmatazz way. Either way, I didn’t think I had to worry about what my hair looked like here, as everyone looked a mess!
I wandered past shops selling singing bowls, thangka paintings, brass Buddhas and Hindu deities, pashminas, jewelry, Nepali crafts, embroidered handbags, books, maps, guidebooks, meditation and chanting CDs, carpets, scarves, and knock-off trekking gear. I heard the Tibetan Incantations that my friend Mona Lisa sent me before I came; she had told me I’d hear it everywhere on the streets of Kathmandu. I bought the CD from a shopkeeper for 250 rupees ($2.91). Other shops offered every kind of thing a tourist could ever want: money exchange, internet, SIM cards, photo printing, trekking, bicycling or rafting trips. This was the place of dreams; whatever dream you had, these vendors could supply. I wondered: could they give me the answers to my problems, the dilemmas of my life?
Flying into Kathmandu
Flying into Kathmandu
fish tikka and naan
me at the restaurant
Thamel
Thamel
Thamel
Thamel
Kathmandu Guest House
a carriage
Kathmandu Guest House
Kathmandu: Swayambhunath
Friday, January 18: After eating a great buffet breakfast in the chilly courtyard dining area of Kathmandu Guest House, I sat down over coffee with Uttam Phuyal and Lamichhane Dipak so they could help me plan my stay in Nepal. As I didn’t have any time to plan or even read anything about Nepal before I came, I relied on their advice as native Nepalis. They came up with a great plan, which included a city tour of Kathmandu today (Friday), a flight Saturday to Pokhara with a two night stay there, a return to Kathmandu on Monday, a drive to Nagarkot via Bhaktapur on Tuesday, a long walk from Nagarkot to Changu Narayan on Wednesday with a return to Kathmandu that night, and finally another day in Kathmandu. All this for the cost of $600, not including entrance fees to attractions, lunch, dinner or my stays at Kathmandu Guest House.
Our first day in Kathmandu, we started with Swayambhu (or Swayambhunath), a 5th century Buddhist stupa that is the source of Kathmandu Valley’s creation myth. Tantric Buddhists believe that an act of worship on this conical hill carries 13 billion times more merit here than anywhere else, according to the Rough Guide to Nepal. Though many tourists call it the “Monkey Temple,” the name minimizes its importance to Buddhism.
On the hilltop to the west of Swayambhu, at Manjushri Shrine, we encountered a wishing pool with a brass bowl in front of a Buddha image. If you tossed a coin and it went into the bowl, your wish was sure to be granted. I only had one coin in my possession. I made a wish, tossed the coin, and watched as it danced to the bottom of the pond.
At Swayambhu, we found artfully arranged slivers of coconut; Buddha’s three all-seeing eyes, two of which stand for world peace and one for meditation; and a completely solid white-washed dome, which symbolizes the womb. Monkeys flitted about on walls and the walkway and gathered for a small community meeting on the walkway. Pilgrims walked around the stupa in a clockwise direction, turning the prayer wheels around the perimeter. According to Rough Guide to Nepal, there are six thousand small prayer wheels around the perimeter of the hill.
My guide Buddhi told me that the colors of the prayer flags represented the five elements: earth, water, air, fire and sky. He told me Nepal’s people are about 75% Hindu, 15% Buddhist, and 5% Christians.
We came upon the gilt-roofed Harati Mandir, built to appease Harati (also known as Ajima), historically the goddess of smallpox, but now known as the goddess of all childhood diseases. Harati/Ajima is both feared, as the bearer of disease, and revered, as the protectress from disease (if appropriately appeased).
Around the edges of the complex were the ubiquitous tourist attractions: a cafe in Nirvana and healing bowls offered as solutions to the soul’s distress. A courtyard full of monuments held the gravestones of monks who have lived and died here. At the northeast corner was the Shree Karma Raj Mahavihar, an active Buddhist monastery with its big Buddha and numerous butter candles, which Tibetan Buddhists light much as Catholics do.
As nice as my guide Buddhi was, I found myself wishing I didn’t have a guide so I could spend time in a clockwise walking meditation around the stupa, turning the prayer wheels slowly. I had enjoyed these kinds of walking meditations before, especially using labyrinths in the Episcopal Church. I liked moving slowly on predetermined paths while trying to still the incessant chatter in my mind.
Courtyard of Kathmandu Guest House
flowers at Kathmandu Guest House
Kathmandu Guest House
a wishing pool near Swayambhu
Swayambhu
Swayambhu
coconut for sale
monkeys at “The Monkey Temple”
Buddha’s eyes on the stupa stand for world peace. The third eye is for meditation
the Swayambhu stupa
monkeys at “The Monkey Temple”
monkeys at “The Monkey Temple”
the Swayambhu stupa
cemetery of monks
Swayambhu
Buddha heads at Swayambhu
Shree Karma Raj Mahavihar
Shree Karma Raj Mahavihar
a monk splashes arcs of saffron paint over the stupa in a lotus-flower pattern
the steps to Swayambhu
an oversized vajra, a tantric symbol of power and indestructibility
the bullet shaped shikra of Anantapur
pilgrims and tourists rove around the stupa
colorful prayer flags representing the 5 elements of earth, water, air, fire & sky
pilgrims at Swayambhu
reclining Buddha
Kathmandu: Durbar Square
One of the eight Cultural World Heritage sites by UNESCO, Kathmandu Durbar Square is a cluster of ancient temples, palaces, courtyards and streets that date back from the 12th to the 18th centuries. The square is known to be the social, religious and urban focal point of Kathmandu.
We found Kasthamandap, an ancient open pagoda-roofed pavilion said to be Kathmandu’s oldest building and one of the oldest wooden buildings in the world. The name of Kathmandu probably came from this building. Buddhi told me it was built in the 12th century from the wood of a single tree. We passed the 17th century Trailokya Mohan, a three-roofed pagoda dedicated to Narayan, the Nepali name for Vishnu, and the 17th-century Maju Dewal atop a pyramid of 9 stepped levels.
At Kumari Chowk, we hoped to get a glimpse of Kathmandu’s Raj Kumari, the most important of a dozen or so “living goddesses” in Kathmandu Valley.
The Kumari is a prepubescent girl who is worshiped as the living incarnation of the goddess Taleju. Apparently the last Malla King of Kathmandu, the weak Jaya Prakash, lusted after Taleju. Offended, she told the king that he should select a virgin girl in whom the goddess could dwell. The Kumari is considered a Hindu goddess, but she is chosen from the Buddhist Shakya clan of goldsmiths. Elders interview Shakya girls between the ages of 3 and 5 and base their decision on whether she has 32 auspicious signs: a neck like a conch shell, a body like a Banyan Tree, etc. (Rough Guide to Nepal).
The young goddess lives a cloistered life inside the Kumari Chowk and is only carried outside on her throne during certain festivals. Her feet are never allowed to touch the ground. The goddess’s spirit is said to flow out of her with her first menstruation, at which time she is retired with a modest pension. Apparently, it’s hard for the Kumari to find a husband since legend has it that the Kumari’s husband will die young.
The Kumari courtyard was decorated with intricately carved windows and doorways. We were told upon our arrival into the courtyard that she was having something to eat, but we waited for a bit and she finally showed her face at the window, dressed in an auspicious red-colored coat, her eyes heavily made up. This Kumari had been in place since 2008, since she was 3 years old, meaning she was at that time about 8 years old. Sadly, it was strictly forbidden to photograph the Kumari.
Walking along, we came to another area chock full of temples — and pigeons. We saw a column topped with a gilded statue of King Pratap Malla. East of this column was the 16th century pagoda-style Jagannath Mandir. The struts supporting the lower roof of the temple contained numerous erotic carvings, quite common in Nepali temples. Other smaller temples surrounded the Jagannath Mandir. Cows lounged in the square among the pigeons, and a solitary monk stood silently, not moving, accepting donations in a bowl. Buddhi told me that monks don’t ever ask people for money, but just stand silently in the belief that people will give them alms.
At Taleju Mandir, which sits atop a 12-tiered plinth, we saw Kathmandu’s largest temple, erected in the mid-16th century by King Mahendra Malla, who made a law that no building could exceed it in height. This law was in force through the mid-20th century.
Finally, we went to the Old Royal Palace, usually called Hanuman Dhoka. A statue of the monkey-god Hanuman stood outside, installed by the 17th century king, Pratap Malla, to ward off evil spirits. The Hanuman idol was veiled to render his stare safe from mortals and he’d been anointed with mustard oil and vermilion paste (abhir) through the centuries.
