Existing Member?

The Adventures Of Susan & Lars "Where are we going?" said Pooh... "Nowhere", said Christopher Robin. So they began going there...

Kyoto Day 2 & 3

JAPAN | Saturday, 19 April 2008 | Views [1406] | Comments [6]

Kyoto has a very different feel than Tokyo. The city is much less intimidating. At first this might be attributed to the extra facility to to the tourist. The accomodations made for non-Japanese speakers exceed even those in Tokyo. But beyond this there is a more subtle and human feel to the city. The pace is slower. Even the commuters in the subway tunnels take a more ambulatory pace as compared to the go-getters in the big city. It's a more relaxed feel, and a more comfortable time for the visitor.

The fashion is also much more diverse. Where Tokyo was monochromatic and formal, the dress here is casual with a fuller palette. Kyoto is a popular tourist destination for Japanese, so perhaps a critical mass of non-residents dilutes the pressure for suit-and-tie formality, but whatever the cause here you see jeans and t-shirts and other every-day wear. Kyoto is sort of LA to Tokyo's New York. Some of the clothes are gaudy by our standards, and terrifically impractical. But what really grabs our attention as westerners is the current fashion for the young male hipster. The cool look is rather effiminate. We don't know if this is a deliberate androgeny, or just our imposition of American cultural standards on the local hip look. However, there are several times on the subway when it's only on second glance that a young rider's gender could be determined. The rest of the day is filled with nudges as we play the “classify the teenager” game.


While Tokyo was immediately familiar to anyone who has been to New York, Kyoto is familiar like Paris or Vienna. Foreign, but ultimately a city whose history and beauty draw a large and diverse population of visitors. One hears the constant babble of languages from around the world and the faces of the city are more varied than Tokyo.


We spent the last two days walking through the city, the back alleys, the main shrines, the mobbed tourist streets, and a completely empty hiking trail through the woods. The history is all around you, and it provides many chances for a cup of tea and reverie. But this is also a garden city. The city is nestled in a valley between rolling mountains that are covered in forests. Starting this year the city has limited the heights of buildings and this provides a great backdrop to the main attractions – the ancient temples, shrines and castles of the historical imperial capital. The landscape is lush, but the entire city is planted as well. Every temple or shine, and many houses have gardens, with trees that reach over the walls. Streets are often tree lined, and the majority of houses have potted flowers and plants on their stoop or front window or along the sidewalk. Overall, it has a very green feel, and really felt in my element.


On our second day in Kyoto we got up early. This was partly planned, but facilitated by the barking English of a German speaker. He had evidently left his jacket on his room's balcony the day before, and was increasingly frustrated that the desk staff didn't understand what he meant by “outside” so he just kept saying it louder. Quickly we were off for breakfast, feeling badly for the abused staff. Then on to our first really touristy thing of the trip, a guided walking tour. Crossing the street to the bus station to meet our group, the crosswalk sign plays a little song. Rather than the beeping that we're starting to install to help the blind know it is safe to cross, there is a little electonic tune. It's really quite brilliant when you think about it. Rather than add to the din with a voice counting down in a language that is incomprehensible to half of your tourists, you play a little ditty which equally indicates the time remaining, but in a universal and more harmonious way. Gotta love Japan. After our rude awakening this helped restore our “wa”, our harmony.


The walk was great. In five hours we covered little more than a kilometer. The guide was a 70-somethng year old Japanese man who calls himself “Johnnie Hillwalker” (but don't worry, there are no hills on this walk! proclaims the brochure). This is the hidden Kyoto, and our outstanding guide gives us history, insights into Shinto and Japanese Bhuddism, a sampling of local sushi and pastries. Kyoto still maintains a significant cottage industry. Bhuddist prayer beads are shpped throughout Japan, but by tradition made only here in Kyoto. Similarly decorative or ceremonial Japanese fans. Both of these involve multiple steps to manufacture, and each step is done seperately in the home of a family that specializes in just that step. For example, the step of glueing the bamboo to the fans is a different family than those who fold the multiple pieces of paper just so, leaving the slots for the bamboo. Nothing is done in a factory. Kyoto is suffering, however, as young people take jobs in the newer economy rather than taking up the family business. So many young people have left the pottery, fan, prayer bead, spirit-house, and Shinto bell businesses that Kyoto is closing schools. Some Geisha districts are also suffering, as interest in the traditional means of sponsoring these arts (wealthy patrons) is fading. Today tourism drives those districts that are thriving (with heavy subsidies from the city). Increasingly Kyoto is turning to tourism, but it's leading industry is still nail-making (like construction nails).


