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Of Pancakes and Drowned Rats (Nikko)

JAPAN | Friday, 2 May 2008 | Views [1508] | Comments [1]

I am old. I did my best to run away, but turned 30 nonetheless. Although, when exactly I turned 30 is a little bit of a mystery, what with timezones and datelines and what not. We decided that this meant I got to treat two days as my birthday, the day I woke up in Japan and it was the 24th here, and the day I woke up in Japan and it was the 24th where I was born. Poor Susan, we'll be back before hers so she'll only get one 30th!


We got into Nikko late on the 23rd. Again, our arrival was facilitated by very friendly locals, as the Rail station ticket attendant came out of his booth to trot ahead of us and lead us as we raced to catch the last bus across town for an hour. Sixty seconds off the train we were on the bus! We checked into our hotel, and the friendly proprietress informed us “My house has hot spring.” It wasn't bad translation, she lives upstairs, and it was as promised – an honest to God Onsen right next to our room. Perfect after six hours of trains and train stations. We managed a shower and a soak before shut eye, and were still unconscious well before midnight stuck and I became officially old.


The morning was gray and wet and totally uninspiring. We got up slowly. The hotel serves a nice breakfast, with fruit and bread and free refills of coffee! You have no idea how nice this is. Coffee in Japan is everywhere, but you pay somewhere between 3 and 6 dollars, and you get a nice delicate little porcelin cup with two very tasty sips of coffee in it. The only cheap coffee in this country comes from vending machines (seriously) and while it will do in a caffeine addiction pinch, it tastes more like the can than the coffee. So free coffee refills was a huge birthday bonus. Eventually, after about four or five big cups, we bounced off and took in a cute little Shinto shrine just around the bend from our hotel.


Nikko is a pretty little town. It runs along the banks of a river that is raging right now from the rains and the snowmelt. We walked through the town and were in an weid post-apocalyptic world with very pretty gardens and no living people. Fortunately, we eventually crossed paths with a gaggle of yellow-headed urchins on a school trip. The uniforms for the primary school kids includes bright yellow hats to help cars see the little buggers when they run out in front of traffic. The effect is pretty humourous when you're six feet tall and they all turn to stare at once – as if a field of sunflowers simultaneous rotated to gawk and giggle.


A few of the Sakura still had their blossoms, and we took some fun photos with some Buddhas, but the weather was foul and once the caffeine jitters wore off we both just wanted to do nothing. Susan was being such a good sport, and didn't want to do anything that would steer me off of what I wanted to do for my birthday, but we were both pleased as punch to be back at the B&B with a cup of hot green tea and a deck of cards. On our first full game of Canasta Susan had a comfortable victory, and now on my birthday she celebrated with me by giving me a thumping. We've been setting a pretty hectic pace so far, and I think a rainy day was just what we needed. Not to mention our own hot-spring!


We did make it out of our comfort zone for dinner. We went to this little cook-your-own pancake place. It was a long walk through town, and at 7:30 this place was dead. We saw almost noone on the streets, and every shop was locked tight. The pancake place was cozy and cute, with five or six tables. At two were some locals and at one a western woman looking like a drowned rat. About five minutes after we sat down she came over to ask if we spoke English. She was so hungry, but couldn't figure out what to do. Fortunately, while she had popped over to us the little old lady than ran the place put everything on the grill for her. We invited her to share a beer after her meal. Our order came out and was ambiguously the pre-dinner salad with too much dressing or the pancake. We decided to try cooking it – the right move, but apparently we were supposed to mix it first. We did better with our second set of pancakes, which actually looked like pancakes. It was all very delicious and warm after the cold walk in the rain.


Monica, the poor drowned rat, was from Poland. She was nearly crying when she first came over but seemed to be doing better with some food in her belly. We chatted over beers and heard her tale of woe. Seems she doesn't like Japan at all; thinks the food is inedible, the people unfriendly, and finds the “assymetry” leaves her feeling like it isn't particularly clean. We did our best to listen and smile consolingly, and encouraged her that Kyoto would be much better than her experiences thus far in Tokyo. But also, she is travelling alone, and I can see that it would be much harder not having anyone to talk to or split the logistics with or drag you to lunch when you become hypoglycemic and non-functional.


Even so, I can's resolve her experience with my own. A few days earlier, when we were on our way to Nara, we had to change trains in Osaka, but it turns out there are two different stations with the same name that are conjoined, but about 1 km apart. When we were staring at our guidebook, trying to decode the overhead signs in the station a kid came by, offered to help and then walked with us almost the whole way. He too, didn't actually know where we were going, and kept asking directions of random people along the way.


The second morning in Nikko the weather had broken. The clouds had lifted and suddenly we could see that the hills around the village were really mountains, and that behind these rose a ridge of behemoths still topped with snow. It's actually still ski season in Nikko, and had we wanted to we could have been up there in a couple of hours. Instead, we used our proximity to beat the crowds which typically come up as a day-trip from Tokyo. The grand jewels of Nikko are tightly packed in a circuit up and back down the mountainside, deep in ancient forests. A Tokugawa Shogun is buried here (and partly in Koya-san as well) and Nikko is where Horihito spent the second world war – safely away from the cities.


The temples of Nikko were great, settled deep in the forested hills. Right about the time we completed the circuit they were getting crowded, and we were getting hungry. The specialty here is Yuba, which is made from the skin on soy milk. It is way better than it sounds, I promise you. We've had so many different types of food in Japan, from three-year aged Fugu (blowfish) roe to the “peasant food” of soba (buckwheat noodles) and I can't think of anything I didn't like except for the squid balls posing as creampuffs.

Ater a nap we took a nice little hike to a nearby public onsen. The path winds along the river and through a little series of “Jizu” statues. He is a sort of the guardian spirit, particularly of children, so you often find him wearing little red bibs and little red hats (so he doesn't get cold). The sun was out and the weather pleasant but a little crisp, perfect for cooling off after our soak.


The next day, on our last morning in Nikko, we went for a quick hike again, and to get some photos with Jizu. Then we were off for our trains and Kamakura.

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That is a humongous backpack, Susan! I can understand how running for trains is a challenge.

  PapaSan May 9, 2008 11:37 PM

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