Tokyo

Outside the Hostel

Schools in Japan take a two week break for New Year’s holidays, so two fellow teachers and I decided to take advantage of the much needed time off by traveling to Tokyo for a week of exploration and relaxation.  We stuck around town for Christmas celebrations and headed out on the 26^th.  After a quick train ride to Koriyama we hopped on a bus for Tokyo.  The trip was supposed to take about four hours, but by the time we hit Tokyo traffic it was closer to five.  We could have taken shinkansen (bullet train) and made it in about 90 minutes, but it would’ve cost twice as much.  We arrived on the opposite side of the city from our hostel, so we had to figure out the train system right away after the bus let us off.  Luckily, the Tokyo train/subway system isn’t too hard to navigate (and I also really enjoy deciphering subway maps – strange, but true).  After another 40 minutes and one wrong turn, we were at our hostel.  Checking into the hostel was interesting because it was really the first time I had taken note of the difference between an average tourist and me.  I’ve been in country for a few months now, I can get around alright; the culture might still seem strange to me, but it doesn’t surprise or shock me much anymore; I know to take my shoes off in a genkan.  So when we got to the hostel the worker there started to explain things about the showers, things about trains, when we needed to take off our shoes, etc.  But she quickly realized we weren’t fresh off the boat and instantly became friendlier and more familiar with us.  It’s nice to be able to travel over here while being in the know, at least a little bit.

After we found the hostel and got our bags situated, it was time to hunt for dinner.  Eric and Celeste were my traveling companions for this trip, and before we even left home we made a plan for meals.  You see, it’s not that we are indecisive people, it’s just that we usually don’t mind where we eat.  We’ve had difficulties deciding on food in the past, just because none of us have felt strongly about one place in particular and end up wandering the streets in search of the perfect restaurant.  Ok, I guess we are indecisive.  So for this trip we decided to take turns picking where we would eat dinner.  I think it was Celeste’s turn that first night, but it didn’t matter because the choice was clear.  Almost immediately after we left the hostel we found a yaki-tori restaurant and made a bee-line in that direction.  There was another good thing about traveling with only two others: most things in Japan are smaller than they are in America, and that includes restaurants.  Finding seating for a group of seven has given us problems on past trips, but with the three of us we could go anywhere.  So we entered the yaki-tori joint and they put us in what at first looked like a broom closet, but no, there was just enough room for three chairs jammed around a small table at the wall.  You may be wondering what yaki-tori is.  It’s basically chicken shish-kabob.  You can get different veggies on the skewers or different flavors of chicken, like curry or wasabi (both of which were delicious). 

So what do you do after dinner your first night in Tokyo?  Why, karaoke, of course!  I knew that karaoke was very popular in Japan, but I never realized the extent of it until I made it to Tokyo.  Karaoke is to Tokyo what coffee is to Seattle.  It wasn’t uncommon to see a karaoke place on every block in some parts of the city; sometimes they were even right across the street from each other.  After an hour of singing and laughing we were tired enough to call it a night, ready to hit the zoo the next day.

Cool giraffe beats lazy panda 10 days out of 10.

We woke up and grabbed the free hostel breakfast of toast, nescafe, and soft-boiled eggs.  Not quite my cup of tea, but when we left the hostel we found a bakery right next to the local train station.  Bakeries and baked goods in general are not very common in Japan, so almost every other morning of our trip we stopped there for breakfast.  So many carbs.  Mmm.   But we didn’t know about the bakery that first morning, so it was some toast with jam and we were off to the Ueno Zoo.  The highlight of the zoo happened right after we got there at the giraffe pen.  On giraffe and found a low spot in the fence and was reaching his neck over to snack on some of the vegetation.  Eric was able to get close enough to feed it a leaf or two and got a nice lick in return.  The other animals were pretty cool, gorillas, polar bears, and I guess the panda was pretty cool too, but the giraffe was definitely the best part of the day.  After we were through with the zoo we decided to explore some other districts of Tokyo.  We ended up having ramen for dinner (don’t ask me why we don’t have ramen shops in America, I don’t know, but I do know that we are missing out).  After that we saw a sign for bowling, so we rolled a couple of games before making our way back to the hostel. 

