Friday, September 7, 2012

Gion-No-Su Park and Ishibashi Memorial Park

On the way to Iso Beach are a couple parks that are pretty cute. The first one is called Gion-No-Su (Satsuei War) Park.



I like this tree.

A little river divides the two parks, and it has a crook in it, so there are a lot of cool bridges.



Kids wade in this pond. It's only like two inches deep.






This is a memorial to the fallen soldiers of the Seinan Army, according to my city map.



This is a statue of Iwanaga Sangoro, also according to my map.  Apparently he was some sort of draftsman.


Over another bridge, though not the one pictured below, it Ishibashi Memorial Park.


My map is telling me that this is the Yasaka Shrine. I don't know, though, man. It just looks like a door to me.


There's a driving range behind there. People also go wading here under this bridge, because the water is very low.




I haven't gone into this building yet, but I feel like it's for the golfers...



I did go on its balcony though, to take a picture of the bridge.


Sunday, August 19, 2012

Iso Beach

Iso Beach is pretty much the only beach in this city. Technically, there are more, like the couple beaches on Sakurajima, and there is Shigetomi Beach a bit further up the coast (though, actually, it's in another town), but they're all harder and/or more costly to get to, so I haven't bothered yet.

To get to Iso Beach takes me about an hour--a 10-12 minute walk to the tram, about 25 minutes on the tram to the last stop at Kagoshima Station, and then another 25 minutes or so of walking. It takes a little longer to get back, since I'm walking slower and it's usually rush hour, so the tram takes longer. It's kind of a hassle to do this, especially walking so much in the blistering heat, but my other options involve staying inside all day, and that's a waste of summer.

Before I started going to the beach, I was a little worried about how acceptable it would be. A number of people around here told me the beach is dirty and covered in ash, so I probably wouldn't like it. Before the other dorm teacher quit, she went over there one day to see what it was like, and reported back that it wasn't very clean. However, Japanese people don't really seem all that big on the beach, so I imagine it's got to be perfect for them, and Louise is from Gold Coast, Australia, famous for beaches, so she's probably a beach snob. Me, all I want is a body of water and a reasonably clean patch of sand.

So the first time I went there, I was pleasantly surprised at how totally fine this beach is. On the edges of the beach, there is a lot of natural debris, but the swimming area is mostly cleaned up. And sometimes there's stuff floating around in the water, like sticks and seaweed and other debris, but usually only after it rains, I think. There are always little volcanic rocks floating around, but those are cool. I might collect some to give away as pumice stones.

Of course, there's a great view of the volcano. Every year, there is a summer event that lasts at least a couple of weeks where people young and old swim all the way across Kinko Bay, and end up at Iso Beach. I saw quite a number of groups finishing up in July.



There are no trees or anything on this beach to make shade, so there are a few canopies to sit under. You can always tell when there's a foreigner on the beach. Japanese people always put their stuff under the canopies, and they usually sit under them, too, because unlike white people, they're trying to avoid a tan. But a foreigner will spread a beach towel out in the middle of the beach, and put a small backpack or something next to it. If any Japanese people do want to sit closer to the water, they'll either set up an umbrella or something to make some shade, or they'll lie in the sun with nothing but their shoes nearby. Anything else would be under the canopy or in a locker in the beach house. At low tide, Japanese people also like to line up their beach shoes (Crocs or sandals) at the line where the sand starts to get dry, and at high tide, the shoes will be maybe a few feet from the shore. That way they don't burn their feet on the way back up to the canopy.


When there are other foreigners on the beach, we never talk. At most, we might exchange a nod or smile, but I'm not a friendly person, and apparently neither is anyone else. Sometimes I hear them speaking German or French, though. I don't think I've ever heard anyone speaking English, so these are all just tourists passing through mostly likely, and therefore it's no big loss not to befriend them. The one exception to the no talking rule happened yesterday. I saw these two young girls swimming, and so I smiled at them or something as I swam by, and then I saw them start speaking sign language to each other. Later when I was sitting on my towel, one of them came over and stood by me, so I said hi, but she just nodded and didn't say anything. I had assumed before that one of them might not be deaf, and I was thinking maybe this one was coming over to talk to me, but then I saw her friend was in the water in front of me, and she was just kind of following her. In any case, this one was not the one who might be able to hear. So I figured they were in their own little world and I could just ignore them.

