A Brief Interlude, the Third and Final Installment

Enabling your addiction to Americans.
The stuff of nightmares. How can a country that makes stuff so cute go so wrong with these mannequins?
Even this Hello Kitty mascot looks creepy – just look at those cold, dead eyes.
Some things are universal. Taken in Kyoto, presumably to deal with tourists behaving badly.  I’ve seen similar signs in downtown Toronto.
Hey, I’d prefer not to tell my eye-life, that’s personal.
To quote Rob: “In Japan words don’t always mean what you think they mean”.
Or sometimes words are put together that sort of make sense. This sentence has a nice sentiment.
I’m sure their crepes are hysterical. Pay no attention to those no photos signs, I didn’t.

Days 18/19 (Feb. 1 – 2/20) – Last Day in Japan and Flying Home

For my final day in Japan, we decided to visit Kobe. Partly to see a giant robot in the park and partly for a fountain pen store I was curious to check out. But first lunch. We had okonomiyaki, a kind of savoury pancake that they cook right at your table.

From L to R: two kinds of okonomiyaki, fried noodles with pork, sausages and a rice roll with cheese and pork. It looks messy but delicious.

Kobe was a quick train ride from Osaka and after transferring to the subway, we were a few minutes’ walk from the giant robot. I’m not at all familiar with the manga this guy is from, but it’s pretty cool to see. He’s officially known as Tetsujin 28 (Iron Man 28) and is a symbol of Kobe’s reconstruction after the Great Hanshin earthquake in 1995 because the artist was from Kobe.

He’ll be ready for action whenever the Japanese Self-Defence Forces need him.
And here we are pledging our souls to Gigantor.

We explored the city a bit, finding a gift shop full of souvenirs related to Tetsujin 28 and another manga based on the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. There was supposed to be some kind of diorama but the reality was less than impressive.

Then off to the pen store. A short subway ride and then a search through a maze of shops before we found it. And, I’m sad to say, it was my first awkward experience in any store in Japan. Most everyone has been helpful and kind but the clerk at the store seemed less than happy to help me. I’d asked to take a closer look at a pen she already had out. She gave me a look that I can only interpret as hostile and reluctantly handed it over. I thought I was imagining it but Rob and Tommy both noticed it. Maybe she was just tired of dealing with tourists.

Regardless, we had a good time in Kobe and headed back to Osaka for dinner. The original plan was to get some rest before dinner but that got sidetracked as I needed to pick up some last minute souvenirs for the kids.

To the Pokemon Centre! And the Pokemon Cafe next door.

Of course, my last dinner in Japan had to be ramen. But this time, it was Tsukemen, dry noodles that you dip into a broth. I’ve had it before in Toronto but this was so much better.

Not pictured here is the big plate of fried chicken that came later. I am really going to miss the food here.

And that is essentially the end of the fun part of the trip. All that was left were the logistics of getting home. My flight was at 08:00 the next morning so I got up ridiculously early to catch the first train to the airport. It was interesting to see people still coming home from the bars and clubs at 4:30 am with some establishments just closing up for the “night”.

I’ll close with my we’re-not-in-Kansas-anymore moment. I’d gotten used to the gentle overhead announcements on the trains and at the terminals. When I had to take the shuttle bus between terminals at Chicago O’Hare Airport, as I got to the bus stop, the lady in charge screamed “the bus to terminals one and two is leaving, we gots to go!”. And that, emphatically and undoubtedly, told me I was no longer in Japan.


A Brief Interlude Part 2

They like to have random statues. Some are kinda cute.
(This guy was in the middle of an alley of restaurants)

Others not so much.
(This fella was outside a store selling Buddhist paraphernalia)
Cute or a bit dismayed?
Guess they’re not vegan
For Bell Let’s Talk Day, we need to support and help our anxious smells.
I completely agree but I wonder if that’s the best name or slogan for a curry restaurant. Or maybe they’re really proud their curry is so strange…
Yep, perfectly describes the next generation.