Me and Splash Mountain

Day three, Friday, Disneyland.  We woke up a little earlier than we did to make it to the zoo, stopped at the bakery for breakfast, and hopped on the train to Mickey’s place.  The day started out nice, but it ended up raining in the afternoon through the evening. Brrrrr.  We still had a good time though; we didn’t let the rain stop us.  Splash mountain?  Of course.  Eric and I got seats in the very front of the ride and got a face full of splash after the big hill.  And they even got the rain to stop for the evening’s fireworks.  I was surprised by the amount of English inside the theme park.  It seemed like almost every sign in the park was written in both Japanese and English, but the English usually appeared on the signs above the Japanese.  And some signs didn’t have any Japanese on them at all.  Go figure.  One interesting part of the day was the parade they had in the afternoon.  About 45 minutes before the parade families started laying picnic blankets in orderly rows along the sides of the road and eating snacks while waiting for the parade to start.  Oh, and another thing I think might be particular to Tokyo Disney: churros, turkey legs, and popcorn.  They had plenty of food carts throughout the park, but these were the only three things they sold.  Weird.  Anyway, that was Disney.  We stayed till they closed and road the trains back to the hostel.  

Eric and Celeste under the Tokyo Tower.

We had no set agenda for Saturday, so we did some more exploring.  We spent a good part of the day in Asakusa, doing shopping in some shops that have been around since the Edo era of Tokyo (really old) and checking out some old shrines.  After doing some more exploring we ended up at the Tokyo Tower for sunset.  It was a little cloudy, but the sunset was still great.  We found a Victorian-style pub in Akihabara for dinner and I had some great shepherd’s pie.  Akihabara is famous for its electronics’ stores, so we popped into a couple before heading back home.  And what should I find in one, but the same toy train set that I had when I was a kid!  That brought back some memories.

I had these when I was a kid!  Oh, the memories.

There are plenty of interesting people in Tokyo, but they say that the place to find the most interesting folks is Sundays in Harajuku.  There are plenty of weird shops, and the district is famous for people dressing up in anime costumes and walking around.  We hoped to get a good show on Sunday, but it was pretty rainy and most of the costume people must have stayed home.  But the time in Harajuku was just to kill some time before the day’s main activity, set to happen that afternoon. 

This is where my dad taught.

As most of you know, this trip wasn’t the first time I’ve been in Tokyo.  I actually lived in Tokyo until just after I was two years old.  So I don’t remember any of it, but there are still plenty of people that remember me, so I thought I would take some time during our visit to pop over to my old stomping grounds.  After some effort with online train maps I was able to figure out how to get out to Higashimurayama.  I surprised myself with a memory on the way out there.  I don’t remember anything really about my time in Japan when I was little; who remembers anything from when they were two?  But when we were waiting for the train to take us there I did remember one thing: the yellow trains.  The train line to get from downtown Tokyo to Higashimurayama is bright yellow.  When the train approached the platform I was awash in a sea of nostalgia.  It wasn’t the sight of it so much that I remembered – more of a feeling brought on by the sight.  I didn’t really remember seeing the yellow train ever before, but I knew I had seen it.  Anyway, we got on the train and carefully watched the stops fly by until we reached our destination.  We were picked up by one of the few folks there that I actually had memories of because of his visits to America, Daniel Sexton, and he took us to the mission’s complex/seminary to attend the English church service there.  But first he gave us a tour of the seminary where my dad used to teach and my old house and everything.  It was neat to finally see the places I’ve heard all about, but, again, I didn’t really remember anything from my childhood.  The church service was great; it was the first time I’ve been in an English speaking church since coming to Japan.  We were very much welcomed in the service, and I got more than one shocked reaction from people when I introduced myself.  I’ve never met so many people that knew me even though I didn’t know them.  I even met a Japanese gentleman who translated for my grandfather when he preached over here. 