We entered the courtyard through the brightly decorated Hanuman Dhoka (Hanuman Gate). The large central courtyard inside, called the Nassal Chowk, was the setting for King Birendra’s coronation in 1975. The brick wings of the southern and eastern walls date from the 16th century.
These sites at Durbar Square received significant damage due to the devastating earthquake of 2015 but most structures still remain.
It started to sprinkle and we heard claps of thunder. We headed back immediately to the car, where we hopped in just in time. As soon as we were in the car, driving toward the great stupa of Boudha, it began to pour.
on the way to Durbar Square
Trailokya Mohan Narayan Temple
Kumari Chowk
me under the window where the Kumari appears
Kumari Chowk: the top center window is where the Kumari finally appears for a showing
Kumari Chowk
Column of King Pratap Malla and the Jagannath Mandir
near Jagannath Mandir
cows and pigeons in the square
a monk stands silently seeking alms in front of Jagannath Mandir
one of the many temples in this complex
Chasin Dega
Kala Bhairab
Lion’s Gate to Taleju Mandir
Panch Mukhi Hanuman Mandir
Nassal Chowk, the interior courtyard of the Old Royal Palace (Hanuman Dhoka)
Chasin Dega
Kathmandu Valley: The Boudha Stupa
The great stupa at Boudha (also known as Boudhanath), guessed to have been built in the 5th century, was the biggest, most auspicious landmark along the ancient Kathmandu-Tibet trade route. One of the world’s largest stupas, Boudha is also the most important Tibetan Buddhist monument outside of Tibet.
The Boudha stupa commands veneration because it’s believed that it contains holy relics, perhaps part of the Buddha’s body (bones, hair and teeth) and possibly objects owned or touched by him, including ritual objects and sacred texts. Because the stupa has been sealed for centuries, no one knows for certain what is inside, but faith continues to draw pilgrims to this day.
Pilgrims come from all over the Himalayan region because of the Boudha’s powers to fulfill wishes and bestow blessings. People are allowed to climb up on to the stupa’s base. The stupa is elevated on three 20-cornered plinths of decreasing size; this establishes the idea of the stupa as a mandala, or meditation tool. The Buddha’s blue eyes are painted on four sides of the central spire, topped by the 13 steps to nirvana.
Buddhi and I walked clockwise around the huge stupa. We stopped into a studio where thangkas were painted. A good thangka takes hundreds — even thousands — of painstaking hours to do. I watched as an apprentice worked on one with fierce concentration.
There are four main types of thangkas: Wheel of Life, Buddha’s Life Story, tantric deities, and finally mandala drawings used in meditation. I was interested in these, so I did buy two of them, but not the outrageously expensive ones: a mandala and a wheel of life.
On one side of the stupa, we stopped into a room with a giant prayer wheel, where I was able to turn the wheel while saying a prayer for the thing I wanted most in this world. Then we climbed up into the Tamang gompa, where we had a good vantage point of the stupa.
From the balcony, we could see people climbing and walking atop the stupa, but Buddhi said that today was not an auspicious day to climb up on the stupa. Apparently the monks determine which days are auspicious and announce those days to the public; today wasn’t one of them, but that didn’t stop people from climbing up.
I commented on the pigeons that were like drab confetti sprinkled all over Kathmandu. Buddhi told me that while Europeans routinely poison pigeons because they’re nuisances, Buddhists believe all life is sacred. They value the lives of pigeons, as they do every life (I didn’t know if what he said about Europeans was true!).
We continued to make the circle around the Boudha, enjoying the colorful shops, the devout pilgrims turning prayer wheels and walking meditatively, the different perspectives of the Boudha, and warm wool gloves for sale along the way.
After wandering around the stupa, we ate lunch at Boudha Kitchen, where I had a delicious Momo and vegetable noodle soup and an order of Momos on top of that. It was too much food! It was delicious, although I took most of the momo order back to the hotel for a snack later.
After our lunch and long stop at the Boudha, we headed next to the cremation grounds of Pashupatinath.
The Boudha Stupa
pilgrims & tourists walk clockwise around the Boudha stupa
the Boudha with prayer flags
pilgrims & tourists walk clockwise around the Boudha stupa
the painted doors and walls inside Tamang gompa
The Boudha Stupa
back on the ground again: pigeons up close and personal
wollen gloves
a mandala thangka
Boudha Kitchen
Momo and vegetable noodle soup at Boudha Kitchen
Kathmandu Valley: the Cremation Grounds of Pashupatinath
Pashupatinath, a complex of temples, statues, and pilgrims, is Nepal’s holiest Hindu pilgrimage site. Buddhi took me directly to the public cremation grounds along the Bagmati River, which he told me was a tributary of the sacred Ganges in India. He also told me it was okay to take pictures, which I did because I found it fascinating. In Varanasi, India, it was strictly forbidden to take photos, so I saw this as an opportunity. If you think it might offend your sensibilities, then I might suggest you don’t read further (or look at my pictures)!
We found a spot along the east bank of the river across from Arya Ghat, the cremation area reserved for the higher castes: for prominent politicians, minor royals, and these days, anyone else who can afford it. We stood on a stone terrace studded with 15 great shivalaya (boxy linga shelters), erected to honor women who committed sati on the pyres opposite. Sati was the now-banned practice where a widowed woman threw herself on her husband’s funeral pyre. Other onlookers were positioned on a bridge over the river.
There were two cremations in progress. Buddhi told me that when a Hindu dies, the body must be burned on that same day. It takes about 3 hours for a body to burn, during which time the family stands and watches respectfully. After the body burns, the ashes are thrown into the Bagmati River. Sadly, the river itself was clogged with rubbish: plastic bags and containers and every other sort of debris you can imagine. I couldn’t understand why there wasn’t some effort by the Hindu community or by the government to keep such a holy place clean.
Both corpses were wrapped in orange-colored cloths, which Buddhi said was a spiritual color. The first body was taken down to the river by family members and the feet were washed. I couldn’t tell if the corpse was a man or a woman. Buddhi told me that the feet of the corpse were washed in order to purify the body, to wash away its sins. After the feet of the first were washed, the family of the second body carried it down to the river and performed the same ritual.
After the washing rituals, the two families carried both bodies under the bridge to the cremation pyres upriver, to the Ram Ghat, which was used for cremations by all castes. These two cremations were obviously of the lower castes since the bodies were burned here.
The bodies were put on two pyres. The families used yak tails to brush away the evil spirits and then placed marigold necklaces around the deceased’s necks. Then the families placed brush on top of the bodies and the eldest sons walked around the bodies seven times. Buddhi didn’t think these two bodies were related people, as there seemed to be two separate families gathered around each body and they didn’t seem to mingle. We watched in silence as they started to burn the bodies, but it was obvious it would be a slow process.
Before I came here, my friend Mona Lisa told me that when she spent five months living in Kathmandu, she used to come here to watch the cremations. It gave her a sense of calm to watch the way Nepalis accept and understand the cycle of life. As Westerners, we tend to treat death as something to be feared, whereas Eastern cultures see it as a part of the natural cycle. I didn’t feel upset watching these cremations as, over the years, I have become more accepting, and less afraid, of death. I found other cultures’ treatment of death as interesting, something I could learn from.
Buddhi pointed out the tall whitewashed buildings overlooking the river as dharmsala (pilgrims’ rest houses), for Hindus who were approaching death. He likened them to what we westerners know as Hospice.
After Pashupatinath, we headed back to Kathmandu Guest House, where I checked my emails, rested a bit, ate my leftover Momos from lunch, and then headed to the outdoor dining area for an Everest beer. I relaxed and read the book I brought along, What I Loved by Siri Hustvedt. So far, this book had been about the friendship between two men, art critic Leo and Bill, a famous artist. It also involved their wives, Lucille (Bill’s first wife), Violet (his second) and Erica (Leo’s wife) and the families’ sons: Matthew and Mark. This was the first night I’d picked up the book in Nepal, though I had been reading it for some time in Oman before I came here. I was shocked to come upon the death of Leo and Erica’s son Matthew in a freak accident at camp. It was funny how reading a book could color your experience of a place, and I was upset reading this turn of events in the book. Little did I know how disturbing it would become in the coming days.
fruits and vegetables for sale
the family washes the deceased feet in the Bagmati River
watching burials
one of many sacred cows along the riverbank
one of many sacred cows along the riverbank
Kathmandu Guest House courtyard
Arrival in Pokhara: The Pokhara Bazaar & Bindyabasini Mandir
Saturday, January 19: Saturday morning I got up early at Kathmandu Guest House for an 8 a.m. Yeti Airlines flight to Pokhara, the closest thing to a resort town in Nepal. Here the contrast between the high, sheer icy peaks of the Himalayas and the subtropical lush valley and lake shore of Pokhara was the most noticeable in Nepal. From Pokhara there was a clear view of the 8,000+ meter Annapurna and Manaslu ranges, just 25 km to the north. In addition, one peak of the 6,997 meter twin-peaked summit of Machhapuchhre (“Fish-Tailed”) dominated the skyline.
