Sunday, October 31, 2010

SIT-DOWN COMEDY

Manjuu CakeImage by rwangsa via FlickrIn the West we have 'Stand-up Comedy' where someone stands up, usually with a microphone, in front of a group of people, and tells jokes and humorous stories. But in Japan they have 'Sit-down Comedy' - Rakugo. One person sits in the middle of the stage and tells a humorous story, often dependent on puns and word-plays. In fact, they don't so much "tell the story" as act it out, doing all the voices and facial expressions, and using a folding fan and a small cloth as props. I'm told it's quite amazing how expressive these minimalist props can become in the hands of a talented rakugo performer.
A few weeks ago a Japanese friend took me to a rakugo performance in English. a Canadian and two Japanese performers told several stories assisted by a female presenter. I have to admit, I've never really been a fan of comedy shows and I was a little bored. But once I read a famous rakugo story about a man who said he was scared of manju - a small Japanese cake filled with sweet bean paste. It was kind of funny, and I can imagine that it might make a good performance. You can read a translation of the story here: http://jeisensei.blogspot.com/
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Monday, October 25, 2010

FIRE FESTIVAL

Every year on October 22nd, in the small and picturesque town of Kurama just North of Kyoto, they hold a fire festival. Although I've lived in Kyoto for nearly seven years, reports of long lines and ridiculously crowded trains always put me off going. But last Friday I finally went to see it.

The festival starts with bonfires being lighted at 6pm, but my friend and I missed that, arriving in Kurama just after 7pm. The train from Demachiyanagi in Kyoto was packed, but that was only what I expected. The main street was lined with braziers tended by locals sitting or standing outside their houses. We walked down the street to a shrine where two huge bonfires roared and hurled sparks into the night sky.

Every now and then men and youths in  festival costumes carried flaming torches of various sizes along the road. We saw one youth being helped to shoulder a huge torch. He was carrying the fiery end, and sparks fell from the torch onto his bare back. I thought more protective clothing would have been a good idea!
At one point we followed the crowds along the street thinking there must be some action up ahead, but policemen were pushing people into a narrow space along the side of the street behind a yellow tape. The people were 4 or 5 deep, and probably wouldn't see much form the back.
No doubt the nature of the festival and the crowds of people who attend make it potentially a very dangerous situation, but it was just like being on the train again. My friend and I pushed our way back along the road out of the crowds, then ducked under the police tape and joined some locals tending a brazier on the other side of the street. I was expecting to be moved along and forced to join the crowd again, but it never happened. Free from the pushing and shoving, we were able to enjoy a good view or the procession which came along after a while.
After the procession we headed for the train station, hoping that by leaving early we would avoid the worst of  the crowding. No such luck - everyone else had the same idea, and we were forced to queue for two hours before being tightly crammed into a small train for the journey back to Demachiyanagi. A friend told me he caught the last train back, at midnight, and that it was relatively uncrowded, and most passengers were even able to sit down.

I wish I had done more research about the event before we went. I'm sure we missed some of the good bits. I'm also sure I don't want to go back next year.  I really loved the festival, but I find it difficult to voluntarily subject myself to that degree of crowding. Crowds are okay if you can still move around freely, but when I'm trapped in a train or a queue it feels really unpleasant and frustrating.
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Friday, October 22, 2010

APPLES FROM AOMORI

There's absolutely no reason for me to still be in my pajamas at 1 pm... but I was blogging, you see, and you don't need to get dressed to do that. Then someone knocks at my door. I wasn't going to answer because I thought it might be Jehovah's Witness people again, but I change my mind, and slide open the window next to my door .
NOT Jehovah's Witnesses, but a good looking young man selling apples out of the back of a van. Red or yellow, sweet and delicious (he offers a piece of each kind to taste.) Only 500 yen for 1 kilogram.Good heavens! That's NZ$7.50! But that's what they cost at the supermarket (or more) and they look so good, and I want apples now! I just won't think about the price.
I find my money, put on some shoes and go out to the van. I buy a kilogram, two large red apples and two large yellow ones, hoping the smiling young man doesn't realize I'm still wearing my pajamas.
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

MATING DRAGONFLIES

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WINDMILLS IN TAKASHIMA

There's no getting around it - Japan is a really random country. You find the strangest things in the most unlikely places. A Brazilian theme park on top of a hill in the middle of nowhere. A vending machine selling huge bags of rice in a small country town. A festival celebrating huge penises. Works of art on manhole covers. Monkey gangs robbing convenience stores in a tourist resort. Ugly concrete tetrablocks on beautiful surfing beaches. I'm continually surprised, occasionally shocked, often delighted and charmed.