After the service came the highlight of the week.  But to really explain I have to tell a story about my dad from 23 years ago.  One day my dad was riding the train and saw an old woman get on the train, about half a car down.  The train was fairly packed, standing room only.  No one near the old woman was giving up their seat for her, so my dad (halfway down the train car) got her attention and gave his seat to her.  The old woman was not alone; her daughter was with her (Mrs. Komatsu).  Well, Mrs. Komatsu was so surprised at this act of kindness from a foreigner that she invited my dad over for tea.  So the Komatsu’s became some of my parents’ greatest friends here in Japan, and apparently I have them to thank for my current obsession with ebi-sen (shrimp-flavored chips).  They visited us once or twice in America when I was little, so I had a bit of memory of them but not much.  Anyway, when my dad heard we were going to be in Tokyo he gave me the Komatsu’s email and suggested that I get in touch with them.  It’s a little weird sending an email to someone along the lines of, “Hey, you knew me when I was a baby I think.  I’m going to be in town next Sunday, wanna hang out?”  But I sent the email anyways and arranged to meet up with the Komatsu’s at the English church service.  They showed up with two of their grandchildren (aged five and six) in tow.  We didn’t have much of a chance to chat at church, but they invited us to dinner at their home after the service and we eagerly accepted.  They went home right after the service to get the food started and picked us up a little later, after we had time to talk with some of the other people there after church.  

Us with the Komatsu's

I need to pause again to explain one of the greatest inventions Japan has to offer: the kotatsu.  It is standard in Japan for tables to be low down to the floor.  Chairs aren’t too common – usually you are sitting on a small cushion (called a zabuton) on the floor.  Flexibility is a big help in Japan as it is easiest to sit cross-legged or on your knees in these situations.  Also, Japanese winters are very cold, and Japanese houses do not have insulation or central heating.  But they do have the kotatsu.  Underneath the tablecloth is a large blanket that spreads out to cover your lap and legs nicely.  Beneath the table is a hole in the floor where you can stretch your legs.  And, best of all, at the bottom of that hole is a heater.  Very warm.  I wish I had one in my house here; I think I would sit down and never get up again.  Anyways, when we arrived at the Komatsu’s house they motioned to the kotatsu and we took our seats to wait for the food.  But there was a surprise waiting for us in the kotatsu: after we had been sitting down for a minute something brushed against my leg, and then I saw surprised looks on my friends’ faces.  All of a sudden two small smiling faces popped out from under the blanket.  It was the Komatsu’s grandkids, Kanon and Kein.  They had been very shy at church, but now that they were back at grandma and grandpa’s place the show could begin.  They were chatty and silly and making us laugh all through the meal.  And they both had shockingly good English.  It turns out they both went to an international preschool, all done in English.  So we could communicate with them quite easily, and they even helped translate for their grandparents once or twice. 

The meal started and seemed like it would never stop.  I’ve been fed a lot here in Japan; hospitality is very important.  But I have yet to have a meal like the one I had that night.  Dish after dish kept coming out of the kitchen, and Mrs. Komatsu kept telling us, “Stop talking and eat!”  More than once we thought the meal was over only to be surprised by more food, and then tea, and coffee, and desert, and fruit.  I’ve never felt so welcome in a new place ever before, and I will certainly be back there the next time I visit Tokyo.

Sky Tree to the left, and the Asahi Breweries HQ right behind me.

Monday was our last day in Tokyo.  New Year’s Eve.  We made our way early to the Sky Tree to get tickets and only had to wait two hours after getting the tickets before heading up the tower.  What a view!  Tokyo from 450 meters up is definitely worth the price of admission.  It was a cloudy day, so we couldn’t see Mt. Fuji, but we were still able to look down on all the skyscrapers.  Tokyo is interesting in how there isn’t one main central downtown area, but rather many districts crammed together.  Skyscrapers are almost scattered throughout the city, it seems like.  We were able to look out at the buildings and identify almost all the places we had been the past week. 