I arrived in Pokhara and was driven directly to the Pokhara View Garden Hotel, a sister hotel of Kathmandu Guest House (Pokhara View Garden Hotel). There was no view of Phewa Tal (Phewa Lake) from my hotel, but as I walked to my balcony I caught a glimpse of the garden below, the town of Pokhara, and the cloud-topped Himalayas. This was my first view of the Himalayas in Nepal.
I didn’t want to hang out in the hotel, so I headed immediately out to do a city tour of Pokhara. The first place we went was to the Pokhara Bazaar, a small old Newari market town along a former trade route from Butwal to Mustang. My driver dropped me at one end of what he called the Old Market, and I just walked along taking pictures. I found the old painted buildings and the businesses to be quite photogenic.
I came across two children concentrating seriously on their schoolwork. I asked if I could take their picture, and the little girl jumped up to pose. She looked so earnest, I couldn’t help thinking she was like I was when I was a kid. I used to be so studious, and took great pleasure in doing my homework to perfection.
After my walk down the market street, we climbed up a hill to Bindyabasini Mandir, a Hindu temple complex sitting atop a hill with sweeping views of Pokhara and the Himalayas. Bindyabasini is an incarnation of the Hindu goddess Kali in her bloodthirsty aspect. Apparently animal sacrifices are common here. Luckily I didn’t see any such thing going on while I was up there, but I did see a long line of people waiting with gifts for the deity.
flying into Pokhara
my room at the Pokhara View Garden Hotel
the view of the mountains from my balcony at Pokhara View Garden Hotel
Pokhara Bazaar
Pokhara Bazaar
an enticing little cart
this little boy and girl are working diligently in their schoolbooks
movie posters
two HIndu ladies walking down from the temple wearing auspicious red
a view of farms and haystacks as we walk up to the temple
a rather unique looking Hindu worshipper
view from Bindyabasini Mandir
lines of pilgrims waiting to present offerings to the goddess
Bindyabasini Mandir
making offerings
offerings for sale outside of the temple
pokhara: mahendra cave, seti gorge, a buddhist monastery & the regional museum
After leaving the Hindu temple, we continued on our “City Tour” of Pokhara, which, other than the Buddhist monastery, turned out to be one disappointment after another. The things the Nepalis called tourist attractions in Pokhara were a far cry from what the rest of the world called tourist attractions. I wished I hadn’t wasted my time and money seeing them on a “guided” tour. I only had a driver who barely spoke English, so there was no “guiding” being done.
First we went to Mahendra Cave. According to Mahendra Cave‘s website, this cave’s main attraction was that it was completely different from other gufa ( gufa being “cave” in Nepali). The other draw was that 95% of tourists visited it!! What a circular argument. It was popular because so many people visited it, and people visited it because it was popular. No reason was given for its popularity, nor did I find any reason for its popularity once I went there. We climbed down into it and it was barely lit. It had no walkways, so I found myself stumbling down a long twisted passage, tripping and stubbing my toes. And all this for what? There was absolutely NOTHING to see, mainly because there were no lights!!
The next stop was even better. The Seti River gorge was quite a sight to behold. Rough Guide to Nepal called it “dramatic,” but I didn’t see much dramatic about it. Hmmm. It would have been better to spend my time strolling aimlessly around the town of Pokhara and around the lake. Those activities were much more pleasant than visiting these “tourist sites.”
The best thing on this second half of the city tour was the Karma Dubgyud Chhoekhorling Manag Monastery. It was a Buddhist Monastery with both Nepali and Tibetan monks. What made it lovely was its colorful temple and the views of Pokhara from atop its hilltop location.
The Pokhara Regional Museum was okay; it was a small museum with displays on Nepali ethnic groups. The woman who took my money at the door acted like she was doing me a big favor allowing me on the premises.
After our tour, I asked my driver to drop me at a restaurant near lakeside so I could eat some lunch and enjoy the views of the lake.
the not-so-fabulous Mahendra Cave
the bridge over the Seti River Gorge
the steps that leave me breathless walking up to the monastery
Karma Dubgyud Chhoekhorling Manag Monastery
the view of Pokhara from the monastery
Karma Dubgyud Chhoekhorling Manag Monastery
Karma Dubgyud Chhoekhorling Manag Monastery
Buddha & friends
Buddha in the garden
display in The Pokhara Regional Museum
pokhara: lunch at the black & white cafe and a lakeside view
After the tour was over, I asked the driver to drop me at the Black & White Cafe near the lakeside so I could eat some lunch. I ordered the famous Nepali dish I’d heard all about: daal bhaat. Many Nepalis ate this as their only meal twice a day, every day of their lives. It consisted of rice, lentils, vegetable curry, some pickled relish.
After lunch, I walked along Phewa Lake toward my hotel, so I could relax a bit before my planned afternoon walk along the lake shore.
At a little lakeside shrine, I was intercepted by a Tibetan lady who appealed to me to buy some of her jewelry. She told me she was a woman without a country, without citizenship. I felt bad for her struggles. I looked at her jewelry, and if I had liked any of it, I would have bought something. But I didn’t particularly care for anything she had to sell. With all the people in Nepal who were asking for help, just as in India, I could not help everyone. I did try to buy things from locals, but my general rule was to only buy if I really liked something. Otherwise I’d have been handing out money every half hour or so, and accumulating things I didn’t need or want. I was not wealthy and I had to scrimp and save for every vacation. In so many parts of the world, everyone thought Westerners had money to throw away.
I returned to my hotel where I went out on my balcony to search for a view of the Annapurna Range. This afternoon, the mountains were shrouded in clouds. I did enjoy a view of the gardens and the town, and read a bit of my book, What I Loved, before I went out for a lovely walk around the lake.
the outside of the Black & White Cafe
a little shrine or temple on the lake
Phewa Lake
pretty boats all ajumble in the lake
pokhaha: a stroll around phewa tal & seeking shelter (& warmth) at moondance
In the afternoon, I met a young guide named Krishna who took me on a stroll through part of the town and along the shore of Phewa Tal (Phewa Lake).
Krishna was an amiable & easy-going young man who told me he was neither Buddhist nor Hindu, but Christian, a minority in Nepal. He pointed out birds along the way, and when we got to the lake, we walked silently, watching the paragliders ride the wind down to the lakeshore from Sarangkot. We saw ox and water buffalo and white egrets among the waterlogged water hyacinths.
Because the watershed was steep and fast changing, large amounts of sediment were carried down into the lake, which settled out, forming a delta that covered the western third of the lake. Water hyacinths started appearing along the lake edge a decade ago and continued spreading. Locals organized clean-up sessions in order to keep the water hyacinths from taking over.
We came across a Nepali movie being filmed. It was called Kale and was scheduled to be released in January 2014. A skimpily-clad man sat in a canoe on the lake being filmed. He reminded me of Daniel Day-Lewis in Braveheart, from what I could see from a small cliff above the shore.
We met a famous Nepali actor hanging out on his motorcycle at the top of a small cliff; with a large grin he asked jokingly if I thought he was handsome. I was taken aback and smiled. “Oh yes! Of course!” I said, though he was certainly NOT handsome. He was actually a little scary-looking. He said he played a fighter in the movie. His name was Sagar Ansari and he had been in other movies, including Kalapani, which he said I could buy in a DVD shop. Then he agreed to pose with me in front of the movie poster glued to the hood of their filming truck.
After that bit of excitement, we leisurely strolled back toward town as the sky grew increasingly ominous. As we approached town, we heard thunder and raindrops started dropping around us like prickly needles. I told Krishna I would see him the next day for another walk, and I dashed into Moondance for a drink and a light dinner. It was Happy Hour, so I got a free slice of pizza with a reduced-price Everest Beer. Santana’s 1970 rendition of “Oye Como Va” played on the sound system, while outdoors, cows mooed at full decibel as they leisurely sauntered by. A motorcycle pulled another motorcycle by rope past the restaurant as torrents of rain poured from a sky smudged with charcoal.
