Thursday, August 30, 2012

さようなら にっぽん



Farewell, Japan.

You are the most gracious people I've ever known, inhabiting some of the most awe-inspiring landscapes on Earth.

I do not know when I'll be back.  Where I land will depend entirely on what I hope to achieve there:
  • Aso to retire
  • Nozawa Onsen to relax
  • Nara to reflect

But like that other Doug once said:  I shall return.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Work hard. Love hard.


When I was in Aomori, I stayed at the Hotel Crown Palais, which undoubtedly lived up to its regal name when the property was in its prime a few decades ago.  The staff, however, is still top-notch and, though their English is not as good as I encountered in cities where foreign tourism is more prevalent, they worked very hard to help me visit the sites I wanted to see.  One night I noticed some posters on a wall outside of the lobby that were beautifully done, but were printed almost entirely in Japanese, so I couldn't tell if they were promotional posters for guests to view or motivational posters for the employees.  The only words printed in English were in the lower right corner of each poster:

Love All
Serve All

Wow, I thought, what an incredible motto.  I would probably have read it with a degree of cynicism if I weren't actually enjoying its effects: it truly was how the staff approached every interaction with me, even when those interactions were complicated by my inability to speak their language.  In looking into the hotel's management group, I learned that it's not the company mottoit's their Rule of Service.

Everywhere I went in Japan, I felt this same attitude toward me, and I observed it in interactions with others, even when situations were complicated or difficult.  For one thing, the Japanese are not afraid to apply people to whatever problem confronts them.  Whereas the U.S. is trying to discover just how few people must be employed to deliver a product or service in order to minimize costs, the Japanese understand that people are their greatest resource, so the more they can employ, the better.  This cultural understanding must account for at least some of the reason that Japan's unemployment rate has averaged less than half of that in the U.S. for the past 50 years, leading to what economists have termed "total employment" in Japan.  I observed no evidence whatsoever of homelessness here, I encountered zero panhandlers, and, in talking to one hotel manager, it seemed the greater problem is that of finding sufficient numbers of people to hire, especially in seasonal occupations such as hospitality.

The word love is found everywhere all across Japanin hotels, train stations, airports, and especially on t-shirtsbut the context usually connotes agape or philia, rarely eros.  I believe affection between family members is so strong here as to enable them to extend their love to encompass the whole of their own society and even beyond, to include the entire planet.

So, as I walked through Kyoto Station to board my final train on this journey, it seemed most fitting to see a woman holding the hands of two young children.  Her t-shirt read:

WORK
HARD
LOVE
HARD

Where I Dine When I'm in Gion: Samurai Deli


Hai!

Japanese cooks are all about high-energy culinary arts. Their craft requires a great deal of tossing, splashing, chopping, and -- most important -- lots of shouting!

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Spotted in Gion: Kimono for Rent



Now I have to wonder how many of those kimonos on the street are rentals... 


Spotted in Gion: C+Cafe


East meets west and north meets south at the C+Cafe



Organic chocolate that's dry and crumbly on your fork, then melts in luscious syrup on your tongue.  Washed down with organic coffee while Prince shows us what it sounds like "When Doves Cry" on the ambient surround.




Monday, August 27, 2012

Shiatsu


Oh ... my ... goddess ....

I'll let you explore the history and technique of Shiatsu on your own. All I can say is, after a day of city trekking in my marathon quest to visit all six of the Great Temples of Nara, my feet felt like two bricks and my neck was into serious rigor mortis. An hour of Shiatsu with Michiyo, however, and I was reborn: my feet were once again pliant; my head had full range of motion once more.

I don't recall ever seeing Shiatsu as a massage option in the States, but if you do get an opportunity, I would highly recommend being open and receptive to experiencing this quintessentially Japanese art, practiced with the warmth of a mother's touch.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Great Temples of Nara


When I stepped off the train shortly after ten o'clock on a beautiful Sunday morning in Nara, I was immediately accosted by a woman handing out pamphlets for a walking tour of three of Nara's famous temples. I dug out my scribbled notes and showed her how I had planned to visit all six of the Great Temples. With a degree of incredulity she suggested I speak with somebody at the Nara Tourist Information Office and said I could still join her tour at 10:15 if I wished.

The woman behind glass at the Information Office spoke very good English and quickly understood exactly what I was trying to do.  When she noted that I was saving Todai-ji for last she said with a tone of pessimism, "Todai-ji closes at 5:00...."  I said, "Well, I'd better get hoofin' then!"  She gave me a map showing all the temples and suggested that I change my route to take advantage of a couple of bus and train routes along the way, but there would still be plenty of hiking in between.  I thanked her and hit the trail.


10:45, Daian-ji


In Japan, if there's room for grass, there's room for rice; otherwise, it's artful topiary.


11:33, Yakushi-ji


I've also eaten in restaurants that offer an ara carte menu, but rast order is at 4:30.


12:14, Saidai-ji


A colorful festival in progress at the Nara Prefectural Office.


13:09, Kohfuku-ji


Crowds of people out enjoying the sunshine and spirit of Sarusawa-ike Pond


13:33, Gango-ji


Nara's famous deer tolerate the tourists fairly well.


14:19, Todai-ji


When I got back to the Nara JR Station around 3:30, the woman in the Tourist Information Office recognized me, smiled and waved.  "Arigatou gozaimasu!" I called out to her with a bow, holding up six fingers.  "I couldn't have done it without your help on the route!"



Pilgrimage to Skybowl Shrine on Shigi-san at Chogosonshi Temple, Nara






The living temple:
always under construction,
seeking perfection.










Up a steep mountain,
ascended in many steps,
the shrine waits for you.












 Dragonfly hovers
as one bows at the shrine then
zooms down the sheer slope.