My New Life (part 2)

So, you may be wondering, what is Numata like outside of my apartment? Well, it's not all doom and gloom.



This is a typical Japanese street. I walk down it every day, on my way to work. Note all the powerlines... this is very typical indeed.

Powerlines are a constant in Japan. The Japanese government seems to never have figured out that you could put them underground. They are everywhere. They block every view of the sky and the distant scenery. Whenever you look up, you see powerlines. It is almost inevitable. Still, you get used to it. Sometimes, it's almost beautiful...



We've had some spectacular sunsets so far.

This is another thing I see everyday on the way to work: a shrine.



Above you can see the entrance to the shrine, and also the graveyard, in the foreground. It's quite pretty, and has a beautiful view of the valley. It's a small shrine, but it's nice to have that quiet place in the neighborhood. I was afraid to go there for a while, because it also seems to double as someone's house. This is all part of the differing distinctions between private and public, and it makes things very confusing sometimes.



This is a picture of the cemetary, at sunset.



Like I said, it's not all doom and gloom. Here are some of the beautiful flowers that I passed every day on the way to school. (Unfortunately, all gone now.) These kinds of flowers also came in white and purple. There were also these enormous tropical looking things, big as a saucer. I didn't get a picture of one, unfortunately, but they were really beautiful.



This is something cool I pass on the way to school as well. It's a fresh vegetable vending machine. There is a small farm behind this vending machine, which seems to be run by some extremely elderly Japanese people. There are a number of compartments like this, each with a different bag of vegetables. They all sell for 100 yen, and are generally quite a bit cheaper than the grocery store. They sell all kinds of things--tomatoes (usually very pricy, but the tomato season seems to be over now!), eggplants, carrots, potatoes, cucumbers, and now they've started to sell broccoli as well. It's really cool! I buy things quite often. The eggplants were really good in some stirfry.



Here you can see my school itself--Numata Girls Senior High School. We call it Numajo for short, because it Japanese it is called Numata Joshi Koukou. As you can see, it's a yellow building. You can't really see in this picture, but it's quite large. Definitely bigger than Cascade was. It's got 4 floors, and all together there are four buildings, set around a central plaza area. (All the buildings are connected, but they are technically different buildings.) In the center, there's a nicely sculpted garden and a teahouse for the tea ceremony club. This picture is more flattering than the building actually is. It is not beautiful. Like most public buildings, as I mentioned earlier, it is made of concrete and firmly set in the "Brutalist" style. Still, it's better than the boys' high school, which practically dates back to the war and is absolutely filthy. (Basic upkeep of buildings is not high on most Japanese peoples' lists.)

These are some other interesting photos of Numata...

This is the train station. It's quite small compared to most train stations I saw before (e.g. in Tokyo), but it works well enough. Trains don't come very often though--about once an hour. That's more than a little annoying, but oh well. There are two platforms, and trains only go 2 ways: north and south.



Actually, the train in this photo is a special train. It was heading up north, towards Minakami, and it seemed to be some kind of sight-seeing train. Basically, it was steam-powered. There was a huge pile of coal in the back and all this smoke coming out the top. When it got to the station it let out a horrible screeching whistle (Japanese trains normally never do this.) When it pulled into the station, a bunch of random people got off and started filming and taking pictures of the train! Then the announcement came that it was leaving, and everyone jumped back on til the next stop. Extremely strange, really.



This is a picture of the mountains, for once unsullied by powerlines or ugly concrete buildings. As you can see, it is really beautiful. Sometimes it's easy to forget that, but whenever I ride the train, I can see some really beautiful scenery--jagged cliffs that look like some kind of postcard, like nothing I've ever seen in Oregon; wide rice paddies; rivers deep in rough valleys. It's pretty spectacular, really.

This is what lies below those mountains you can see above.



It's beautiful in its own way, I think. Still, there are a lot of people here and this demonstrates that. I wonder why the roofs are so many different colors. I guess its the same reason my apartment building is painted pink...

My New Life: A Tour

So last month, on the day after my 22nd birthday, I moved to a small town in western Japan. According to the way most Western people think of Japan, it is somewhat to the north, but the Japanese think of Japan as being more horizontal than diagonal, and thus, Tokyo is in the west and Kyoto in the east. At any rate, Numata is a small town deep in the mountains of northern Gunma (a prefecture in Japan). The population is roughly 50,000 people. It has a train station, a department store, a number of good restaurants and a decent bar, a bowling alley, and a karaoke place. When I first came here, it was the middle of August and the heat was stifling, unending, depressing. When you went outside you sweated; if you were outside, your clothes were damp with sweat--and it was like this every day. When it was sunny, at least it wasn't too bad; when the sky was grey and low, heavy with clouds, it was profoundly claustrophobic--and almost unbearable. Under that oppressive white sky, the crumbling buildings and abandoned storefronts of downtown Numata looked a little like my own personal vision of hell.