I sat next to a fireplace where the staff was trying to get a fire going, but it wasn’t really taking and wasn’t putting out much heat. I decided to linger longer, in hopes of getting warmer, and ordered some delicious bruschetta with feta on top.
I sat in the restaurant until the storm passed, and then I walked back to the hotel, where I tried to get comfortable in my room, which had no heat. Luckily there were extra blankets in the cupboard, which I piled on top of myself. I felt like I was sleeping under a heavy coat of armor. I didn’t even want to get out of bed to use the bathroom or brush my teeth, it was so cold.
I poked my head out from under the covers just enough to read my book, What I Loved, on my Kindle. The story was becoming increasingly disturbing as Bill & Violet’s son, Mark, compulsively lied about everything in his life; he was so charming, everyone believed everything he said. Mark, who was the friend of Leo & Erica’s son Matthew before he died, not only lied, but got involved with an artist named Teddy Grimes, who created horribly violent art filled with maiming and mayhem, as a statement about pop culture’s fascination with horror films. What was doubly disturbing was this artist’s creation of a myth about himself as a violent murderer in order to get publicity for himself and his art. Reality and myth and art were getting all tangled up in this book, which I found unsettling.
When I couldn’t take more of this story, I turned on the TV and watched episode after episode of the American TV series I’d heard a lot about: Homeland. I got caught up in several episodes and in the midst of the second one, at about 1 a.m., the electricity went out and I had to face a long night ahead trying to sleep in the ice-cold room.
colorful lodging along the way
a balcony covered in Flame Vine, or orange trumpet vine
another colorful restaurant
bicycles in Pokhara
Phewa Tal
lakeshore wetlands
The movie poster for Kale
me at Phewa Tal
me with Sagar Ansari
lakeshore wetlands
Krishna, my guide for today
lakeshore wetlands
a restaurant along the lake
boats on Phewa Tal
another bicycle
Moondance ~ where I come in out of the rain
flowers in a bowl outside of Moondance
bruschetta with feta and Everest Beer
boats on Phewa Tal
pokhara: the electricity dilemma, a stroll around town, & a little shopping spree
Sunday, January 20: Sunday morning I woke up to a room that felt like a walk-in refrigerator. On top of that, there was no electricity in the Pokhara View Garden Hotel. I walked out on the balcony, where the sun was shining and it was warmer than in my room. There, in front of me, were the gorgeous Himalayas: the Annapurna & Manaslu Ranges and one fin of the double-finned Machhapuchhre, nicknamed “Fishtailed.” There were no clouds or pollution obscuring the morning’s view. The snow-capped peaks loomed in the distance, a sharp contrast to the tropical valley of Pokhara, with its colorful buildings and its abundance of bright red poinsettia and orange trumpet vines.
After admiring the view for a bit, I threw on some clothes and went down to the front desk to inquire about the electricity. The guy who was always at reception told me there wouldn’t be any electricity for a while, probably until around 1:00 in the afternoon. I was flabbergasted. Why not?
He explained patiently that there was a schedule put out by the Nepal Electricity Authority, but the hotel didn’t have the current schedule so he couldn’t tell me for sure when the electricity would be back on. Apparently the NEA did what was called load shedding: cutting off the electric current on certain lines when the demand became greater than the supply. Rumor had it that this load shedding occured throughout the country in a rolling fashion for about 14 hours a day every day!!
I found this odd, because in Kathmandu Airport, there were signs spaced equidistant along the Arrivals corridor spelling out little-known facts about Nepal. One of the facts I remember went something like this: Nepal was second only to Brazil for its water resources. Wasn’t that great for hydroelectricity? Later, after I googled this, I found Nepal was not even on the top-9 list of water-rich countries. Brazil was in fact #1, but the Russian Federation was second. Canada was #3, the U.S. was #7 and India was #9 (FAO: Water-rich countries).
I supposed I didn’t notice this electricity problem in Kathmandu because at Kathmandu Guest House they had a generator, and most businesses in the tourist area of Thamel must have had generators too. Obviously, Pokhara View Garden Hotel was more of a budget operation, and there was no electricity to be had. They had a generator, but they only turned it on at certain times of day. The guy at reception assured me I could take a shower because there was hot water, but I told him I couldn’t wash my hair unless I could use a hair dryer. He told me I should try back at around 1:00.
I was supposed to go the World Peace Pagoda after 1:00 with a guide, so I had the morning just to wander. I did just that. I walked around the town taking pictures and enjoying the views of the Annapurna Range and “Fishtailed” and Phewa Lake and the colorful, funky shops. I bought a few unnecessary items: a pretty embroidered bag, some hiking pants, a bunch of books, a necklace and a top, all for about 9,000 Nepali Rupees, or over $100!! I always swear when I travel I am not going to buy ANYTHING, yet there I went again! There were so many cool things to buy in Nepal’s enticing shops, I couldn’t help myself.
I went back to the hotel to check on the electricity and to drop off my purchases, but still there was no power. When I looked at the Himalayas off the balcony again, I saw them in a different light. I walked back to town, where I found the Love Kush Restaurant, which advertised pumpkin soup. A bowl of hot soup sounded very good, so I enjoyed that along with some garlic toast.
Everywhere I went, I greeted Nepalis with “Namaste.” I also learned the word for “Thank you” today: “Danyaybat.” I kept getting tongue-tied and forgot the syllables every time I tried to say it. I am terrible with languages. Isn’t that sad for someone who teaches second languages to people?
After lunch I returned to the hotel to find the power was on, but my guide had arrived and it was time to go to the World Peace Pagoda. I guessed there would be no shower for me until that evening.
the amazing Himalayas
colorful houses and gardens with the World Peace Pagoda in the background
peeks at the Himalayas as I walk around town
a Nepali boy looking like a dragon
shops along the way
flower drapery
love the bright colors in Pokhara
Nepali woman sitting along the roadside
the Himalayas
the Himalayas in a different light
Pokhara
the Annapurna and Manaslu Ranges
Love Kush Restaurant
inside Love Kush
pokhara & the valley: devi’s fall, tashiling & the world peace pagoda
We started our trip to the World Peace Pagoda by making a stop at Devi’s Fall, where the stream that drains Phewa Tal flows into a channel and sinks underground. The sinkhole’s name is based on the name of a Swiss woman named Devin who drowned in 1961 while skinny-dipping with her boyfriend. The name Devi usually means “goddess,” so the name of the falls may be due to the Nepali’s tendency to deify everything. According to Rough Guide to Nepal, this may have been a story fabricated to warn Nepalis to “shun promiscuous Western ways.” I was under-impressed.
Next stop: the Tibetan settlement of Tashiling which had about 750 residents. I saw a demonstration of some women making yarn and weaving carpets, then I was shown around a showroom where someone was hoping I’d buy a carpet. I didn’t, much to their disappointment.
On our drive up to the World Peace Pagoda, we stopped numerous times to take pictures of the valley and the agricultural terraces. Mustard was about the only thing growing.
The World Peace Pagoda is a Buddhist stupa built to inspire peace. It’s designed to provide a focus for people of all races and creeds, and to help unite them in their search for world peace. A Japanese Buddhist organization, Nipponzan Myohoji, funded the monument and has a monastery nearby.
The view from the 1113 meter ridge where this stupa sits was a wonderful wide-angle panorama of the Himalayas with Phewa Tal and Pokhara in the foreground. At the far left was Dhaulagiri, in the middle was the Annapurna Himal and the pyramid of Machhapuchhre, and to the right were Manaslu, Himalchuli and Baudha.
After we walked around the World Peace Pagoda, we took a long walk down the mountain through chestnut forests to the lake below. We took a rowboat back to the Pokhara lakeside. After this, my guide and I parted ways, and I went back to the hotel to check again on the electricity. By this time, I was desperate for a shower. However, the electricity was still off.
I decided to get a massage at Seeing Hands, a massage place that employed blind therapists. I got a lovely massage for an hour. By the time I finished my massage, it was dark and as there was no electricity and no hot water, I took a cold shower in the dark. It negated the warm fuzzy feeling I got from the massage!
