Friday, November 9, 2012

Kyushu Road Trip, Day 1: Winding Roads and Waterfalls

Nana and I did something strange last month: we rented a car, gathered a posse, and took a two-day drive through the rugged Kyushu hinterlands - then a week later, we packed Dan and Kath in the car and did the same thing again.

Each time, we followed roughly the same route: expressway to Oita prefecture, windy little roads from Kokonoe into the mountains of the Kuju Plateau, and an overnight in a quiet onsen town. Then, across the fields of wild barely into the Aso caldera, up to the very much active crater of Nakadake, down to the expressway at Kumamoto and straight on till morning. In essence, a drive straight through the heart of Aso-Kuju National Park. Beautiful, and well worth the repeat voyage.

On our first day, not counting expressway driving, we covered a stretch of mountains from Kokonoe to the southern edge of the Kuju plateau. Along with Aso, Kuju is one of the most volcanically active areas in Japan. As such, it's a strange and abrupt landscape, scored with deep wooded canyons, laced with waterfalls, and dotted with hot springs.

Our first photo spot, however, looked almost Pennsylvanian . . .



But the similarities stopped there. Shortly upriver from there, the road turns into this:
Yikes.
Basically, the road gets to the head of a canyon, then instead of giving up and turning back like a good, God-fearing road should, it proceeds climb directly up the canyon wall in a series of hairpin switchbacks. (Still, not nearly as harrowing as those Australian switchbacks Nana had to navigate in the dark.)

At the top of the hill is an apparently famous Japanese roadside attraction: a rest-stop-restaurant-waterfall-shrine-spa run by people made up to look like tanuki (that's Nana's scholarly treatise on the tanuki, which is possibly NSFW).



A free footbath for weary travelers.

The view back down to the road below.

From there, it was a short way uphill to the Kokonoe Dream Bridge, a huge suspended footbridge built as a viewing platform for two of Kyushu's biggest waterfalls.




The Kuju Mountains. Look closely and you can see some smoke from one of the active craters.


The middle-aged Korean man spontaneously breaking into "Gangnam Style" was, I am told, not part of the standard visitor experience.



Watch as my graduated filter struggles mightily to handle this light!

A tiny hint of rainbow down there.
According to this sign, Godzilla cannot get you on this bridge. (I hope.)
For the record, that bridge sways like a mofo.

Down below the bridge is a trail to a little wooded viewing area, where you can get a closer view of the larger of the two falls. A very pretty spot.

As you can see, we were there much earlier in the day the second time around.
After the Dream Bridge, we came down the south side of the Kuju Plateau, passing hundreds of hikers' parked cars along the way.
Then, with Dan and Kath, we spent the night just outside the famous onsen town of Kurokawa - listed as one of the most beautiful villages in Japan, and one of the country's most highly regarded hot spring towns.




Sunday, November 4, 2012

Coincidences

Time: the Friday before Justin and I are scheduled to take his parents to the hot spring (onsen) hotel near Kurokawa called Fujimoto (owner's name) Ryokan (traditional inn). It is a fabulous weekend spa-style retreat in rhe mountains with natural geothermal baths, and something his mom had been looking forward to since booking her trip here. All errors of Japanese are probably authentic.

My phone rings.
Me: Hello?
Person: indecipherable Japanese.
Me: すみません, えいごを話まづか?(Sorry, do you speak English?)
Person: いいえ(no). More indecipherable Japanese.
Justin: Hey, is that the hotel calling about our reservation?
Me: Um... 藤本ですか? (Fujimoto?)
Person:はい!(yes!). More Japanese.
Me: Ah... ちょっとまってください. One moment please, followed by a disastrous sentence which aspired to convey that I would hand the phone to Justin, whose Japanese is better, but which, based on homophones I just looked up in the dictionary, probably said something more like "The fur seal is melodious.
Person: puzzled sound.

Justin manfully took over, and asked the man if he could confirm our reservation for 3 pm Sunday. The man objected. Justin said we would be driving to Kurokawa and could change the reservation time if necessary. The man said something about Monday. Justin said that we had booked for Sunday months ago. The man said no to Sunday again. The conversation went around for a few more minutes before Justin decided to call in the big guns and ask our Japanese friend Toshi, who helped us find Fujimoto in the first place, to call the man for us and find out what the heck was going on.

A few minutes later, Toshi calls back.