But even then, it wasn't all bad. The strangeness of the constant sound of cicadas, the remarkable colors of the almost tropical flowers that bloomed along the road to my school, the unexpected beauty of an extraordinary fierce summer thunderstorm, like nothing I had ever seen before.

And things are getting better now. Autumn is coming, and the air is crisp. But things were pretty terrible at first. For the future, I want to remember that.

Anyways, one of the good things about Numata is my apartment. It's very nice to have a space all of my own; it's also a surprisingly nice apartment. It even has a washing machine (no drier, of course), although I think washing my clothes by hand would probably be more effective. My apartment is on the third floor of a very pink apartment building. That's one of the strange things about Japan--the architecture. So much of it seems to straight out of the "Brutalist" school--a better name for a style I've never heard--and yet some of it is just so fucking weird. Apartment buildings? Pink, bright yellow, purple--I've seen it all. The other day I went to a concert for my school in the local "cultural" building. It's this hideous concrete construction, ugly and brooding and 100% Japanese, but the inside was completely green. The walls and ceiling were painted green--over concrete. The carpet was green. The upholstery on the seats was green. The curtain on the stage was probably green, although I can't remember. It was the most bizarre feeling.

Sorry about the digression. In this picture, you can see just how pink my apartment building is. This is the door to my apartment! Number 6.



Once you open that door and venture into my lovely little place, you will first step into the genkan (where you take off your shoes.) This is one feature that almost all Japanese architecture shares--that division of personal and private space. Past the genkan, it's your house; for a long time the genkan was basically the house's front yard. Anyone could wander in. But you couldn't go any further.

Anyways, so you take off your shoes, and step up (the physical separation is very important, I think) into the kitchen. The floors are a dark wood, as they are in my entire apartment (aside from the bathroom.)



This is a view taken from the living, facing the front door. To the left is the door to the bathroom. (It's usually open, as I am afraid of humidity accumulating in there.) On the right you can see my refrigerator, my microwave, and my toaster oven. They are all quite remarkably ancient, and came with the apartment. For some reason, my refrigerator has a "new driver" sticker on it. These are the stickers that people who have just got their license are supposed to put on their car. (The green and yellow thing.) In the states, you might think this is a sign to other drivers to beware. But in Japan, not quite. Apparently, if you commit some sort of traffic violation in the vicinity of or involving one of these cars, the fines can be higher or the penalties more severe.

Beyond the refrigerator, you can see my general kitchen area. This includes my countertop and sink (made of some kind of metal.) And my shelves. You can't really see in this picture, but for some reason, the designers of my apartment decided to place the only shelves in the kitchen on the top of the walls. I mean, they are connected to the ceiling. And they only reach down about a foot. Considering that this apartment's kitchen was almost certainly designed for those grizzled, 4 foot tall Japanese obaachan's I see around all the time, this seems like a design flaw. I can just touch the bottom of them with my fingertips. As for the rest of my kitchen equipment--well, there's bad news and good news. The bad news? There's no oven, just a gas range. There's also no dishwasher or garbage disposal, but that's more common. Very few people in Japan have proper ovens, however. The good news? It's surprisingly spacious, although I need more shelving. Everything seems to work pretty well. The sink is quite large. And my predecessor left me a huge number of various pots, pans, and dishes.

A quick tour through the rest of the apartment...



This is my bathroom. It is basically an airplane bathroom with a shower. The shower does work quite well though--good water pressure, lots of hot water. It also has a bath--it's tiny, but strangely high. I haven't actually taken a bath, although people tell me it is very good in the winter, when it's absolutely freezing. Everything else works pretty well, despite being so tiny, but it's quite a funny thing. It's basically like a pre-fabricated bathroom put into your house--it's all made of plastic, and I think it is seperate from the rest of the apartment. It's very strange. The toilet doesn't flush so good and I have the occasional drainage problem, but other than that it works very well!

Moving on towards the back of the house, we have the "living room." It's not really seperate from the kitchen.



Here we can see my huge closet on the left. I'm not sure why it is in the living room instead of the bedroom type area, but there you are. It's basically just this huge hole in the wall. It doubles for a clothes closet and various supplies closet. Also to the left, out of view, is my washing machine, set back in the wall. On the right you can see my loveseat thing, and also my table, which is called a kotatsu (an electric table that you can heat up during the winter, to keep your feet toasty warm.) It is quite messy as you can see. Beyond the door directly ahead is my bedroom.