I returned to the hotel, where the generator was finally running. I took a hot bath and dried my hair and managed to feel human again. Then I took off for lunch at the Love Kush Restaurant, where all the patrons were huddled around a fireplace in the center of the room. I spoke briefly to a Greek man during dinner, but he really didn’t have much to say. Then I spoke to a nurse from Hawaii, about my age, who recently left Thailand, and her 29-year-old Thai lover, behind. She said he was feeling depressed and sorry for himself and all he wanted to do was sit around moping, so she broke up with him. She was a lively lady and I enjoyed our chat, even if briefly. She was getting ready to go trekking the following day in the Annapurna range.
Back at the hotel, I hunkered down under covers and read my Kindle story, What I Loved, by the book light. Luckily I slept better overnight; the next morning, I would get up at 5 a.m. to go see the sunrise at Sarangkot, where I hoped to find an astounding view of the Himalayas.
Devi’s Fall
a Tibetan woman in Tashiling
the golden mustard plants
view from the World Peace Pagoda
view from the World Peace Pagoda
World Peace Pagoda
view from the World Peace Pagoda
World Peace Pagoda
World Peace Pagoda
World Peace Pagoda
World Peace Pagoda
the view of the Himalayas, with Phewa Tal and Pokhara in front, from the World Peace Pagoda
Pokhara and the Himalayas
me having a leisurely ride
looks like a party boat full of friendly folks
Phewa Tal
Phewa Tal
Sunrise in Sarangkot
Monday, January 21: Sunday night, the hotel clerk told me that someone would knock on my door at 5 a.m. Monday morning. This unknown person was to wake me up so I could head with a driver up to Sarangkot, the ridge north of Phewa Tal, to see the sunrise. At 1590 meters, it was the most popular of the mountain viewpoints around Pokhara. The mountains appeared closer than from the World Peace Pagoda, at 1113 meters, but not as many of them were visible.
Luckily I had set my alarm. Had I depended on the hotel staff to wake me up, I would have missed the sunrise. I tossed on some clothes and went downstairs, where the reception area was dark and a person was snoozing in a sleeping bag on the floor. It turned out that I woke him up!! He hopped up, rushed around, and made phone calls to the driver, who had seemingly forgotten his commitment.
When he arrived, we drove quite a long way up the mountain in the dark and then walked up to a terrace with tables and chairs for viewing, along with lots of other tourists. I ordered a cup of coffee and tried to get in a good position. I figured out shortly that there was no one perfect position. One spot looked north, out over Pokhara Valley and the Himalayas. The other looked east, toward where the sun would rise. To the south was Phewa Tal and the town of Pokhara. To get a good view, I had to keep moving around, to wherever the best views were in the different light.
We stayed for quite a long time, enjoying each moment of the sunrise. Before sunrise, we could see the white peaks of the Annapurna Himal and Machhapuchhre, glowing and hovering above the pinpricks of light from the town in the valley below. As the sun rose, the snow-covered peaks gleamed like a smile. Once the sun peeked over the horizon, a rose-colored hue settled like a blush over the peaks. Breathtaking.
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? ~ E.M. Forster
Annapurna Himal & Machhupuchhre before sunrise
Himalayas
Machhupuchhre, commonly known as Fish-Tailed
the first powdering of sunlight on the peak
Machhupuchhre, commonly known as Fish-Tailed
blushing mountain peaks
Machhupuchhre, commonly known as Fish-Tailed
the sun breaks over the horizon
…and colors the sky
me in front of Machhupuchhre, commonly known as Fish-Tailed
Himalayas
sunrise over Phewa Tal
sunrise over Phewa Tal
Farewell to Pokhara and back to Kathmandu
After seeing the sunrise at Sarangkot, we headed back to the hotel where I had hot coffee and an omelet. I was tired from waking up so early, so I took a hot bath, since ~ surprise, surprise! ~ there was hot water this morning. Sadly, I still wasn’t able to wash my hair because there was no electricity for the blow-dryer. On my balcony, I admired my last stunning, and unclouded, views of the Himalayas. I put my pajamas back on and climbed back into bed. I read What I Loved for a good long time and then napped for a bit longer.
When I got up again, I went out into town to continue the shopping spree I started the day before. I bought a necklace of silver, coral, turquoise and shell, some silver rectangular earrings with inlaid turquoise and coral, an amazing wooden Nepali mask to hang on a wall, and a book of short stories by Nepali writers. I also bought a backpack for the hike I would do the day after tomorrow from Nagarkot to Changu Narayan.
I returned to my favorite restaurant, Love Kush, and ordered the same sizzling grilled fish I had for dinner the night before. Some things are just that good. Then I walked back to the hotel to pack up all my newly purchased goods so I could fly back to Kathmandu.
I was scheduled for a flight on Yeti Airlines at 1:15, but there was not a single airplane in evidence at the airport. They told us the flight was delayed and they weren’t sure when it would arrive. They made the wait quite comfortable, as they invited passengers to go to the outdoor rooftop cafe for a snack. I was still engrossed in my book, so I took a seat, ordered an orange Fanta, and read my book in the warm sun while I waited patiently for the plane to arrive.
Travel can sometimes be a daunting challenge. In my early days of traveling, I used to get upset if things didn’t go exactly as planned. However, I had learned the slow and hard way that I had to LET GO!! I had to shrug off inconveniences, otherwise I would ruin my vacation.
In Nepal, I’d often been cold, especially at night, with little reprieve, no place to go to warm up. I’d endured no electricity, bad roads, lack of internet services, and flight delays. Either Nepal was not the hardship that India was, OR I was getting used to these inconveniences. I thought it was a good thing that I was learning to shrug things off and not get too upset by them.
The plane finally arrived at 1:45, at which time everyone piled into the aircraft. This time I made sure I was one of the first onboard because I wanted a left seat, so I could see the Himalayas from the air. I found one and I got some great views, although the mountains were hugged by puffy clouds at that time of day.
When I arrived back to Kathmandu Guest House, the first thing I did was take a long hot bath, wash my hair, and read my book again. Later, I went out to dinner at New Orleans restaurant. This restaurant, like all others I’d encountered in Nepal, had an outdoor courtyard dining area. In addition it had a heated room, partially open to the courtyard but with space heaters. I sat inside by the heater. I had a light snack and an Everest beer, and then went back to my room, where I got warm under the covers and dove back into my book. I had an early day on Tuesday, as I was going to Bhaktapur and then up to Nagarkot to spend the night.
one last view of the Himalayas from my balcony in Pokhara
last views…
lunch at Love Kush
inside Love Kush
sizzling grilled fish… delicious.
airplane view of the Himalayas
Bhaktapur, Nepal: harkening back to medieval times
Tuesday, January 22: This morning I bundled up and ate a breakfast of omelet masala, potatoes, chicken sausage, pancakes, broiled tomato and coffee on a wobbly table at the Kathmandu Guest House outdoor dining area. I had packed a few things into the new backpack I bought in Pokhara for the trip I would take today. With a driver, I would go to the town of Bhaktapur to explore. From there, we would drive to the mountaintop of Nagarkot, where I would see a sunset and sunrise view of the Himalayas. I would have a view of the Langtang Range, the western portion of a complex of mountains which also includes the Jugal Himal, home of Shisha Pangma, the fourteenth highest mountain in the world at 8,013 meters. After spending the night in Nagarkot, I would hike down to Changu Narayan, about a 4-5 hour hike, carrying my backpack. I tried to pack light, since I would have to carry my pack.
We took off through the perpetual haze of Kathmandu, bumping heartily over potholed roads. I saw ragged and faded Bollywood movie posters on walls, and businesses that looked like they’d seen better days: Rainbow Travels & Tours, the Titanic Dance Bar, Obsession, Everest Pizza, Royal Kawaliwy Food. I saw lime-colored buildings, black-helmeted Nepalis on motorbikes, the Civil Mall, a local market with blue tarps for roofs. I saw the gate to the Parliament and Supreme Court. I saw too many poor people to count, all dressed in brightly colored, but mismatched clothes. If nothing else, Kathmandu was a colorful and energetic place.
We arrived in Bhaktapur after about an hour. Now that we were escaping Kathmandu, the haze was lifting slightly and I saw a touch of blue in the sky. My driver, Raju, asked if I would like a guide through Bhaktapur. He had a friend he could call. I said sure, since I didn’t know anything about Bhaktapur and I only had a couple of hours.