After we came down from the clouds we tried to head over to the Imperial Palace.  The palace itself is generally closed to the public, but the gardens are open to walk through.  Or at least we thought they were open.  And I guess most days they are, but for the New Year’s Eve holiday they were closed, as were most restaurants.  But we were able to find a noodle shop just before we started gnawing our hands off in hunger.  We spent the rest of the day doing some shopping, heading to a couple neighborhoods that were on our list that we hadn’t seen earlier in the week.  Around 11pm we made our way to the Meiji Shrine, the biggest Shinto shrine in Tokyo.  New Year’s in Japan is different than in America.  First of all, no fireworks.  That was a disappointment, but we got over it pretty quick.  The big thing to do on New Year’s is to go to a shrine for your first visit of the year.  So we stood outside the Meiji shrine with a couple thousand other folks to welcome in the year of the snake.  It wasn’t a very exciting event; I like to think of it as a good cultural experience.  There were police there, guiding the crowd, letting wave after wave of people go into the shrine, toss some money on a big tarp, and say a few prayers.  And then we filed out the side and walked back to the train station, ready for our last night at the hostel.  Trains and subways in Tokyo usually shut down just after midnight, but for the holiday the trains were to be running until four or five in the morning.  Apparently some people like to go shrine hopping throughout the city as part of their celebration.  I thought I had seen full trains before, but I guess I hadn’t.  I’ll be happy if I never have to physically shove my way on and off a train ever again.  Wow people. 

Totoro donut and a cup of coffee.

Tuesday morning we slept in.  Well, Celeste and I slept in.  Eric had left his ipod at Disneyland, so he got up early to retrieve it as the park opened.  Not a great way to spend your morning on New Year’s, but at least the ipod was waiting for him in the lost and found.  When he got back we made one last trip to our bakery and then found our way to the bus station to catch a ride home. 

It was interesting to be back in a city.  The past four months in Funehiki have been very quiet and peaceful.  Tokyo was full of people and noisy and flashy.  I didn’t realize that I actually missed a lot of that.  But the more I am out in the country, the more I am enjoying the calm that surrounds life here.  Tokyo was a great trip, and I look forward to my next visit, but it will be nice to slow back down to Funehiki pace for a while before I venture out again.  

Tokyo from the Sky Tree.

The Arrival

I made it.  Well, almost.  Right now I’m looking out the window of my sixth floor room of the Narita Crowne Plaza Hotel.  After breakfast we still have a three and a half hour drive to get to Tamura, but that’s not so bad.  Sunday morning I woke up around 7am EST, hastily shoveled some oatmeal down the gullet, and was driven to Cleveland Hopkins International by dad and sister.  There we met Adam and Hannah Hange, coordinators for the US side of operations for the program, at the Delta ticket desk.  After checking my luggage it was time for my final goodbye before heading through security.  But not so fast – I quickly realized I had left my phone in my pocket.  It’s not going to do me much good overseas, so I gave dad one last call; he came back and I got one more chance at goodbye, but then we were off and through security without a problem.  

I don’t understand why they tell you to get to the airport so early.  Three hours for international flights, is what they tell you.  So we were there three hours early, and we spent two hours sitting around waiting at the gate.  At least we didn’t have to worry about missing our flight.  The jump from Cleveland to Detroit went smoothly.  I sat next to a friendly veteran who spent four months in Japan back in the 70’s and was jealous of the adventure I was just beginning.  At Detroit we had a couple more hours before the next leg of the journey commenced so we took our time finding some lunch.  Adam and Hannah asked me what I wanted my last meal in the US and all I could think of was a burrito.  I don’t know why I thought Mexican would be a good idea before getting on a 747 for 13 hours, but we went anyway.  The burrito was really good, though, and I didn’t suffer too many adverse effects on the subsequent flight.  

Waiting to board the 747 in Detroit

Before boarding the flight I started to get excited about my journey.  Up till this point there had been a lot of nervousness – I was so focused on saying goodbye it was hard for me to look ahead and get excited about where I was going.  But being in front of the gate, seeing a crowd of Japanese all eager to get home, it gave me an image of something to look forward to, what I’m going to be seeing and living with for the next couple of years.  There was a large group of Japanese students returning from a rowing competition, if I read their matching t-shirts correctly, about the same age as the students I’ll be working with.  I think the hardest thing about this trip has been the sense of stepping out into the foreign, the unknown, but by shedding some light on what things will look like I’m able to get excited about what is coming. 