It turns out the man was not Fujimoto Ryokan in Kurokawa, but rather a wrong number looking for a man named Fujimoto in Kurokawa. "Reservation" and "appointment" are the same in Japanese (予約/yoyaku) and rather than calling to confirm our Fujimoto yoyaku, he was calling to make a yoyaku with Fujimoto to foreclose on him, I believe for nonpayment of rent, and he didn't want to do this on the weekend. Every step of the way, coincidences lined up to make for an utterly bewildering string of statistically implausible misunderstandings. I mean, what are the odds that he'd misdial my phone to make a yoyaku with Fujimoto in Kurokawa the exact same weeked that we had a yoyaku at Fujimoto in Kurokawa?

Fujimoto Ryokan called the next day. 3 pm on Sunday was fine.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Wednesday Weirdness: Hojicha Kit-Kats

Hojicha is a kind of roasted green tea. It's also, apparently, a flavor of Kit-Kat.

We've covered weird Kit-Kats before. They're kind of a thing in these parts, with a variety of limited releases corresponding to certain regions or certain times of the year. We picked these up in the Kyoto train station while traveling with Dan and Kath last week.

The verdict? Pretty good, actually. Tastes a lot like a hojicha latte.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Life Lessons In Engrish From Dan and Kath

Having two fresh pairs of eyes along with us this week has made us much more attuned to the Engrish all around us.

In other news, Dan and Kath have successfully completed their trek through western Japan - now we're just hanging out in Fukuoka for the evening before they head back to Pittsburgh tomorrow. (We were able to change some flights around, so they should be missing the worst of this much-anticipated storm.)

Friday, October 19, 2012

Guess who's in Japan?

That's right: the parental units have landed! We'll be giving Dan and Kath the grand tour while school is on break for the week, so you may not hear from us for the next couple of days. Kurokawa, Aso, Nagasaki, and Kyoto, here we come!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Wednesday Weirdness: Kumamoto Shiso Soda

Shiso is an aromatic herb popular in Japanese cuisine. The green variety is commonly eaten with sushi or sashimi, while the red variety is used for certain sweets. It's related to mint, and the taste is somewhere between mint and licorice, with maybe a dash of sweet basil. Though honestly, it's kind of silly to try to describe it - shiso really tastes like nothing else in the world.

I adore the stuff, but it makes Nana gag. So naturally, when she spotted a bottle of shiso soda at an expressway rest stop in Kumamoto, she had to get me one.
 It was awesome. It really tasted like red shiso!
The little bear, by the way, is Kumamon, the mascot for Kumamoto. It's a pun: the kuma in Kumamoto means "bear," and "mon" is an abbreviation of the loan word for "monster," as in Pokemon ("poket monster"). In fact, the kanji for Kumamoto literally translate to "source of bears," which is a sweet name for a city.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Osaka Castle: Justin *is* Toyotomi Hideyoshi


Toyotomi Hideyoshi was kind of a big deal. Building on the accomplishments of Oda Nobunaga before him, Toyotomi Hideyoshi unified Japan through a combination of military prowess and shrewd diplomacy (though more of the former than the latter, in most cases). Although his clan's reign lasted only a generation, he established the foundation of the Tokugawa Shogunate, which would rule Japan from the early 1600s until the Meiji Restoration in 1868.

Basically, Toyotomi Hideyoshi was the ultimate old-school samurai, and his rise through the ranks from peasant to warrior to rascal to lord of all Japan has made him one of the nation's great heroes.

Osaka Castle was one of Toyotomi Hideyoshi's major strongholds. It was also the site of his son's last stand against Tokugawa Ieyasu, erstwhile ally and founder of the Tokugawa Shogunate. While the old castle has been destroyed several times over, a relatively careful reconstruction of the main tower sits on the old site, and of course the sprawling moats and battlements will take more than a few hundred years and one world war to destroy.
Though some of us may have tried our best.

Today, the castle and its grounds form an enormous park right in the busy modern heart of Osaka. The main tower is now a museum dedicated largely to the story of Toyotomi Hideyoshi and his clan.
The museum itself is nothing spectacular. A lot of the exhibits are in Japanese only, though there were some really great videos on the castle and on some of the old screen paintings depicting major battles in the history of the Toyotomi clan.

The view from the top was nice, though.
Oh, yeah - and I paid a few hundred yen to dress up like Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

My war face.

My "Oh my gosh this thing weighs a million pounds" face.
All in all, not a bad way to spend a beautiful late-summer day!