Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Kagoshima: May 2-4


Wednesday Night
The rain and clouds that had been following me for the first half of the week disappeared as soon as I alighted from the train at Kagoshima Chuo Station. The clearing skies were the harbinger to show me that this part of my trip was about to be the best. Because oh yes, it was.

At 7:00 p.m., I was met at the gate by Mr. and Mrs. S, the friendly parents of my long-ago Japanese crush. If I hadn’t been exactly sure what his mom looked like, I could have recognized his dad anywhere: his son is his spitting image! Of course I was a little nervous, but they were so welcoming and kind that I soon relaxed into my usual genki self. His mom speaks very good English but I tried my best to hold up my end of the conversation in Japanese.

They first took me to the hostel I had made reservations at so I could drop my bags off. Being only 1500 yen a night, I didn’t expect too much, and it met my low expectations quite well. I threw my bags down on one of the 6 bunkbeds lining the walls and went back outside where my hosts were waiting.

That first night, we went to a real sushi bar, where the smiling chef prepared us a feast of every fish in sight (and made me a present of a Kagoshima sake cup, too!). It was my first time eating sushi not in a restaurant or a 100-yen kaiten/revolving sushi place, and I could taste the difference! While we ate we discussed our plans for the next two days. The first thing that was decided was that I would leave the hostel (3,000 yen be damned) and instead stay in the furnished apartment the family occasionally rented out. So even though I didn’t get my money back when I went to retrieve my luggage, I did sleep soundly for two nights on a comfortable bed in the heart of Kagoshima.

Thursday

            Promptly at 8:30 the next morning, Mr. and Mrs. S came to pick me up. They had brought some kind of mochi for breakfast that you slice with a piece of thread wrapped around your teeth. Then you dip it in brown sugar and another powder (oh, what’s its name?!) that tastes similar to peanuts. It’s divine!

            S had informed his parents that I was more the outdoor than indoor type, so we didn’t waste any time in the city itself but instead soaked ourselves in the warm weather. That whole day was filled with beautiful places and scenic viewpoints whose names and positions on the map I tried to keep up with but failed. After a while I gave up trying, and instead just concentrated on the experiences as they were happening.

            In the morning, a short walk through the woods that led to a platform overlooking Sakurajima, the island’s famous volcano.

            A historic park, a wide expanse of garden, flowers, palm trees, and samurais.

            A Kagoshima specialty lunch of rice, chicken, and vegetables covered in chicken soup.

            A visit to S’s grandmother’s house, where we drank hot tea and enjoyed pleasant conversation. Such a kind soul!

            A visit to a famous Korean pottery factory, where I had a guided tour in English and bought matching hand-kilned cups.

             Later, a two-hour drive through windy mountain roads lined with large, leafy green trees I’d never seen before, everything big and green and sweet-smelling. On the drive, we made two quick stops: one at a park overlooking the sparkling water, brilliant pink azalea bushes in full blossom, palm trees swaying . . . and another stop at the farthest south train station in Japan.

            To wrap up a beautiful day, I took a hot sand bath (wearing only a yukatta and buried in warm sand on the beach for about 15 minutes) and then soaked in an enormous outdoor onsen with a view of the ocean, one of the most famous in Kagoshima.

            By the time we got back to the city, I was so very relaxed and sleepy, but perked right up again when we started to eat dinner: sushi, grilled beef and fish, noodles and vegetables, and lots and lots of beer. How cool was it to enjoy good food, good drinks, and good company?
            But before I knew it, it was 11:00, and time to go to bed.

Friday

            I was picked up right at 8:30 on the dot on Friday morning. Time was short and there was a lot to do and see!

            We started driving north and stopped at a big red temple, where, for sake of time, we prayed from the sidelines instead of waiting in line to go inside. Our destination was a park/farm (?) where we took a train and a cable car up to the top of a mountain, giving us a spectacular view of the valley below. Afterwards we stopped by the oldest train station in Japan (Kyushu is full of superlatives!) and later feasted on black pork tonkatsu (deep-fried cutlet—it’s delicious) for lunch. But then, just as soon as it had begun, it was time to leave.

            At the airport, S’s mom pointed out all the different omiyage for sale. “While you were here, you ate this . . . and this . . . and this . . . ” It turns out I had been introduced to and eaten almost everything famous from that area! Yatta!

            After researching and planning my first three days in Kyushu, adding this, cutting out that (wishing I wouldn’t have tried to go to Aso-san), it felt so nice to be taken care of so well in Kagoshima. I didn’t have to plan anything or stress myself out; I could just go along and enjoy everything that was presented to me. There’s an expression in Japanese “osewa ni narimashita” which literally means, “I have become under your care” or “You have taken care of me.” I felt more than anything that I had been gathered under their wing and been taken care of so well.

