Archive for February 2011

hakone: do not touch doubtful things


After living in it's shadow for nearly a year, we (finally) went up to Hakone last weekend, whereapon we promptly realized that 
a) Hakone is gorgeous, and
b) extremely easy to get to, and
c) there is a lovely and extremely reasonably priced hotel there, and
d)we are idiots for not having gone sooner, and then gone again and again throughout the year.



Good advice.

above: are those ORGANS for sale in that vending machine?

I don't know, that looks pretty doubtful to me.


Iain followed the sign's advice and did not touch any dubious things. He did, however, touch several things rather dubiously:




When Iain wasn't attracting stares by maligning innocent statues, we were having a lovely time. We stayed at a really lovely guesthouse that we both fell in love with - super friendly English speaking staff, gorgeous tatami rooms, and - best of all - a PRIVATE outdoor onsen that you can book for 30 minute slots. Having never been to an onsen before, I was particularly excited about this. Also, for the onsen-clueless, there are many helpful signs in English (and a binder's worth of information in the rooms) to help avoid onsen faux pas. For anyone in the area, I can't recommend this place more - it strikes the perfect blend of authenticity and foreigner-friendliness, which - in a country where, even after more than a year, I still stick my foot in my mouth with alarming regularity - is much appreciated. 



The area around our hotel is famous for tall grass. 


We also went to the coolest bar on the planet. It wasn't a bar so much it was buying a bottle of beer in your grandmother's basement (well, Grandma Tokuda's basement), with stacks of old videos, Japanese National Geographics, yellowing posters on the walls, fake flowers, doubtful things in bottles and a disproportionate amount of cat paraphernalia*. Also a gruff owner who greeted us with a single question ("Beer?"), asked Iain to point to his hometown on a map, and gave us free snacks and a shot of shochu. 




The next day we went on the standard tourist circuit, which consists mostly of a gondola ride up the mountain, ostensibly to see some stunning views of Fuji-san... 


... though, as you can see, our views were limited to brief flashes of fellow-gondolas, all to the sounds of a perky English and Japanese audio recording informing us that if we look to the left, we can see a spectacular view of Fuji.



Similarly, most of the attractions at the mountain top "view point" were also centered around the non-existant view. (Seriously, what IS that guy looking at?)


After our slightly disappointing gondola ride, we went on a pirate ship cruise (Why pirate ship? Who knows?) of Lake Ashi, which was beautiful, if freezing.




We ♥  Hakone. 

* My grandmother would not have cat paraphernalia anywhere

Gujo Hachiman food!


The awesome thing about traveling to Gujo Hachiman with Yuka and her friends was that everything we ate was *amazing*...


Even the snacks (above, tofu with some sort of miso paste, which we ate in the freezing cold street outside the sake shop at about 11 am) were awesome.





above: tiny individual portions of wild boar nabe.



Iain bit the head off a fish.


Mochi filled with matcha green tea paste. (Iain didn't like his, so I got to have two! Bonus!) 


Breakfast was almost too pretty to eat. (Almost).


 For lunch on the second day, we all had huge bowls of soba...


... the biggest being the "Everest" sized portions that Satoshi and several other men ordered (and finished).


There was also a larger than usual proportion of fake food available - Gujo Hachiman is home to a factory that makes the wax food that restaurants keep in their windows. The highlight was undoubtedly this:


 True story. 

signs of spring!


Numazu is still freezing - our apartment depends on a beast of a kerosene heater, for which we have to buy giant jugs of fuel from the local gas station, and before it kicks in, you can see your breath in our kitchen - but at least there are a few small signs of spring around. I'm very much hoping the cherry blossoms kick in a bit more before we leave at the end of March...

happy valentines day (men only)


above: nothing says "Let's just be friends" like a marshmallow. 