Johnnie's knowledgeable, but also realistic and a little irreverent. Inside a Shrine, Johnnie explains the ritual of Shinto prayer. After washing of the hands and mouth, the penitent approach the front of the shrine. They ring the bell and clap the hands twice. Shinto gods are ethereal, and may be anywhere around, not necessarily in the Spirit House nor necessarily paying any attention to the flock. So the clanging of the bell and clapping of the hands is meant to draw the divine attention for the prayer that follows. He prays at each temple we visit, but also explains that the reason this one with the fox is so well decorated is that the god with the fox symbol helps improve your income. The god with the cow symbol, who improves your mind, has a more humble abode. “99% of Japanese are Shinto, and 99% of Japanese are Bhuddist”, Johnnie tells us. 'Amida Bhudda promises paradise after death, no matter what you do in life' so we pray to him from time to time, but the fox-dude “most popular God in Japan.”


As we walk along the narrow little roads of the districts of fan makers, and potters we are constantly dodging roaring motorcycles, or puttering micro-trucks as they zoom by at terrifying proximity. Ordinarily, I like to walk behind Susan. She's great at spotting sights, but has a nasty habit of drifting into traffic. At one point in Kanazawa I wanted to take a picture in front of where we had dinner. Susan almost put roadkill soup on the menu when she stepped in front of a truck to pose. Fortunately she's getting better about the whole cars-drive-on-the-left thing, just in time for China... where they drive on the right.


The tour ended at 3:00, and having nothing since breakfast except a piece of sushi and a pastry lunch was most definitely a requirement. The noodle shop across the street was packed, with folks spilling out the door and traffic roaring by it was too much for the hypo-glycemics. We trotted up a road that looked promising, but with each step uphill Susan's feet dragged more and more. By the time we found an open shop I was practically dragging the poor thing. Another two blocks and I probably would've needed to just throw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. But we found some curry noodles, and with that and a cup of tea the crisis was remedied.


The rest of the day was spent in other, very touristy pursuits, as we temple hopped along Kyoto's most popular walk. It stretched through a historical district and hugged the base of the green hills. The temples are set back in the parkland, and so are provided with beautiful backdrops. They also command views over the while city. But the real story was the people watching.


The area was jam packed with Japanese tourists. Groups of school boys would trudge past, their disinterest palpable. They would break into a trot and zip by us whenever a chaperone wasn't looking. The babble of the exquisitely planned stream was rarely audible over the cacophony of pilgrims and sightseers jockeying for a position at the best photo spots. After we meandered through the first temple and garden, we discovered the object of the student's haste. Kyoto's OTHER cottage industry is sweets. The main approach to this temple (which we walked in reverse) is lined wall to wall with purveyors of candy, cream puffs, ice cream and the like. The street was a mass of people, mostly kids in their black school uniforms. As we wove our way through the chaos, we felt it our duty to sample the local culture (yum!).


By the end of our walk we were tired, and I was nearly hobbled by my ankle, now newly irritated and swolen. Susan returned the favor of the afternoon taking the initiative for all decisions and planning until my belly was full again.


The next morning we woke at a reasonble hour, but were again helped by our fellow hotel guests. Two Americans were attempting to call their hotel in Tokyo to confirm a reservation, but apparently didn't have the proper number or know how to call city to city or whatever. The poor staff were super courteous, but just didn't understand the broken english of the old couple from Connecticut. Why people speak worse English when they are trying to communicate to someone for whom it's a second language will always be a mystery to me. Susan and I were out of bed, dressed, and had emailed and written the blog for an hour before these two got their phone call completed. Abut half of this time consisted of the woman telling the hotel desk staff that they should just know all of this stuff, and her husband “this is pointless” and “I'm so frustrated I'm not capable of being helpful.”


Susan and I remarked about how tough the job is for the staff. We have found them nothing but nice and helpful. Proactive, even, with iced tea when we come out of the hot bath, and offers of umbrellas on the rainy mornings. We're not sure if they are like this to everybody, or only us because they feel badly that we are sleeping in the closet.


Oh yeah, about that. So, it's high season in Kyoto, and we had some trouble finding hotels that weren't full. Finally, Susan found this place with one room available, “but it is very small” they told her on the phone. No problem, in Tokyo I could touch both walls with flat hands, how small could it be?