Day 17 (Jan. 31/20) – Hello Kyoto!

After a good night’s rest in the nicest hotel room I’ve had this entire trip, we made plans to venture out to Kyoto after breakfast at the hotel. Along the way, we stopped at a couple of Osaka landmarks.

Not exactly a landmark, but it was a couple of blocks from the hotel. Also, this photo proves that I was actually there.
politically incorrectly named blog
Glico Man is a true Osaka landmark.

I haven’t visited many temples or shrines so far, aside from ones I just happened to stumble upon. So to proactively redeem ourselves for the upcoming days of gluttony and insobriety, we decided to visit two major temples in Kyoto: Kinkakuji and Fushimi Inari Taisha.

Kinkakuji is a Zen Buddhist temple known as the golden pavilion because the exterior of the top two floors are covered in gold leaf. The entire temple complex is beautiful and totally Instagram-worthy, if that’s your thing.

Leave it to the Japanese to not only make a gorgeous building but put it in this kind of setting.

The tourist crowds weren’t that bad and the grounds were nice and relaxing to stroll around. In contrast, Fushimi Inari Taisha shrine is built on a hill and if you want to see all of it, you have to make the climb. Tommy and I managed to do it, which isn’t saying much, but it is a climb.

Tommy doing his best Nixon.

Fushimi Inari Taisha is best known for the roughly 1000 torii gates that line the pathway. I suspect most people have seen at least one photo of the place. We had a theory that most people came in just far enough to get a nice photo of the gates and then left. And this theory was proven when we noticed the crowd thinning out after the first half of the climb, which made the walk up more bearable.

View of Kyoto from on of the nice photo spots along the walkway of Fushimi Inari.  That beam of heavenly light is shining down on our hotel (no, not really).

We arrived back to Osaka more tired than expected but, after a quick nap at the hotel, we were ready for dinner. We met up with Rob who, after about 20 years in Osaka, I guess can officially be called a local. He took us to a conveyor belt sushi restaurant. You grab whatever you want from the bottom conveyor and they charge you based on the number of plates you eat.

The goofball triumvirate.

There’s a second conveyor belt above the first one where you receive special orders you enter on the touchpad. These orders come out surprisingly fast, like within 30 seconds of placing your order, on that conveyor. I had images of sushi chefs slaving away in the kitchen, being whipped to go faster as the orders came in.

Rob abandoned us after dinner so Tommy and I did some bar hopping. Asia may be one of the last bastions of smoking in the world. Everyone must be aware of the cancer risk but no one seems to care. This is a major downside to bars and clubs here.

Glico Man at night in all his LED glory.

Another variable when going out are the people you may meet. Everyone was very nice, but there were some tense conversations, such as with Eric from Hong Kong. He was a 25-year-old guy we met and Tommy couldn’t get over the fact that in spite of being so young, he was pro-China. Despite all the muttering under my breath, Tommy insisted on engaging. But, as quickly as a conversation can sour, when the alcohol flows, they can turn back just as fast. Here’s to alcohol, the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems.

Strange conversations happen when alcohol is involved. But I’ll power through it for Hibiki.

Day 16 (Jan. 30/20) – Osaka, Here I Come!

With my last half-day in Sapporo, I thought I’d do the touristy thing and get a photo of the clock tower.  But first, one last meal at the Ramen Republic.

Shio ramen with pork. Not as good as the spicy miso ramen, but still solid.

Sapporo, like much of Hokkaido, is younger than the more southern parts of Japan. The clock tower was built in a European style which puts it well after the country had opened up to the West. While I appreciate the historical importance of the clock tower, I was more interested in the fact that there was a Tony Roma’s right across the street.

Yep, it’s a clock tower.
I mean, of all the western chains to expand to Japan, Tony Roma’s?! (This photo was actually taken my first night in Sapporo).

With some time to kill before I had to catch my train, I wandered north from the station, away from the entertainment and shopping district. This brought me towards the University area where I stumbled on this Buddhist temple. I have no idea why it’s there but I imagined students stopping here on their way to an exam for some last-minute luck.