We met Raju’s friend, whose name was Batu. After we were introduced we began our walk through the town, which was mostly pedestrianized, except for the motorbikes that managed to sneak in. Right away, Batu took to calling me Catty-mam (I think!), which sounded almost like Catty-man. I was startled every time he caled me this, but I never said anything. Usually, whenever anyone called me “mam,” I told them right away to please not call me that. I HATE it!! However, since it sounded like he was calling me either “Catty-man,” or some other unintelligible thing, I never said anything. 🙂
I had trouble understanding half of what Batu told me during our whole tour. I found myself wishing he would point me in the right direction and leave a wide berth between us. Plus, I loved to take my time and take a lot of photos, and I could tell he was irritated by this and wanted me to hurry along. I was happy to be rid of him after my tour was over.
Bhaktapur is known as the “City of Devotees” and was likely founded in the early 8th century. From the 12th to the 15th century, it was the capital city of all of Nepal. The inhabitants of the city protected it with a wall and city gates; these remained through the 18th century, thus preserving the city’s heritage and preventing it from turning into another sprawling city like Kathmandu. Shaped like a flying pigeon, the city spreads over an area of 6.88 square km and lies at 1401 meters above sea level.
The city was home to over 100,000 inhabitants, most of whom were peasants, according to the pamphlet put out by Bhaktapur Municipality. Other residents were businessmen, handicraft producers and public employees. The city was known for yogurt (jujudhau), black caps (bhadgaule topi), black saris with red borders (haku patasi), pottery and handicrafts. Inhabitants were either Hindus or Buddhists.
Bhaktapur was a “Living Museum,” according to the municipality, displaying the vibrant Newar culture. Anthropologists believed the Newars were descended from the Kirats, a legendary clan who ruled the Kathmandu Valley between the 7th century BC and the 2nd century AD. It has become a melting pot over time, as immigrants, overlords, & traders have mingled into the culture. They have many shared traits and a common language (Newari) and their religion is a complex mix of Buddhism and Hinduism (Rough Guide to Nepal).
Bhaktapur’s Newari architecture, with its terracotta-colored brick buildings and dark brown intricately carved wood doors and windows, harkened back to the medieval. Women washed in public taps, men in traditional dress lounged in covered loggias, and peasants sold baskets of vegetables. The Germans had instigated a long-term sanitation program and funded a long-term restoration of the town.
I was attracted to the shops with brightly colored merchandise and the narrow alleys with their herringbone-paved streets.
Straightaway upon entering Bhaktapur, Batu took me to a small temple hidden away in a small square. Since it took me awhile to get used to his thick Nepali accent, and even when I did get used to it I could still barely understand much of what he said, whatever he told me about this little hidden temple was lost.
We left the temple and proceeded down narrow winding lanes to Durbar Square….
Bhaktapur
an alcove near the hidden temple
holy statues near the hidden temple
Bhaktapur
the herringbone-paved streets of Bhaktapur
Bhaktapur
Bhaktapur
colorful shops
colorful goods
a Newar is known by the way he carries things, with a stick with two buckets attached
colorful shops
Bhaktapur
Nepali letters
inhabitants waiting for water, which only comes a couple of hours in a day
Coca-Cola doors
brightly colored goods for sale
wood carvings
a Nepali man relaxing at a little shrine
Bhaktapur
two Nepalis with movie posters
Bhaktapur’s Newari architecture
reflections
cotton drying
fun-loving puppets
fun-loving puppets
bhaktapur: durbar square
Bhaktapur’s Durbar Square had two claims to fame: 1) It was listed a World Heritage Site in 1979 and 2) it was used in the filming of ancient flashback scenes in the 1995 film Little Buddha. It lacked the architectural harmony of Kathmandu’s Durbar Square due to a 1934 earthquake that destroyed several of its temples. It also had never served as a commercial or social focal point to Bhaktapur, according to Rough Guide to Nepal. However, it was the main square of the city and was a mixture of stone art, metal art, wood carving, and terracotta art and architectural showpieces, according to Bhaktapur Municipality.
The Golden Gate, or Sun Dhoka, is said to be the most beautiful and richly molded specimen of gilt copper repoussé in the entire world. Repoussé is a metalworking technique in which a malleable metal is shaped by hammering from the reverse side to create a design in low relief (Wikipedia). The door is embellished with monsters and mythical creatures of amazing intricacy. The Golden Gate was erected by King Ranjit Malla and is the entrance to the main courtyard of the Palace of Fifty-Five windows.
Turning back from the Golden Gate, a doorway led through to Naga Pokhari, or “Snake Pond.” This was an early 16th century royal bathing tank. The waterspout was covered in thirsty animals in gilt copper, overlooked by two gilt nag figures standing clear of the water.
The 15th century Pashupati Mandir was the oldest structure in the square. The temple held a copy of the Pashupatinath linga, a complex symbol of Hinduism associated with Shiva, representing energy and strength. Its roof was embellished with wildly erotic carvings.
Next door stood the 18th century shikhara-style stone Vatsala Durga, built by King Jagat Prakash Malla in 1672. Shikhara refers to a rising-tower Hindu architectural style, which translates literally to, and resembles, a “mountain peak.” (Wikipedia/Lonely Planet Nepal).
The Chyasin Mandap, erected in 1990 to replace an 18th century temple destroyed in the earthquake, was known as the Pavilion of the Eight Corners.
We left Durbar Square to go in search of the Kumari’s house.
entrance to the Royal Palace & The National Art Museum
entrance to the Royal Palace & The National Art Museum
The Golden Gate ~ 1754 AD
The Palace of 55 Windows
The Pavilion of Eight Corners
Vatsala Durga
carvings
Erotic carvings on Pashupati Mandir
Durbar Square in Bhaktapur
Durbar Square in Bhaktapur
Naga Pokhari
gilt waterspouts writhing with thirsty animals
a nag figure looking over the bathing tank at Naga Pokhari
Durbar Square in Bhaktapur
Durbar Square in Bhaktapur
Durbar Square in Bhaktapur
inside the Palace of 55 Windows
Silu Mahadev
iddhi Lakshmi Mandir
bhaktapur: a mysterious courtyard & auspiciously-placed prayer wheels
Batu took me to a courtyard that I later wrote in my notes was a Buddhist monastery, home to the Bhaktapur Kumari. Apparently, the Kumari of Bhaktapur had greater freedom than her cohorts in Kathmandu and Patan. She could leave the house, play with friends, and visit school with other children. A Kumari is believed to be the goddess Taleju incarnate until she menstruates, at which time the goddess is believed to leave her body. Kumari means “virgin” in Sanskrit (Wikipedia).
According to Wikipedia: Kumari (children), eligible girls are Buddhists from the Newar Shakya caste (Buddha’s clan of origin) of silver and goldsmiths. She must be in excellent health, never have shed blood or been afflicted by any diseases, be without blemish and must not have yet lost any teeth. Girls who pass these basic eligibility requirements are examined for the ‘thirty-two perfections’ of a goddess. Some of these are poetically listed as such:
A neck like a conch shell
A body like a banyan tree
Eyelashes like a cow
Thighs like a deer
Chest like a lion
Voice soft and clear as a duck’s
In addition to this, her hair and eyes should be very black, she should have dainty hands and feet, small and well-recessed sexual organs and a set of twenty teeth.
The girl is also observed for signs of serenity and fearlessness (after all, she is to be the vessel of the fierce goddess Durga) and her horoscope is examined to ensure that it is complementary to the King’s. It is important that there not be any conflicts as she must confirm the King’s legitimacy each year of her divinity. Her family is also scrutinized to ensure its piety and devotion to the King.
After I returned home, when I tried to identify exactly what the name of this courtyard/temple was, I wasn’t sure after all that this place was really the Kumari’s home. I couldn’t find information or pictures anywhere online or elsewhere to verify this. So. I could say this: I thought this MIGHT be the place where the Bhaktapur Kumari lived. I never saw the girl here, as I did in Kathmandu, so I have no proof. At least I loved the red prayer wheel, and the other little prayer wheels lined up along the exit corridor.