Sometimes Hallmark holidays look so outwardly identical around the world that you don't realize the underlying structures are actually quite different from the ones you take for granted back home. Case in point: Valentine's Day. As you can see from the diagram above, drawn by one of my students, the ceremonial exchange of chocolate or cookies in Japan is a two-pronged affair, with women giving men sweets on Feb 14th (Fig. 1) and men repaying the favor full month later on White Day (Fig.2)*. As is illustrated by the whiteboard diagram, February 14th is the girl's chance to 'fess up to feelings she'd otherwise be too shy to reveal, and a reply of some sort is expected. So if the love is mutual, the guy can respond in kind with a cookie or chocolate on the appropriate date (Fig. 2a).** However, if a lady gives a man she's interested in chocolate and he's not that into her himself (Fig. 3), he can gently let her down by giving her marshmallows instead of chocolate on same day (Fig. 3a) *** Or, of course, he can give her nothing, at any time (Fig.3b).

So, with that in mind, a very happy Valentine's Day to half of you! And, credit where credit is due: the awesome diagram above was drawn by one of my favorite classes ever, a group of hilarious engineers who made it very clear that I owe them giri chocolate next class.

* Though platonic Valentine's sweets are also exchanged, the gender divide remains; thus, women typically bring giri - obligatory - chocolate to their male co-workers, and presumably receive some in exchange a month later, though my (all male) students were less clear on this point. The diagram above, however, concerns only the romantic giving of chocolate.


** Giving Japanese men an advantage over their American counterparts: there's no awkwardness when your girlfriend whips out a bouquet of roses and you've gotten her nothing! You have a whole month to get your act together, and it *still* won't look like an afterthought. 


*** I double checked with Yuka on this one, and while she was instantly familiar with the concept, she added it was mostly a middle school thing. Rats. 

Gujo Hachiman again!


above: I took an identical picture back in July, when the weather was nicer. 

Last weekend, Yuka invited us to join her and her friends on a photo-taking expedition to Gujo Hachiman, one of my favorite places in Japan. Since Yuka was the one who recommended Gujo Hachiman to us in the first place last July, this wasn't a particularly huge coincidence, but Iain and I still jumped at the chance to return to the place we'd both fallen in love with over the summer. 


above: no jumping off bridges this time.

So on Friday night, at 2 am, we all piled into Satoshi's car, and drove 5+ hours to Gifu Prefecture. Or, Satoshi drove, and we curled up with blankets in the back seat and promptly lost consciousness. It was surprisingly comfortable (or not, considering how I always fall asleep during car rides anyway).


The expedition had been organized by some of Yuka's photography friends, so there was much milling about taking photos of things, though it was clear some of the group's priorities lay elsewhere...


above: 400 yen gets you that paper cup filled to the top with a nice cold cup of breakfast sake.

... namely, drinking bottles of sake at a lovely sake shop that opened its doors at 10 am. As you can see from their blog entry here, they seemed happy enough to host Yuka's friends for a drink or seven. Several of the group spent the whole morning there. 


 Not us, though - we shook off the effects of a really big glass of early morning sake by climbing up a mountain...


or hill, I guess. It was much more pleasant in the winter than it was in the summer.


To me, the best thing about Gujo Hachiman is the way you can spend hours wandering around getting pleasantly lost, enjoying the quiet; other than taking a lot of photos and eating a lot of really good food, we didn't get up to too much. Iain picked up a really big snowball...

...for a few seconds.


We re-enacted this statue, with the massive snowball standing in as the horse (obviously)...


...spent a few hours out of the cold in my new favorite coffee shop ever (overlooking the river!) 


Also, this was going on in the river. More on that later!

Happy Knit Day!


It's "Knit Day" in Japan, thanks to a mash up of English and Japanese, using ni (2) and to (10) to sound (sorta) like "knit" (or, neato?). Though the day went largely un-commemorated in Numazu, I was extremely happy to see this: only the awesomest thing in the whole wide world ever. Guerrilla knitting! Octopi on trains! I love Japan!

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