Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
I’ve had itchy feet for a while now. Real life keeps frustrating the best laid plans however: if it’s not a typhoon rolling in on a public holiday, it’s a broken tooth that needs repeat visits to the dentist. If it’s not that, it’s staying home with the dog for reasons I’m still not entirely clear on. But… there’s always something else. Time to just get up, get out and get over it.
Autumn in Japan is puzzling. The last remnants of summer filter through, but without the humidity, without the misery; the days are all bright sunshine, cool breezes and dry air. It’s doubly confusing for someone from the UK because it often feels like spring time to me. I have to remind myself that the temperature curve is going backwards.
You don’t get something for nothing
Portishead, It Could Be Sweet
I got something for nothing. I was going to call her Red Rum to complement the Black Beauty, but that reminded me too much of The Shining, so I’m going to call her Red Sonja instead.
This bike belonged to the FIL but was sitting doing nothing in storage. It’s about 20 years old, and looks like it’s hardly been ridden. I finally got around to taking possession of it, stuck some new tubes in the wheels and she was good to go.
Take me to the river
And wash me down
Won’t you cleanse my soul
Put my feet on the ground
– Al Green, Take Me To The River
I was planning on a hike because I had the day off, but then I looked at all the other things I had to get done. With a sigh, I resigned myself to tidying the house and doing some paperwork, although I indulged myself and the dog in a longer than usual walk, down to one of our favourite parks.
It’s one of my favourites because it’s nestled right underneath a massive road that links the north of Yokohama and beyond to the south. This weird juxtaposition has always appealed to me – the natural, peaceful world of the park right next door to an invisible and mostly unheard constant flow of traffic.
It’s one of the dog’s favourite parks because he’s a dog. Every park is his favourite.
Just read this Outside Magazine article describing a study which shows that being in the great outdoors is great for reducing stress. So, not just anecdotal any more then. If only I had the time today, I’d be off like a shot… Oh wait –
Short, frequent jaunts are more beneficial than long, occasional walks.
Think I’ll be taking the dog down to the river then for his morning constitutional.
Oh, the water
Hope it don’t rain all day
Nikko is one of the most popular tourist destinations in Japan. It’s a sleepy little town a fair bit north of Tokyo, steeped in Japanese history, best known for being home to the tomb of Tokugawa Ieyasu who was a big deal back in the day. (He unified Japan, and was, obviously, a badass. For example: at the battle of Sekigahara, one of his allies was dithering about whether to join in or not. So Ieyasu ordered his army to start firing on him. Guess who made up his mind and joined in to help Ieyasu? CLANG CLANG. That’s the noise Tokugawa made as he walked about, when he wasn’t wearing his tighter underwear.)
There’s also a carving showing the three monkeys with their paws covering bits of their faces that’s pretty popular too. Oh, and a sleeping cat that is devastatingly underwhelming. Then there’s the famous hairpin bends of the Irohazaka that twist and turn into the mountains, where you can find Lake Chuzenji and the Kegon Falls.
I’ve done most of the touristy things in Nikko, and, ever since my first trip there when I found a map in English showing just how much more there is in Nikko, I’ve wanted to get up into the mountains proper and go hiking.
Even if there are bears.
Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Today, we’re going kayaking. For real this time. Lakes don’t have problems with waves.
Another early start, this time to pick up a rental car. Then it’s out into the countryside.
The sun is out, picking out the beautiful colours of the hillsides. We head onto the highway, and the views drop off a little, but we’re still surrounded by fields, trees and hills. I catch the ocean sparkling in the distance for a fleeting moment.
Once we exit the highway, we take a back road beside a river that twists and turns through pine trees, farmland and then up into the mountains. It’s vaguely reminiscent of the opening to The Shining. (Or the ending to Bladerunner.)
Down, down, down
Don’t mess around
– Arcade Fire, Reflektor
DAY 4 – Lake Yamanaka to Yokohama (August 8th, 2014)
Mount Fuji & Lake Yamanaka from Panorama-Dai.
Get up early, break camp in a jiffy (because my tent is BADASS) and off we go – up again. My leg doesn’t like the uphill. It asks if we can take a break, and so we stop at the Lake Yamanaka panoramadai – one of apparently eight such places located all around the Big Lass (Fuji) that give the public breathtaking views of her in all her majesty. There’s quite a few people up here, even though it’s six in the morning. Some of them are having breakfast. I already ate.
Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream
– The Beatles, Tomorrow Never Knows
DAY 3 – Around Lake Yamanaka (August 7th, 2014)
View of Fuji from Misaki Campsite
Wake up feeling rested. At last.
I’d arrived too late the night previous but a phone call to the campsite owner got me permission to pay the morning after. He seemed a bit rude when we met, but I figured it was just the rural Japan meets gaijin phenomenon – a peculiar thing that happens mostly in the countryside: you walk into a shop/restaurant/whatever, smile & speak perfectly acceptable Japanese; there’s a moment of wide-eyed confusion before the person you’re talking to realizes the words are Japanese, despite what the visual may be advertising. It almost never gets old.
This is all kinds of brilliant.