In the courtyard, some TV celebrity (also unidentified) was being filmed by a man who looked like a professional camera-man. The celebrity, wearing traditional Nepali costume, told us he was doing a special for Nepali television. However, I didn’t write down what he said, so I forgot what the program was about.
inside the temple
a large red prayer wheel in a corner
a Nepali TV celebrity
bhaktapur: taumadhi tol
The graceful, five-tiered Nyatapola is Nepal’s tallest and most classically proportioned pagoda, and it dominates Bhaktapur. Since the pagoda was completed in 1702, all but priests have been barred from the sanctuary. Apparently, this is because its tantric goddess, Siddhi Lakshmi, is so obscure, that she has no devotees. Rather than being named for its goddess, it’s named for its architectural shape: in Newari, nyata means “five-stepped” and pola means “roof.” On the steep stairs going up the pagoda are five pairs of guardians: Malla wrestlers, elephants, lions, griffins and two minor goddesses. Each pair is supposed to be ten times as strong as the pair below (Lonely Planet Nepal).
I climbed up the steep and narrow-depth stairs, and the view from the top was dizzying. Coming back down was quite scary as the stairway was precipitous and had no handrails. I looked down on the square below and saw the more squat pagoda: Bhairabnath Mandir.
the five-tiered Nyatapola
one of the pair of elephant guardians
one of the lion guardians
Bhairabnath Mandir from the top of Nyatapola
elephant guardian
bhaktapur: potter’s square
At the Potter’s Square, or Kumale Tol, we found potters giving shape and size to lumps of clay. They made earthenware ranging from such household goods as pots, jars, stovepipes and disposable yogurt pots to cheap souvenirs such as animals and birds. As pottery in Bhaktapur is a family job, we saw entire families contributing to the work. Because this square catered to tourists, the potters had the incentive to continue to work with traditional methods, using hand-powered wheels or forming clay by hand.
families working at Potter’s Square
Potter’s Square
Potter’s Square in Bhaktapur
a potter using the traditional hand-powered wheel
Arrival in Nagarkot & Sunset Views of the Langtang Range
After our time in Bhaktapur, we drove up winding mountain roads for about an hour until we reached Hotel View Point in Nagarkot. As we drove up, I could see undulating hills indented with terraces. Many of the terraces were brown or bare because it was winter, but some were covered in yellow-flowering mustard. I was enamored by these terraces, which were so all-encompassing that they covered nearly every slope in the valley.
Nagarkot was not really much of a village. The primary reason for its existence was the views it offered of the Himalayas, most notably the panorama of the Langtang Range. The standard activity was this: enjoying the sunset and the sunrise over the mountains.
According to Wikipedia, Langtang Lirung is the highest peak of the Langtang Himal, which is a subrange of the Nepalese Himalayas, southwest of the Eight-thousander Shisha Pangma. Though not high by the standards of major Himalayan peaks, Langtang Lirung is notable for its large vertical relief above local terrain. For example, it rises 5500m above the Trisuli Gandaki to the west in only 16 km. It has a large South Face which long resisted climbing attempts. The list of the world’s highest 100 mountains puts it at number 99 (Wikipedia: Langtang Lirung).
When I arrived at the hotel, since I didn’t eat lunch in Bhaktapur, I had a wonderful lunch of Nepalese Vegetarian food: basmati rice, black lentils, vegetable curry, spinach green curry, pickle, papad (some kind of mushroom curry?), salad and curd. I topped this amazing lunch off with a banana lassi.
After lunch, since it was still a while before sunset, I took a walk down into the village, where I saw some interesting little shops and cafes.
I also saw, coming out of a wooded area, several women with huge bundles of sticks on their backs. They were being propelled forward at high-speed down the mountain by their heavy burdens. I tried to run to catch up and pass them, so I could take a picture of them from the front, but I couldn’t catch them, they were moving so fast. So all I got was a rear view of their bundles and their rapidly moving feet.
I passed one shop that sold those droop-bottom pantaloons, or whatever you call them, that all the Western hippies wear in Nepal. It always looked to me like they were carrying a load in their britches.
After my walk, I treated myself to an Everest beer on the terrace and then I got cozy in my room for a while before dinner, where I continued reading What I Loved by Siri Hustvedt. The book was so good at this point, I could hardly put it down; I read it every chance I got.
Finally, when I thought it was about time for the sun to go down, I climbed to Hotel View Point’s highest tower, accompanied by about 25 Chinese tourists. I was the only non-Asian person in sight. All the Chinese were wrangling for the best view with their fancy cameras. We all took pictures and I positioned myself at different spots around the hotel balconies, of which there were many, and took various shots, some of which are posted here. It was freezing cold!!
After the sun went down, a buffet dinner was served in the chilly dining room. I ate small pieces of fried chicken, lukewarm spinach, cold steamed cauliflower, broccoli and carrots, noodle soup in brass bowls (the only warm thing!), and some limp oily French fries. Believe me, it was not even worth taking a picture of this meal.
By the time dinner was over, I was so tired of listening to the Chinese, and I was so cold, that I went to my room and burrowed under as many blankets as I could pile on the bed from the cupboards in the room. Brrrrr. I planned to pass on sunrise in the morning because I already saw the amazing sunrise in Pokhara and one was fine by me, thank you very much.
the view during the drive up to Nagarkot
my room at Hotel View Point
Hotel View Point and the Langtang Range
Hotel View Point dining room
Nepali vegetarian food
The Langtang Himalayan Range
the balcony outside my room at Hotel View Point
Hotel View Point and the Langtang Range
funky business in town
Ladies carrying bundles of wood
scurry, scurry
Chill Out Restaurant
pantaloons with droopy crotches
the road
Nagarkot
Nagarkot
an Everest beer before sunset
sunset
sunset
Sunrise in Nagarkot
Wednesday, January 23: Someone was pounding on my door and yelling, “Sunrise! Sunrise!” Although I had no intention of getting up at sunrise this morning, I was now wide awake in my dark icy room. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep since I was suddenly feeling the cold in my bones, so I figured I might as well get up to see what all the fuss was about.
I dragged myself out of bed, grabbing all the warm clothes I could find, and climbed to the top tower of Hotel View Point with the scores of Chinese. I found myself jostling with them for the perfect view of the Himalayas. I was pleasantly surprised that the mountains were not draped in clouds as they were last night, so we had a clear view of the snow-covered peaks.
After breakfast, I packed up my backpack and headed out for a 10 km hike down to Changu Narayan.
Langtang sunrise
breakfast time!
the mountains in full daylight
the hotel and the mountains
Hotel View Point
Terrace on Hotel View Point
the balcony outside of my room
a hike from nagarkot to changu narayan
I met my guide for the day, Prakash Bhattarai of Gurka Encounters. We began our hike from Nagarkot, at 1950 meters, at 9 a.m.
We first walked downhill for a couple of hours to Tellkot, passing terraces planted with mustard and wheat. Some terraces were simply brown dirt where farmers would plant potatoes and millet in the warmer seasons.
At points along the route, we could see views of the Himalayas, snow-capped like some apparition, with the terraced Central Hills in the foreground. There was a bit of haze in the air, so the view wasn’t perfect, but it was beautiful nonetheless.
We passed Nepalis squatting on the front stoops of their colorful painted houses, doors open, cleanly swept dirt floors inside and outside. These homes seemed surprisingly tidy. Goats and cows were tied to posts, dogs were barking, and chickens and roosters were crowing. The air was crisp and cool — a perfect day for hiking.
I had a small pack the size of a purse, and a larger backpack holding my overnight stuff. Lucky for me, Prakash offered to carry it for me through the whole hike. I should have insisted on carrying it myself; if I ever wanted to do the Camino de Santiago, I’d have to get used to carrying my own stuff! Admittedly, it was quite pleasant for me not to have to carry my pack. 🙂 I determined to tip him well for his hard work, which I did when we returned to Kathmandu.
It was lovely walking in companionable silence with Prakesh. I so enjoyed a walk out in nature without having someone constantly chattering. We passed one small Hindu temple that seemed off the beaten track.
At the end of our hike, around 1:00, we could see Changu Narayan, an ancient temple complex, perched on a 1541 meter ridge ahead of us. Our destination was in sight! Prakash told me we’d walked about 15 km, although Rough Guide to Nepal said this hike, all the way to Bhaktapur, was about 10 km.
This was one of my favorite days in Nepal, close on the heels of my lovely lake walk in Pokhara.
“God is at home. It’s we who have gone out for a walk.” ~ Meister Eckhart
terraces and the Himalayas
terraces and the Himalayas
terraces
the Himalayas rise like an apparition over the Central Hills
cows, terraces & mountains
hike from Nagarkot
“The home should be the treasure chest of living.” ~ Le Corbusier
Nepali home
Nepali home
ladies carrying bundles of greenery
a little Hindu temple in the hills
Central Hills
Central Hills
fields of mustard with Changu Narayan on the hill in the background
changu narayan & return to kathmandu
At the end of our 4 hour hike, we finally reached the ancient pilgrimage site of Changu Narayan in Kathmandu Valley. All morning I had been wearing a new pair of hiking shoes that I hadn’t quite broken in, and my feet were killing me! I was happy to see Changu Narayan because it meant I would be able to sit in the car for the drive back to Kathmandu.