On my cycling trip around Lake Biwa I found Takashima held a number of surprising finds. Just outside JR Omi-Takashima station there is a large statue of Gulliver. Why Gulliver? I looked for a reason or explanation.
I studied the station map but it didn't offer any clues at all. Later I found out that there is a recreation area called Gulliver Park nearby.
Not too far down the road I found a beautiful area with lovely old traditional Japanese houses surrounded by rice fields. There were ornamental carp swimming in the clear water flowing through irrigation ditches beside the road. This was Harie, and apparently you can have a guided tour of the houses (but no English.)
A sign said "Prirate School Ruins." Do they mean pirates? On lake Biwa?! Perhaps not...  following the tantalizing sign I only found what looked like another country shrine. No more English.
Further along the road I found a beautiful Chinese style garden called Yomei-en - open to all, and free to enter. That's pretty unusual in Japan. Most places as beautiful and impressive as that garden charge an entry fee. I wanted to know the story behind it. Who built it? Why is it there? I discovered that it was created as a symbol of the friendship between former Adogawa town (now a part of Takashima city) and Yuyao city in China.

A little later at Shin-Asahi I found Dutch style windmills, and a pond with swans and geese. There were ticket booths but they were broken. I put in money and it fell straight through, so I went in for free. Geese waited expectantly by a vending machine dispensing food.. An extraordinary children's playground nearby held a castle, a pirate ship, and giant geese and mushrooms.
Then, on apparently empty land beside the lake, a very European looking brass mermaid statue.

Like I said, random!
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ARTISTIC RICE

Sengoku busho of rice field art at Inakadate v...Image via WikipediaIn Inakadate, a small farming community in Northern Japan, the local people create works of art by planting several varities of rice, which grow in different colors. There are photos and lots more information in the following articles. I must try to get up to Inakadate in June or July next year!
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

WATCH OUT FOR THOSE BEARS!

Some of my friends already know my bear story. I overloaded my poor little folding bicycle and rode it from Amanohashidate in Northern Kyoto around  Tango Peninsula, camping for two nights. I read on the internet, and was told by a friend, that you can camp anywhere in Japan. (Possibly that's changing, because I saw many "No camping!" signs all around Lake Biwa.)
Tango Peninsula is pretty remote,so there are plenty of beautiful and deserted spots. At the end of my first day cycling through the picturesque fishing of Ine and along the Eastern coastline of the peninusla, I found an abandoned rice field surrounded by forest at the top of a small hill. I set up my small tent on what appeared to be level ground (but wasn't) and crawled inside as the light faded from the sky.
It was dark! I was miles from anywhere. There were no lights. There was no traffic noise. I was all alone, isolated in my hot mosquito-infested little shelter. I discovered that summer is too hot for camping in Japan.
Exhausted from cycling all day, I tried to go to sleep. Suddenly a branch cracked loudly in the forest nearby. Maybe a tanuki, I thought. Then I heard an animal growl. Ummm... fighting tanukis...? And then I heard the bear. I never even thought about bears before. There are no bears in New Zealand. If you go camping in New Zealand the most dangerous things you meet are sandflies. I was so scared! I texted the outdoorsy friend who told me I could camp anywhere and asked "Should I be worried about bears?" but he didn't reply. I put all my food inside plastic bags and tied them up tight because I remembered reading that bears are attracted to campsites by the smell of food. Then I sat and flicked my flashlight on and off in the hope that it might resemble a campfire.
The bear didn't approach my tent. I didn't even hear it again, although I heard a lot of other strange and frightening noises through that long and almost sleepless night. The next night I paid 2000 yen to camp in a beach campsite with cold water showers, smell rubbish bins and lots of mosquitoes. Never mind - there were no bears.
I was reminded of my brush with a bear on my recent bicycle trip around Lake Biwa. I wasn't camping this time. Instead I left my bicycle at train stations overnight, traveling home to Kyoto and returning next morning to resume my journey. On the second day I rode from Omi-Takashima to Ranten right at the top of the lake. I was planning to ride over the scenic driveway. I arrived at Ranten about 4:00 pm and saw that the driveway was closed overnight from 8:00 pm. I knew it would get dark about 6:30, but my bicycle has lights. I didn't feel like riding for 2 hours back to Makino where the last train station had been, so I decided to press on. I slogged up the steep slopes for about 30 minutes, passing a group of workmen and a couple of policemen doing something to the road. One of the policemen followed me up the road, and told me I shouldn't continue, especially because I was alone. He said there were bears in the hills and it was too dangerous. Needless to say, I took his advice.
There are still a lot of areas of Japan that are very wild and remote. There are monkeys and deer and wild boar and tanuki and BEARS in those hills!
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

