Month: September 2016

HE says:

Today the rain came. Thanks to typhoon Malakas, all of Japan is getting a drenching.

Rain isn’t uncommon here. In fact, it rains a lot. And because of that, Tokyo is known as the umbrella capital of the world. Everyone here owns an umbrella. They have elevated umbrella ownership to an art form. When it rains, the masses turn into masses of umbrellas. I even saw a lady tonight riding a bicycle with a child seat in front, and another in back, and the child in the back was holding – yep, an umbrella in motion.

Most people – particularly businessmen – have dignified black umbrellas. Or stately royal blue. Some even have rich hunter green bumbershoots. And of course, there are the ubiquitous transparent umbrellas that you can buy for 300 yen at any convenience store.

I, on the other hand, don’t conform to conventional umbrella wisdom. When the big rains come, I pull out my secret weapon – the Big Red Umbrella.

It’s not that I don’t stand out enough in this mostly-Asian section of Tokyo. But with my Big Red Umbrella, I am truly hard to miss. I think it may be the only umbrella of its kind in Tokyo…and perhaps all of eastern Asia.

It isn’t that I’m trying to be a rebel or anything. It’s just that this is the only serious umbrella that I own. It is, as the name implies, Big. And heavy-duty, so it resists the winds that often come with the rain. It keeps me dry(er) and serves me well. Even if it does make a fashion mis-statement.

As far as I know, deploying a red umbrella isn’t a major social faux pas in Japan. It’s not like the umbrella equivalent of having a scarlet “A” emblazoned on my forehead. It’s just – distinctive – in a culture where being distinctive isn’t always desired.

One day, I may invest in a truly dignified, culturally compliant kasa. But for now, I’ll risk being a fashion outcast and stay a little dryer – with my Big Red Umbrella.

SHE says:

Yes… The rains came… and it is still raining tonight. And what HE says is true. In the rain, Tokyo becomes a sea of umbrellas. Everyone has an umbrella… rarely do you see people even sharing an umbrella. Small children dutifully follow their mothers carrying their own child-size umbrellas. School-children run along the sidewalks under their own colorful umbrellas, and even bicycle riders — steering one-handed (!) ride by under umbrellas.

I, myself, have my trusty Totes (brand) super-compact, purse-size umbrella that I purchased years ago at Target in the US. That umbrella has gone many places with me, and has served me faithfully through many a surprise rain shower. It is not super sturdy as that Big Red Umbrella my husband carries… in a sudden gust of wind, it will inevitably turn inside out… but the greatest advantage of my little collapsible umbrella is its compact size, allowing me to carry it everywhere so that I am never without my trusty umbrella.

You see… here in Japan, umbrellas can be used for more than protection from the rain. In the summer, some (mostly women) use those handy umbrellas for shade. Tokyo, with its unbearable heat and humidity begs one to seek shade wherever it can be found. I also have tried using my trusty $8-from-Target umbrella for protection from the intense Tokyo sunshine, but alas… it is not the proper kind. Yes… it will protect me from the sun, but, I have found, because of its black color (with polka-dots… lol) it tends to absorb and concentrate the heat from those rays of sunshine. Under my umbrella, the sweat pours down my face.

Japanese women have special sun umbrellas that have a silver metallic coating on the inside to prevent the heat from penetrating to the user. Expensive… yes. Compact… not so much. But… multipurpose and protective from both rain and sun.

In the US, a lot of people refuse to carry umbrellas, preferring to dash through the rain from place to place without. But here in Tokyo, umbrellas are a  necessary  accessory to everyone’s wardrobe.

One of the opportunities of my job assignment in Tokyo is the ability to travel to various places throughout the world. I’ve discovered that I love to see new places…and sometimes hate to travel to those places.

We just returned from a trip to a business meeting in Budapest. Took the opportunity to fly to Vienna, then take a hydrofoil on the Danube to Budapest. The flight to Vienna wasn’t so bad, aside from some delay going through customs in our connecting flight in Amsterdam. The boat trip on the Danube was great – wonderful weather, and a relaxing and interesting trip along the river.