We took a main street along the top of the ridge to the temple. Souvenir shops were plentiful and colorful.
Changu Narayan was one of seven World Heritage sites in the Kathmandu Valley; it had been listed by UNESCO since 1979. This beautiful painted temple was where Lord Vishnu was worshiped by Hindus as Narayan and by Buddhists as Hari Hari Hari Vahan Lokeshwor.
The temple sat in a quiet square of rest houses and pilgrims’ shelters. According to Lonely Planet Nepal, it was the valley’s oldest Vaishnava site, with a documented history going back to the 5th century A.D. The temple was said to have been reconstructed in 1700. The temple had some fine repousse work and carved painted struts supporting the roof. Most of the statues in the courtyard were related to Lord Vishnu.
The four entrances to Changu Narayan Temple were guarded by life-size pairs of animals such as lions, sarabhas, griffins and elephants on each side of the entrances. The ten incarnations of Lord Vishnu and the other idols were carved in the struts supporting the roof.
We didn’t stay very long at this temple, despite its beauty. I was tired and hungry and ready to return to Kathmandu for one more day of exploration. My guide Prakesh, our driver Raju and I rode back through Bhaktapur and then through Kathmandu’s chaotic traffic mishmash of motorbikes, rickshaws, and honking trucks with flowers in their windshields.
Back at Kathmandu Guest House, I ate a late lunch of Egg Chow Mein, which I polished off in its entirety because I was famished after that long hike from Nagarkot to Changu Narayan. When I checked into my room, I enjoyed a hot bath, put on my pajamas and continued reading my novel, What I Loved by Siri Hustvedt. I didn’t get up again until I finish the book. After, I got dressed to go out, but the novel’s disturbing story about a sociopath boy, Mark, and his murderous friend, Teddy Giles, weighed heavy on me.
I headed for dinner at New Orleans Cafe, where I sat next to a warm fire and drank an Everest Beer. Because of eating that huge plate of Egg Chow Mein for a late lunch, I was not very hungry, so I ordered a “small plate” of mashed potatoes. The plate was actually huge and heaped with mashed potatoes and mushroom gravy. It was delicious and filling, especially as, again, I ate every bite.
While enjoying my beer after demolishing my “small plate,” some live traditional music began on stage. I listened for a while, then headed back to Kathmandu Guest House, where, exhausted, I fell asleep.
colorful souvenir shops along the street to Changu Narayan
the temple of Changu Narayan
closer up to the struts with the 10 incarnations of Vishnu
a warm fire at New Orleans Cafe
New Orleans Cafe
Last Day in Kathmandu
Thursday, January 24: On my last day in Kathmandu, I decided I would wander around the streets of Thamel and do some shopping, have a nice lunch, check out the bookstore, take pictures, and top the day off with a traditional dinner and entertainment.
As I walked out to the street from Kathmandu Guest House, I met a kind young man who wanted me to hire his rickshaw for a little tour. I told him I would meet him in about two hours.
I did a lot of damage shopping for 2 hours. I bought a couple of beautiful necklaces, two yak wool blankets, a paper lantern, a colorful embroidered bag, and a bunch of books including Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda, The Guru of Love, Royal Ghosts and Arresting God in Kathmandu, all by Samrat Upadhyay, and a Buddhist Chanting CD. Luckily I bought that backpack in Pokhara so I could carry all my loot home to Oman. 🙂
Finally I met my rickshaw driver and he took me outside of Thamel to where the real Nepalis lived and worked. Thamel was quite “done up” compared to the rest of Kathmandu because it was a tourist area. The rest of Kathmandu was more chaotic and ratty. After our little tour, I grabbed a lunch of momos and fresh banana juice at The Roadhouse Cafe.
Finally I went back to my room and rested for a bit. I started reading Arresting God in Kathmandu, a book of short stories by Nepali writer Samrat Upadhyay. This was more appropriate for Nepal than the other book I’d been occupied with this entire trip, What I Loved by Siri Hustvedt. I finished that book yesterday evening.
I decided to go out to Thamel House, an old townhouse with a covered patio garden that served traditional Nepali and Newari food. I ordered the full course vegetarian set. The fixed price meal included the following:
ENTRY: Alu Tareko (Potato fried and prepared in traditional way) Momo (steamed dumpling with minced vegetables) Suruwa (soup ~ typical Nepali soup)
MAIN COURSE: Sada Bhuja (plain boiled Basmati rice) Kalo Dal (lentil prepared in iron pot with heated purified butter, garnished with herbs) Mis Mas Tarkari (seasonal mixed vegetables cooked in local style) Alu Tama Bodi (fermented bamboo shoot, beans & potato unique flavored and sourly in taste) Paneer ko Tarkari (cottage cheese cooked in a special way) Chyau ko Tarkari (mushroom curry cooked in a traditional way) Saag (Seasonal fresh green leaves boiled and sautéed with spices)
DESSERT Shikarni (Thick yogurt whipped and mixed with dry nuts and cinnamon powder)
While I savored each and every morsel of this delectable meal, I watched some Nepali ladies do a song and dance routine.
Finally, I returned to Kathmandu Guest House where I packed up my things for an early flight the next day back to Muscat. I said my goodbyes to Nepal. I didn’t know when, or if, I’d see the country again.
the meditative Buddha in the courtyard of Kathmandu Guest House
Kathmandu Guest House
Kathmandu Guest House
My rickshaw driver
woolly stuff
woolly stuff
Ohm.
Colorful shops in Thamel
Colorful shops in Thamel
Balloons anyone?
fruit vendors in Thamel
a little shrine
colorful yarns
old wood carvings
oranges and bananas
Streets of Thamel
busy streets
paper lanterns
bottle pusher
colorful rickshaw
a little temple hidden away
colorful bedding and doors
hangin’ out waiting for a fare
little temple
another hidden temple with bright yellow doors
me in the rickshaw
a temple with guard dogs
colorful shop
Ohm.
Momos for lunch
Traditional Nepali food
Entertainment at Thamel House Restaurant
good night and farewell to Kathmandu
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Saturday, January 26: On Friday, I arrived safely back to Muscat from Nepal to find my car battery was dead. 😦 I called AAA Arabia, who sent someone directly to start my car. Lucky for me! After arriving home in Nizwa 1 1/2 hours later, I unloaded all my stuff, unpacked, made a huge pile of laundry, and started loading pictures on my computer.
I got a surprise upon my return home: we had a holiday today for the Prophet’s birthday! I was thankful for the small favor. I was definitely not looking forward to returning to work.
As of this day, I had exactly five months remaining in Oman. I would make the best of it, but I was of the mindset to return home to the USA. I would use the next five months to explore the remainder of Oman, as well as revisit some favorite spots. I’d spend time with my friends and colleagues. I’d also start reading and planning for my upcoming trip in the summer to Spain and Portugal. I was thinking of omitting Morocco from my trip; maybe I felt this way because I was exhausted from travel at the moment.
I went to Nepal without much of a plan in January of 2013 because it was a last-minute trip.
My colleague, Mona Lisa, had spent several months in Nepal and loved it. She highly recommended the Kathmandu Guest House (Kathmandu Guest House), so I promptly arranged to stay there. I downloaded to my Kindle the Rough Guide to Nepal and Lonely Planet Nepal and started reading. Mona Lisa stocked me up with trekking essentials (which I wasn’t sure I would use since I didn’t plan to do any long overnight treks), a city map, a walking stick, and miscellaneous other essentials. She also sent me the link to some Tibetan incantations, music that would soothe my soul in Kathmandu, music that she said I would hear everywhere on the capital’s streets, music that would capture the soul of the place.
Kathmandu
Another colleague, Zida, told me she hated Kathmandu because of the filth, pollution and chaos, but she highly recommended Pokhara, which she said was stunning. I hoped the Kathmandu Guest House would help me book a flight to Pokhara, home of Phewa Lake, Mt. Machhapuchhare and Annapurna.
Pokhara
Here are some books about or set in Nepal; I read some of them (the ones with links and star ratings) after I returned home. The others are merely suggested reading:
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