            Of course, throughout those two days, I would stop myself in the middle of whatever we were doing and think to myself: “I’m in Kagoshima. With S’s parents.” Would I ever have thought, five years ago, that such things could actually happen? 
           






Monday, May 14, 2012

Kumamoto: May 1-2

First things first, let’s see this famous castle everyone’s talking about.

Second things second, what are we going to do for the next two hours until our couch surfer host can meet? How about wander around this park in the drizzle? That’s nice. This is really pretty. Ooooh, who’s that other gaijin walking around? I have no idea, he’s cute, though. Maybe we should talk to him . . . oh, he’s gone now. Well, nevermind, then.

OK, now what? Mmmm, let’s try to find an awning to stand under. Good thing you brought that umbrella. The rain is really coming down.

Oh, finally, it’s 7:00! And here’s K now! Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Jaimie. Thanks for letting me stay. Ramen? I’d love ramen! Wow, this is really delicious. This is your place? Very cool. Well, goodnight! Thanks a lot for being a great host. If you ever come to Gunma, let me know. Goodbye . . . !

All right, here it is, 7:30 a.m. and I’m on the most crowded streetcar I’ve ever been on. And it keeps getting more crowded. Don’t knock me over, guy, that’s rude. Seriously, how many people can you fit on this thing?! Finally, Kumamoto Station! And. . . let’s see here . . . 8:23 train to Nantoka-Nishi, then I’ll get a bus to the Mt. Aso volcano, and a cable car to the top. Oh, I'm so excited! I'm really looking forward to seeing the crater and the steaming lake. It’s gonna be so cool!

Are you kidding me? A two-hour train ride and a half-hour bus ride, and I can’t go up to see the volcano? It’s closed?! Off limits? Well I guess I don’t want to inhale toxic fumes and die, but SERIOUSLY? Oh, all right, I’ll go to the Volcano Museum instead.

Whoa! What’s the deal with the animatronic guide?! Creeeeeepy!

Most. Disappointing. Thing. Ever. Even with the “live coverage” of the volcano broadcast into the museum, it’s way too cloudy and misty to see anything. Guess I’ll go sit on this bench in the corner of the omiyage place and wait for the next bus back. It’s way too cold to walk around, anyway, and this horizontal rain is stinging. I thought it was going to be warmer today . . .

Oh, hello, sir. You’re waiting for your bus, too? It’s a shame about the weather, isn’t it? Thank you, I’ve been in Japan two years. Haha, no, my Japanese isn’t good yet; I’m still studying! Oh, you’re from Tokyo? I live in Gunma now. Yes, yes, Kyushu is beautiful; I love it. Oh, it was nice talking to you, too, have a good rest of your trip! What? Seriously? You’ll buy me two boxes of omiyage plus a karai daikon? That’s so nice of you! What a feast! Thank you very much!

What a sweet old man. I love being able to communicate with people, even when my Japanese isn’t all that good. I like this couple over here, too. It's nice that they're talking to me a little bit, too. It’s cool that even though the guy is deaf, we can still talk about how cold it is, how bad it is to have missed the volcano, and how spicy that daikon is.

Well, it's 1:15, time to go back down, huh. Guess I’ll try some of this fried horsemeat before I go. Who knows when I’ll have a chance to eat that again. Mmm, not too bad. Not the best thing I’ve ever had, but not bad either.

All right, back at Kumamoto Station. What do you want to do? You wanna eat here or wait till Kagoshima? Tell ya what. Why don't you try to change your Shinkansen ticket for an earlier one, that way you can get to Kagoshima an hour earlier and eat with Soshi’s parents? Don’t forget to get your stuff out of that locker before you go either. And take your coat off; you don't need it any more. 

All right, now that you’re nicely settled in your comfortable Shinkansen seat, speeding towards the southern tip of Kyushu, what did you really accomplish today? Met two German travelers, a Japanese couple, and a lady from Singapore, got some free omiyage from that nice retired man, ate some horsemeat, and learned about volcanoes, even if I didn’t see one. Not a completely wasted day, I suppose. I sure hope Kagoshima is fun.

Nagasaki: April 30-May 1



(Before my story starts, I’d like to put in a plug for Couchsurfing.org. I used it both in Nagasaki and Kumamoto and met two really cool people. Sign up, host, surf! It’s awesome!)

My flight left Tokyo for Nagasaki at 7:30 a.m. on Monday morning. Having spent an almost-sleepless night in Tokyo the night before (“gotta get up in 6 hours . . . gotta get up in 5 hours . . . “) I was obviously exhausted. But I slept a little on the plane and managed to be fairly coherent by the time I met my previously-arranged tour guide in front of the Atomic Bomb Museum at noon.