Our 3:30 flight began boarding around 2:45.  It takes some time to get 400 people situated on an airplane.  But then they realized that one of the light bulbs on the plane’s exterior was burnt out, so we all had to sit and wait while they replaced it.  How many flight mechanics does it take to change a light bulb?  I don’t know, but we obviously didn’t have enough of them – the repair took almost an hour.  I just felt bad for all the folks who missed their connecting flights in Tokyo just because of a light bulb. 

After the light bulb was fixed we were underway.  Two rows behind us was an American mom and her three small children.  You can imagine how that went.  I let you know it was an American family, because there were other children on the plane as well, but they weren’t nearly as loud and rowdy.  Other than that, there wasn’t much special about the flight.  We were flying west, so the sun was up the whole time, only just starting to set when we landed just after 6pm in Tokyo. 

Driving from Tokyo to Tamura, feeling "Happy Refresh!" with a Calpus I got at a rest stop.

Upon arrival we were met with a couple of small surprises.  First was immigration.  Adam and Hannah went through first just fine, but when I went through they pulled me aside into a small room with benches, took my documents, and told me to wait.  It wasn’t a big deal; they were simply making my gaijin (foreigner) identification card, something I was planning on doing later this week in Tamura.  After the machine spit out the card, they let me go through to baggage claim and customs.  I found Adam there pretty quickly, but Hannah was nowhere around.  I guess they got a little worried when they saw me pulled aside at immigration, and Hannah had gone looking for me.  She came back soon enough, so we got our bags through customs and met Okubo-sensei outside.  Normally they drive straight back to Tamura after picking up teachers at the airport, but since it was so late they decided to put us up in a hotel at the airport.  We got situated in our rooms in the hotel and freshened up before going down to dinner.  A quick word about the room, though.  The toilet was one of the most advanced pieces of technology I’ve ever sat on before.  It took a little guesswork and experimentation to figure out how it worked.  After a quick shower we met downstairs at the hotel restaurant for dinner.  I could get used to the food over here: Shrimp tempura with udon.  Oishi!  Sleep was next on the schedule (I think I almost nodded off once or twice during dinner).  I roomed with Okubo-sensei, and he showed me the complimentary Japanese pajamas provided in the room, so I had to try them out.  They worked great.  I only woke up once during the night wide awake, but luckily I had trusty David Copperfield next to my bed, and I was snoozing again in no time.  Now it’s 7:25 and almost time to rendezvous for breakfast before making the final leg of my journey and arrive at my new home.

Six Sundays

Six Sundays left in America.  Six Sundays of living in an English-speaking country.  Six Sundays of Eastern Standard Time.  Six Sundays of living one block away from the world's greatest bbq wings.  And I could go on and on to the point of nausea.  But you get the idea.

In six Sundays I will be boarding a plane bound for Japan where I will be living and teaching English for at least the next two years of my life.  And like every good liberal arts college graduate abroad I am starting a blog.  And like most every good liberal arts college graduate blogger, I will probably not keep up with it very well, but here's for trying.  I've fulfilled my obligation of starting a blog, who knows where it will go from here.

So Japan.  I'm going to be living in the city of Tamura.  It's pretty small, from what I've been told.  Every time I tell someone I'm going to Japan they always ask where I'll be in the country.  No one has ever heard of this place.  If you really want to know, feel free to open up a new tab and googlemap to your heart's content.  In Tamura I will be living in the same neighborhood as 10 other Christian American English teachers through the Wakakusa English Program.  We will be teaching at various junior highs, elementary schools, and English schools throughout the city.  Please follow the link above for more information on the organization. 

I've got plenty to do before I leave, like learning as much Japanese as I can, packing, and eating as many wings from La Nova as possible.  Any suggestions on things I should make sure to do here in America while I still have a chance would be very much appreciated!