But then a little while later, they came up to me and had written a little introduction of themselves in English, saying they were from France (which I'd already guess, based on the French beach towels). I asked them if they were both deaf, which they were, so then I asked them in French if they could read lips, and they said, yeah, a little. I figured even if they knew English, they'd probably be better at reading lips in French, and that would avoid a lot of slow writing for all of us. They asked me if I was French, and I thought that was funny, because only a deaf person would make that mistake. But I said, no, I just studied French for a long time, so I can speak a little. What was strange about these girls was that they'd just arrived there earlier that day, and found the beach right away, via the tour buses they have in town, but beyond that they seemed to have no plan whatsoever. They asked me about a cheap place to stay, and luckily I've been looking at local hotels lately, so I actually knew of a place. And then they were asking what's to do around here, and where they can find white sand beaches. I was thinking maybe their research was a little incomplete, since Kagoshima Prefecture is known as the Hawaii of Japan, but aside from the volcano, there's very little draw for tourists in the city proper. I had to tell them they'd need to take at least a four hour ferry or get on a plane to find any white sand beaches or anything like that. But I made some other suggestions for city stuff. Blah blah.

Then I was like, these are two deaf French girls who don't speak Japanese, and whose spoken English must be impossible for Japanese people to understand, and they didn't even plan their trip. Duh bull yew tea eph, are they brave? Maybe they're just fugitives from L'Homme and they had to make a break for it, with only enough time to pack a bikini and a towel.

But anyway, that's my only contact with foreigners at the beach. Other than that, young guys will talk to me in groups, at first mostly in broken English, but as I study Japanese more, less in English and more in Japanese. One time a girl talked to me, too, and that was mostly in Japanese, as well.

I have kept moving the pictures around and adding more topics to talk about, so sorry if it's a little breaky. Onward:


It's a smallish beach. You can walk across the swimming area in a minute or two. But since Japanese people aren't all the keen on this beach, it's never crowded. It could easily pack in a few hundred people, or like a thousand if they did it Korean style, but I've never seen more than a few dozen people there, even on the blazing hot weekends.


There's a beach house over there on the right, with bathrooms (they even have toilet paper), changing rooms with showers and lockers, a little room to have lunch or whatever in, and even a vanity room for the women. It's a room with a few sinks and a counter along three walls with stools and mirrors. Japan is so strange.





The thing I like about this beach is that there are no waves. At home, I always preferred to go to the lake, not just because it's fresh water, but also because I could actually swim in a lake, rather than avoiding waves the whole time. Here in the bay, I can swim around, or just tread water for a while in one spot, or just stand in one spot if I want. It's nice. The temperature of the water is good, too, for the most part. After a lot of rain, it gets cool, but refreshingly so, and currently since there's been very little rain, the water is really warm. Actually, now that it's the hottest time of year, I could go for the water temp to be a few degrees cooler, but whatever.

One time I asked someone what the water temperature is during the winter, and they said it's around 18 degrees Celsius, and I was like, ha, that's what it is in Maine during the summer. What a ripoff.



There are a couple apartment buildings right on the beach. I envy those people, but I bet they hardly ever come out for a swim, except the kids maybe. I saw one boy come out of there one time.


Here's a thing they like to do here, which they also did in Korea--cover each other up in sand and sweat it out for a while. Usually they do it up a little bit from the water, but these are teenagers, so I think they're doing it more for fun than health.