I was prepared for the museum to leave me breathless and teary with its stories of massive death and destruction, but unfortunately all I felt was annoyed at the sexagenarian who was accompanying me. She was a kind enough lady, and certainly knew a lot about the subject, but she had a tendency to just read the posted plaques beside the displays without giving much extra information. After she talked, she looked at me pointedly as if she expected some kind of intelligent reply, but all I could do was murmur politely, “That must have been horrible,” over and over again. Her presence ended up being more of a distraction than a help, and I kind of wished the whole time to be left alone so I could immerse myself in the history at my own pace. When it comes to something as monumental as war, I need time to think about it on my own.

We did do one thing that I would never have known about on my own: in a hard-to-find corner of the National Atomic Bomb Museum, she sat me down in front of a computer and said, “You can record a message that will be kept here for the next ten years.” So I had my digital picture taken and penned a hopeful-sounding message to the people of the future. Maybe I’ll return in a few years and look myself up, if the world is still standing.

After the museum, she took me to the atomic bomb hypocenter, the place where the bomb actually exploded. Now it’s a green park with flourishing trees and memorial statues dotting the place. It was sprinkling lightly but with a jacket and umbrella it wasn’t too cold. We strolled around Peace Park as well, admiring the gifts of various statues from around the world. As we walked, we chatted somewhat amicably in English (and surprisingly, in Spanish!), but I could never reach beyond her tour guide personality into what she really thought about things. Maybe that’s what bothered me—that we couldn't have a real conversation. It was just, “Look at this, look at that.”

Three hours after we started (we also saw a cathedral) we said goodbye back at the front door of the museum. For 1,000 yen, I had learned a lot about Nagasaki’s history and the horror of the atomic bomb, but I honestly feel that it would have been a better experience left to my own devices.

Luckily, I had the next 48 hours to be by myself.

***

I’ve only traveled by myself once before, when I was 21 and in Spain for a month and a half. I was supposed to meet a friend in Granada, but she backed out at the last minute, so I went by myself. Even though I ended up meeting some really awesome people at the pension I stayed at, the first night of having dinner by myself in a crowded plaza was unpleasant at best.

Eight years later, I only felt self-confident and assured as I guided myself around the city. Armed with just a tourist map and my iPhone, my 20-pound backpack and I checked out all the cool things Nagasaki has to offer in a day and a half. Prior to my original belief, this city is NOT just the site of the atomic bombing in World War II. It’s a hip, cool, interesting, city with a history of international immigration. You can walk to many of the tourist sites, or take a tram/streetcar for 120 yen no matter how far you go. So I checked out Dejima (the site of a 17th c. Dutch factory), Hollander Slope (more Dutch), Western-style houses, Glover Garden (home of a famous Scottish man), Chinatown (obvious), several Catholic cathedrals, and, one of the few Japanese things, Temple Row. I also bought a castella pound cake (a Portuguese delicacy) at the oldest shop in town—and ate more than half of it myself.

Just walking down the streets in Nagasaki had such a good feel to them. The city isn’t too big, isn’t too small, it’s just right! And the springtime weather, after the harsh Gunma winter, was a welcome relief. However, time’s a wasting; we've gotta board the bus for Kumamoto.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Kyushu Prologue: How I Ended Up In Japan to Begin With


This is the story of a 25-year old American girl who fell hopelessly in love with a Japanese foreign-exchange student from Kagoshima in 2007. She was working on her Master’s in ESL Education; he was studying English at the same university and came to her weekly English conversation group. OK, so she was married and he was completely uninterested in her, but despite the fact that nothing even remotely romantic ever passed between them, he was the reason that she first became interested in the language and culture of Japan.  

She met other Japanese students; they taught her hiragana and katakana and how to say basic greetings in their smoothly flowing language. She started doing a language exchange with a Japanese woman living nearby. And after one new Japanese girlfriend made her a mix CD of popular Japanese music, our heroine listened to Aiko singing “Sakura no Toki” over and over again, straining for the one or two words she could actually understand. As her Master’s graduation grew nearer and nearer, her resolve grew stronger. “I’ll go to Japan,” she promised herself. “I will go teach English in Japan.”

In May 2008, the cute Japanese boy moved to Texas for grad school and was soon in a long-term committed relationship with a pretty Japanese girl he met there. Gradually, he and the American girl who had been hopelessly infatuated with him lost contact with each other. By the time she finally arrived in Japan in 2010, freshly single and with this new language tripping lightly on her tongue, she discovered with something like surprise that she had lost all romantic interest at all in her long-ago idol.

It wasn’t the end, though. Through a series of interconnected events, four years after she said goodbye to him on a bench at their North Carolina university, she found herself in his hometown, hanging out with his parents . . .