This is my bedroom (part of it anyway.) On the floor, you can see my futon--actually quite cozy. As you may notice I have a lot of nice big windows in this room. To the right is a bookshelf and the TV, to the left is a couch and my computer desk/chair. It's quite a nice room, actually. I like it.

Koyasan

My last day in Kyoto I packed up my bags and headed out for a whole new place--a mountain called Koyasan, a few hours away from Kyoto. It's the center of Shingon Buddhism (a particular sect) and it's absolutely packed with temples. It's also got a famous cemetary which holds many historic graves. Because it's so full of temples, it's a good place to stay at a temple overnight--which is what I wanted to do. I stayed at a place called Shojosho-in. It's one of the older temples and right next to the cemetary--it came highly recommended. It cost about $100 per night (although that included breakfast and dinner) so it was definitely a one night kinda thing for me! I even paid extra for a room with a garden view...

It was quite a trip to Koya-san. The trains were not exactly up to scratch, compared to Tokyo! The public transportation was quite limited and I had to plan it all out very carefully, to make all of my connections. But it all worked out. The train up to Koyasan was elderly and creaking; it ran through high mountains and rural villages. Included in the price for the ticket to Koyasan was a transfer to the cable line that runs you up to the mountain proper--it was very steep!

Koyasan, despite what it sounds like, is not exactly an isolated mountain paradise. It's a popular tourist destination. But it was still very pretty. When I finally found my temple, there was no one around and so I left my suitcases (I'd been in Japan for quite a long time by then--I'd never have done that in America!) and wandered around the place looking for someone. The only people I saw seemed to be cleaning up the place--junior monks? But eventually it all got sorted out. My Japanese almost fooled the lady into believing I actually knew how to speak it properly! I was proud of myself. My room was amazingly spacious and up some large, dark wood staircases. It was very traditional--futons, tatami mats, alcoves, even a kotatsu--the whole bit. It was very classy. It gets cold at night up there in the mountains, so we got a yukata and an overcoat. Below is the view from the temple... I couldn't take many pictures, unfortunately, cause my camera died and the replacement batteries I bought were defective.



Dinner was in an hour or so, so I decided to wander about the town a bit. I had temple fatigue so I had no real plans--just walked about. I found this little Shinto shrine up a hill...



It was very atmospheric. There were a lot of temples--but I didn't really have time to visit any. I wanted to get back before dinner (and before it got dark.) I was in an unfamiliar town, even if it was Japanese. Dinner itself was very cool and very weird. All the guests ate in different, with about 4 people to a room. My room had 4 people--me, a fellow gaijin a few years older than me, and a middle-aged Japanese couple (a man and a women, but apparently they were just friends.) The other gaijin was much better at Japanese than me, but I still managed to follow the conversation somewhat, and it was really fun. The food itself was amazing--some of it may not have been delicious, per se--too strange--but it was still absolutely fascinating to try. One of the things that sticks out most was the tempura. It was all vegetarian, of course, being a Buddhist temple, so no gross seafood. It was all vegetables--daikon, lotus root, some kind of leaf. It was all cold, and yet it was ridiculously tasty.

We lingered quite a long time at dinner, chatting and enjoying the atmosphere. After dinner I decided to try to take a bath. It was communal and very old school--luckily I was the only one there. I washed myself off under the shower taps and then ventured into the big communal bath--it was made of wood! It was super-hot and felt REALLY great--especially since it was getting really cold by then. Luckily there were lots of blankets in my room and I stayed toasty warm in my comfortable futon. I went to bed early--the service the next morning was at 5:30 or 6 AM.

The service itself was pretty cool. The monks read from the sutras, etc. They had a nun, too. Afterwards, we had a traditional Japanese breakfast, but luckily no raw eggs in rice were to be seen (vegetarians!) After breakfast, I packed up and went directly to the cemetery right next door. The sun was just rising and coming in through the trees--the cemetery was in a large forest, stretched out along the side of the road, and on the other side (opposite from my temple) was another temple. So I decided to walk through it. It was really stunning--the light was amazing, the memorial stones were fantastic--all kinds of statues, some really old and some almost brand new. It was pretty quite most of the time, since it was so early. I walked all the way to the temple, which is the starting point for a pilgrimage, so I saw a lot of pilgrims--that was cool. Then I walked back to my temple and took off--I had to make it back in time for the shinkansen to Yokohama and then to my concert that night. It was pretty crazy--I was traveling all day and I went from rural Kansai to downtown Yokohama in one day. Quite a switch.

The end!