RICE FIELDS


One of the special things  about the Japanese countryside is the rice fields. They look a bit bleak during the winter, but after the spring rains they are flooded with water and planting takes place. The flat shallow water reflects traditional tile-roofed farm houses. Farmers in wide-brimmed hats and rubber boots plant dark green tufts in straight rows.  It must be back-breaking work. As the weather gets hotter and hotter frogs begin to croak through the night, and small bats flit over the fields at dusk.

Before long the rice field is a knee high mass of intense green and the white herons arrive to create a dazzling contrast as they search for prey in the man-made wetlands. Large pale blue dragonflies hover over the green spears, and flowers bloom along the edges of the fields.






Come August/September golden colors creep into the fields as the grain ripens. On my recent September trip around Lake Biwa I enjoyed the beauty of the countryside at harvest time. Heavy heads of grain bowed the rice plants. Farmers worked with small harvesting and threshing machines.

In newly harvested fields bundles of rice straw stood among the stubble, and smoke rose from rice husks the farmers spread on the fields and burned. The smell of the smoke mingled with the new tatami smell of ripe rice. Fields harvested early were showing green regrowth among the straw. Startled grasshoppers sprang away like tiny springboks as I rode my bicycle along the famers' roads between the rice fields.


I don't think there are any Japanese tours to enjoy the rice fields at different times of year, but in my opinion they are one of the loveliest things about Japan.


Monday, October 11, 2010

Impressionist Heart: ART CALENDARS

Impressionist Heart: ART CALENDARS: "I finally completed my 'Year of Flowers' calendar and made it available on Zazzle. Most of the paintings in the calendar are also displayed ..."

Sunday, October 3, 2010

MANHOLE ART

Recently I discovered a delightful art form! Every town or city in Japan has its own specially designed manhole covers. Sometimes they are just designs, but oftens they are pictures that represent something about the area. For example, in Shiga Prefecture Shin-Asahi features a windmill on its manhole covers, while Omi-Hachiman features a picture of its famous canal area, and Moriyama features a firefly (although it took me a while to figure out what it was.). Many other the Shiga Prefecture manhole covers have birds and flowers which is very appropriate for an area so rich in natural beauty and wildlife. 
Occasionally I also saw beautiful drain covers. My favorite ones were in Nagahama. Most of the manhole covers I saw were unpainted, but Remo Camerota has photographed a collection of beautifully painted covers and published them in his new book Drainspotting, which received  a 'Best Art Book' award at the NY Book Festival.
I photographed a great many manhole covers on my recent bicycle trip around Lake Biwa, so I decided to create a Flickr Photo Album. There are already a number of Flickr Groups that collect manhole cover photos. If you're interested, see Manhole Cover and Manhole Covers Around the World.



I don't remember ever noticing manhole covers back home in New Zealand, but I think that if we had such a variety of different designs in a relatively small area the way Japan does, there would be some practical jokers who drove around in the middle of the night and mixed them all up. Luckily Japanese young people don't seem to go in for stupid practical jokes the way Kiwis do!
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