Budapest is an interesting city. Amazing, if somewhat tragic, history. Beautiful architecture. We toured the city, saw a lot of interesting things, and managed to enjoy a street festival. The weather was warm, with just a little rain on one day we were there. It is always fascinating to see how other people live, and it was eye-opening to learn of the struggles people in Budapest have had throughout history.

Being in a new place is always a rewarding experience. Getting to and from, not so much. The return trip was frustrating. What should have been an easy 2-hour layover in Amsterdam turned out to be a nail-biting close connection, thanks to a huge line at the immigrations area. The flight back on KLM was one of the worst I’ve had recently. Miserably hot cabin, awful food, and the seat in front of me that reclined far further than it should have. I’m sure the airlines try their best to make a 10-1/2 hour flight pleasant, but on this one they failed – big time.

Nonetheless, the price of seeing new and distant places is the time and effort it takes to get there. One day, maybe travel will become easier. I look forward to that day. Beam me up, Scotty.

Can you stand one more post about grocery shopping?

Tokyo has a reputation for being an expensive place to live… And, certainly, I think this is very true. But sometimes, I am surprised by prices I find at the grocery store. I think it seems like we spend a lot more here, just because we shop more often, and we pay with cash. I think the food prices are higher here in central Tokyo, but not that much higher than at home in the US. At home I shop maybe once or twice a week, and pay with the credit card. When paying with a card, I think it is easier to forget just how much you are spending (the reason that so many people end up getting into so much credit card debt.) Paying with cash makes you think so much more about how much you are spending… “Do I have enough cash to buy this?”

Anyway… This photo shows what I bought today at the supermarket (plus a bottle of wine I forgot to put in the photo.)  It ended up being about 3500 yen… roughly $35. I bought a few pricier items today…  things I don’t often buy, so it was more than I usually spend in one trip.

Some prices here are pretty close to what they are at home.  For instance, this 0.5 liter bottle of olive oil was 498 yen… a little less than $5. Not too out of line with the US price. (*If you want good prices on olive oil in the US, go to Trader Joe’s! I miss my Trader Joe’s…)

On the left here is chili oil! I have been looking for this for quite awhile, actually, and finally found it.  This was pretty inexpensive here… about 180 yen. The tofu (on the right) — yes, we eat tofu, and we LIKE it — is really cheap here. This two-pack costs about 80 yen here.  Much cheaper than at home in the US. We probably eat tofu 2 to 3 times per week.

The big price surprise for me today was this monster-size bottle of honey! One kilogram(!) for 498 yen. Wow! This size container at home would cost me about 3 times that price. Of course, once I got home with it and used Google Translate on the labeling, I found out that it came from China. Hmm… with all the bad press about Chinese food products lately, that sort of disappointed me.  But… knowing how strict the Japanese are about food additives, chemicals, and preservatives, etc… It will probably be ok.

So…  yes, it is expensive living here, but I think most big cities are that way. Our son just moved to New York City, and if you compare the rents between here and there, NYC (Manhattan, anyway) is significantly more expensive than Tokyo.  I haven’t asked him about grocery prices yet, but I would expect them to be the same way.

For us, it is a trade-off. We are willing to spend a little more to live here right now, for the experience of living a life that is so different from anything we have experienced before. Soon enough, our time here will be over, and we will be back to our home in the US. This experience is pricele$$.

‘Tis the day after Fuji,
The climb is all through.
We’re back home in Tokyo,
and I’ll just say, “whew”!

Our trip on the bus,
it went as expected.
A great way to travel,
no problems detected.

Got off at station 5,
the place where we’d start.
Nice man gave a briefing,
Said go slow, you’ll be smart.

The walk started easy,
nice and flat, smooth and such.
We thought, “this is simple,”
But soon, not so much.

The trail started climbing,
as mountain trails do.
It was steep, rocky, difficult,
and went on and on, too.

A few hours later,
we reached our abode.
A simple mountain hut,
just a bed, food and commode.

Our sleep, there was little,
we were up around 3:00.
Joined hundreds of others,
climbing with lights, just to see.