Actually, not so small. I need to stretch my fingers to touch the walls! Also, we have two twin-size futons instead of one double-bed. But technically, it isn't a “Japanese style” room. There are no tatami mats on the floor – just hardwood. And it's just off the lobby. And it doesn't really have a door, or the sliding Shoji style doors, or working heat. Basically it is just a bg closet, that sort of fit two futons and table for a TV, so what the hell, they put a works-most-of-the-time lock on the wood sliding doors (light ones, like you might have on, say a closet.) Oila! One “Japanese Style” room ($30 per person, per night, cash only please).


We booked five nights.


So after leaving the brash American couple to their fate, we decided to brave the local buses and save my ankle some wear and tear. Should be no problem; we're old pros. We had to take a local but to get to Lamp No Yado. OK, so the little brochure from the airport says “local buses, very complicated, take train”. But we did OK the last time. Specific instructions helped, as did the precision of the timetable. We got good at comparing the Kanji symbols. Susan stopped in at the main bus office, got the map with both Kanji and a rough phonetic spelling in the western alphabet. The fares in Kyoto are all flat-rate, so at least we didn't need to read the big matrix. We get on the bus, te only westerners, and our taking a little pride when the announcement switches from Japanese to flawless Queen's English. She's kind enough to both announce our stop and tell us when there are nifty sites nearby. Oh, and would you like a cookie? OK, just kidding about that part. But Kyoto has certainly gone out of it's way to accommodate the western tourist.


We amble along the canal-side “philosopher's walk”, famous for how the pretty path at the edge of the park and the city spurs contemplation. Then, into and around the gardens of a couple of temples. It's a beautiful day, warm and sunny, a nice contrast after two days of rain. Susan bemoans that she ddn't bring her flip flops. At a fork in the road the guidepost sends us right, but the guidebook map offers a left or a right. We chose the road less travelled. The path leads into the woods, and at a small gate we decide that the function is not to keep people out, but wildlife in. ???

Quickly the path becomes a hiking trail. We're under the trees now, the footing muddy and the way steep (see good thing you wore your real shoes!). A mostly legible rusty map verifies the guidebook – take rights at every opportunity and we will end up at the next temple. The way was a lot like the woods in Virginia, little more than a soddy rut where many feet have gone before, with exposed roots and a soft bd under your feet from decades of fallen leaves. The path was beautiful, but had a hidden treasure as well; the trees also shelter several small graveyards. While weathered and old, they were clearly still visited. In several places we say fresh flowers, bottles of Sake, or nubs of incense sticks recently burnt. The path climbed high, my ears popped 3 times on the way, and eventually we were at the top of the ridge. It was very windy, and the trees were swaying dramatically. The underbrush was thin, limited by the light, but thrushing musically with the air. Eventually, (suffficiently eventual that we were staring to get nervous) the path turned back down the hill and followed a small stream. The stream fell over a cliff, and suddenly we were looking down on a small shrine, wooden steps hammered into the muddy slope. The route now obvious, we came down behind the next temple on the walk, just as promised, and considered ourselves very lucky. We saw nobody else along the way, but here in the temple, again, was the boisterous crowd of high-tourist season.



Oh yeah, a minor incident with a local. It was attributed to cultural differences and we all went out for beers and sake, so no harm:

Dinner, a stroll through the not-so-impressive Imperial Garden Park, and bed. Tomorrow we are off to Himeji to see the oldest extant castle in Japan.


 

Comments

1

send blog 2 me, pics r cute:)japan sounds fun

  ashley Apr 23, 2008 6:39 AM

2

Hah, love the tree hugging...especially since today is Earth Day!

  Katie Apr 23, 2008 8:24 AM

3

I just caught up with all your travels. Seems that you both are having a great time. What a great adventure! I am proud of both of you for setting off on something that you will remember for the rest of your lives. Lars, I hope your ankle improves. Love, Dad

  Dad Apr 23, 2008 12:01 PM

4

Love the pictures - everything comes across as so clean and vivid. It's also nice to see Susan in her natural environment: in line for coffee and pastries. It was so fun to talk to you yesterday. Have fun!

  Emily Apr 24, 2008 2:12 AM

5

Susan,
I love your blog and Japan just looks incredibly amazing! Have a blast!
XXX

  Heather Apr 24, 2008 10:32 AM

6

Another wonderful entry - you guys are amazing - after eight months, you'll have a book! Terrific photos.
Lars, how can you walk so much on that busted ankle - can you ice at the end of the day in that closet of a room?
Sounds like you are having a fabulous experience, and it's so much fun to share it this way.

Luuk

  Luuk Apr 24, 2008 10:34 PM

About susanandlars


Follow Me

Where I've been

Favourites

Highlights

My trip journals


See all my tags 


 

 

Travel Answers about Japan

Do you have a travel question? Ask other World Nomads.