And then, it was off to the airport. They took a long time with the boarding process and most of it was done manually. Even though I’d checked in electronically and it was a domestic flight within Japan, the security checks were significant. I was actually worried about being late for boarding, but everything worked out.

New Chitose Airport is a decent-sized airport with all the expected amenities and then some. The fourth floor had a theatre, spa, public bath and relaxation area while the third floor had a lot of stuff for kids in an area called Smile Road. Each of Hello Kitty and Doraemon had a shop, a cafe and a small theme park devoted just to them. But, the most impressive thing was Royce Chocolate World. Royce is a big chocolate brand in Japan and on Smile Road, they had an entire, multi-room chocolate factory.

How better to keep the kids entertained than with chocolate, Doraemon and Hello Kitty?
Part of the Royce Chocolate World factory. There were three other rooms this size and then the store.

I arrived in Osaka late in the evening, meeting up with Tommy for some all-you-can-eat, Korean-style BBQ. In the interest of plausible deniability, I have no photos to prove what did or did not happen that evening, although beer was involved.


Day 15 (Jan. 29/20) – Ice, Ice, Baby Part 2

After the meat coma yesterday, I decided to have something “healthier” for lunch. Soup curry has become a really popular thing in Hokkaido and is known as something of a local specialty. And it’s real curry, with none of the sweetness that the traditional Japanese curries have and more like the curry we’re used to in the West. When you order, you pick your type of curry, spice level and amount of rice. I didn’t really know how I was supposed to eat it but I figured I’d just spoon the rice into the curry until I was done. If I was wrong about that, I don’t want to be right.

The veggies I could identify: lotus root, okra, asparagus, carrots, onion, and potatoes. A couple of quail eggs were thrown in the mix too.

Walking back to the hotel, I came across this magnificent structure. I haven’t explored the arcades in Japan much. This was partly to save myself some money and partly because they’ve been taken over by claw games, capsule games and, in some places slot machines and/or pachiko games.

12-year old me could have spent the entire trip here.

This one was no different but it had a pretty good selection of actual acade games. It was nice to see some of the old franchises, like Street Fighter and Tekken, still going strong. What I was more surprised to see were some classic games like Final Fight, an old side scroller that I pumped tons of quarters into back in the day. And there were some new twists on the old classics.

The classics never die, they just get rebooted.

Having been bamboozled by the Hokkaido Ice Pavilion, and missing out on the Sapporo Snow Festival, I took a chance to turn this trend around by visiting the Lake Shikotsu Ice Festival. And I wasn’t disappointed, this is what the Hokkaido Ice Pavilion should have been – structures made of ice, big enough to walk into. There was even a small Shinto shrine made completely of ice.

Overview of the Ice Festival.
A wall of frozen fish because, well, this is Japan.

The town around the lake was pretty, with trails to explore and the Yamasen Railway Bridge, the oldest surviving railway bridge in Hokkaido. I walked along the waterfront and climbed a set of stairs that, in retrospect, was not my wisest course of action. The steps were heavily snowed over with some very slippery and steep sections. Partway up, I wondered what we’d do with a similar trail back home and I concluded that we’d just shut it down to save money on maintenance and avoid lawsuits. Here, like many other things, it’s assumed you’re taking your chances and you’re ok with it.

Vista from the Yamasen Railway Bridge.

I was planning to stay into the evening to see the Ice Festival lit up but, checking the bus schedule, I learned there were no buses back after 5:45. And, after wandering the ice structures and the rest of the town for a while, I did get tired of walking so I found a nice little shop to have an ice cream, rest my knee and wait for the bus back. I don’t think I missed out on much. The town itself is tiny, consisting mostly of hot spring resorts along with shops and restaurants for the tourists. I haven’t been able to confirm it with Google, but I swear, the entire population is probably under 1000 people.

I think my recent posts have been a little ramen-heavy so here’s my dinner of soba and tempura.