The sunrise it was awesome,
a truly spiritual sight.
A time we’ll always remember,
for many a night.

But what goes up must come down,
and for us, that was true.
Coming down off that mountain,
Would be daunting — who knew?

The slope is so steep,
the trail snakes down the hill.
Volcanic rock, it is slippery,
Every step takes great will.

A few hours went by,
with slips, slides, and some spills.
But to the end we did make it,
This test of our wills.

Looking back on it now,
some muscles are aching.
Would I say that this trip
was an adventure worth taking?

I’d have to say yes,
absolutely, you bet.
Mt. Fuji is amazing,
a great challenge we have met.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is the “she” part of the blog team… The “he” part will write his own blog on our Mt. Fuji experience. We had a successful climb and we are now back in Tokyo… not much worse for the wear… some sore climbing muscles, and a few minor abrasions from close encounters with all that volcanic rock. It was a good trip.

But… to say “yes, we had a good trip” just doesn’t describe this experience at all. Yet, I can’t really go so far as to say “we had fun” either. This experience, certainly, is not “fun” in the classic sense. It is “fun” maybe in retrospect, but as I was working my way up and down that mountain, “fun” is not the word that popped into my mind. In fact, on the long and difficult descent (oddly… the descent from Mt. Fuji is definitely more difficult than the ascent — steep and slippery) I remember thinking how much I hated it. I was not having fun. But in retrospect, with the climb over and behind us, I did enjoy it in a bucket-list sort of way.

There are many things I learned from and about Mt. Fuji. First and foremost, the difference between hiking and climbing. Before our trip I mistakenly referred to it as “a hike up Mt. Fuji.” This is not a hike. This is a mountain climb. We have done lots of hiking. We have hiked all the way across northern Spain when we walked the Camino de Santiago. That was indeed a hike, a walk… we carried packs, we were on the trail for days and weeks. Fuji is different. We started the climb at an altitude of 7562 feet, and ended at 12,388 feet. Nearly 5000 feet of altitude gain in roughly 5 miles distance.

Before we started, we were advised to take it slowly and to allow our bodies to acclimate to the altitude in order to avoid the “mountain sickness.” My husband and I usually set a pretty fast pace when we are hiking. Forcing ourselves to slow down wasn’t easy at first, but it really did make a difference. We had absolutely no altitude issues with this trip. As you get to the steeper and rockier portions of the trail, and when the trail is crowded with people… all lined up to ascend a narrow trail … it was necessary to go slowly, and it paid off.

The second thing that we learned is just how dependent we are on water. We were advised to take at least 2 liters of water with us, so we bought water before we started. Mt. Fuji is a volcano. There isn’t much water available there. There are no natural water sources as you climb up. All the mountain huts along the way will sell you bottled water, but they do not have drinking fountains or tap water sources… at all. They have to carry all the water they use up from the bottom. The mountain huts do have flush toilets… And charge between 200 and 300 yen (about $2 to $3) for each use. They biologically treat all their waste water to be re-used to flush the toilets. There is no potable water all the way up the mountain. So you take your own, or buy it from the huts. [As a side bar to that… there are NO trash cans on Fuji. ALL of your trash — and empty water bottles must be carried down with you to take home.]

That also means… that after a long days climb when you are tired and dirty and sweaty, there is no water to bathe or even wash your hands. You have to use bottled water even to brush your teeth. The mountain hut we stayed in provided a sleeping dorm, a boxed dinner (with ONE cup of hot green tea), and a boxed breakfast with a small carton of tea. Anything else you want is extra. So… you resign yourself to being a little grubby, wearing your dirty clothes, and conserving your precious water for climbing the mountain. Oh… and the higher you climb, the more precious the water becomes. The price of bottled water doubled by the time we got to the top… lol.

But regardless, even with the strenuous climbing, and the discomforts involved, we DID (in some strange way) “enjoy” this experience… and hope to actually do it again. It was an amazing sight to see… and to be together with so many other people who wanted to experience “the mountain.” Difficult or not, it was well worth it.