As you can see, the girl is fully clothed, wearing a skirt and such. I used to complain about girls in Korea who would go to the beach wearing high heels and cute clothes and makeup and stuff, but actually, I think most of those girls would end up in the water, and a lot of them might actually wear a bathing suit in the water, then change back later. In Korea, most people would go swimming fully clothed, as I wrote about before--sometimes with clothing as outlandishly inappropriate as jeans and sweatshirts. Here they have a similar problem, but I think it's worse in a way. In Korea, they were either too stylish or too modest, but at least they appreciated and used the beaches in droves. Here, in a city the size of Boston, with only a couple local beaches, they don't even go to them hardly, and a significant proportion of those who do go don't go in the water, they just bake and sweat, looking pretty. I don't really understand.

Almost all of the students in the dorm don't own a bathing suit. I saw one of my students at Iso Beach one day recently, and she was wearing her sister's bikini. I asked some of the other students during the semester why they didn't have a bathing suit, and they were like, I'm too embarrassed about my body (these are smoking hot skinny Japanese girls by the way, or most of them are, anyway). So I said get a one-piece bathing suit, and they were like mehhh. So I told them to get over it, because they're going to have to have a bathing suit for their trip to Australia in February. If they refuse to go swimming, or try to swim fully clothed, the Australian people will think they're nuts.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Summer Festival

Every July, there are summer festivals around Japan. I went to one. It was mostly boring, but the students I went with had a good time, and some parts were interesting.


Here are the girls I went with.



At the summer festival, you can wear the traditional Japanese yukata, which Miki is wearing. A yukata looks like a bathrobe, and according to the internets, it basically means bathrobe, but it's a little more diverse than that these days. A yukata is supposed to be a casual form of the kimono, and both men and women can wear it, but apparently if you're wearing it out of the house or hotel, it involves tying it up with a wide sash and making a giant bow in the back (where you can stick your fan when you're not using it). So it's hard to get on, the students tell me. It's also supposed to be cool, and good for summer, which is why they're worn at summer festivals, but they look stupid hot, especially since there's an undergarment of some sort underneath, and the thing is tied tight to the body. Everyone complains about how yukata are too hot, and then they also don't look casual at all, and they're expensive, so I'm pretty much going to call yukata a stupid idea, based on the evidence. Yukata worn as a bathrobe seems fine, though, because it's just belted like every other bathrobe.


 Here's another little girl in a yukata, who was probably really hot. It was really, really hot that day. And every day.


This festival was at Terukuni Shrine, to which this gate leads.


Here are some precious Japanese twin girls wearing twin jinbei.


The jinbei is the alternative traditional summer festival wear. I noted upon first seeing them that they just look like pajamas, and the internet told me that they are used as such, as well as for just wearing around the house. They're now also used to go out, though, evidently. These seem way better than yukata because they actually are cool, because they're loose and loosely woven. And they're kind of cute for the most part, albeit silly looking.

I think this is a One Piece jinbei below. One Piece is a famous manga/anime. The characters are second in fame only to Hello Kitty as far as I can tell, and there are quite a lot of products that do a One Piece/Hello Kitty combo.


More jinbei.


What Japanese park would be complete...



Like any other festival, it was just a lot of people milling about the road, buying expensive food and drink, and not doing much else.


Here is an example of some expensive food. We picked up a couple extra students after a while. This food is some rolled cabbage with some other stuff I don't remember on a stick with mayo, ketchup?, and a bunch of other sauce on top. It's okay.


We sat in the park to eat, and this bench was looking particularly Japanese, so I took a picture.



Then we went over to the shrine to get a fortune.



Before you go in, you have to cleanse yourself at this spring. You have to dump water on each hand, and then you actually have to rinse out your mouth, too. I imagine swearing isn't allowed in the shrine area. I probably should have rinsed twice.



Then you go through some paper lamps and children's paintings to the fortune hawking area.



 There's the shrine proper. We didn't go in, thankfully, because the line was wicked long. What are they doing in there?


Here are some Japanese fortunes that you can buy for various prices, depending on how much bullshit you're looking for.


This is where you can get English fortunes, though, for only 100 yen (about $1.25), so we did this one.


Here was my fortune. I like the part about winning my lawsuits. Also the fighting with my husband part.


My camera is not good at focusing. So if you have bad eyes, here's what it says:

The person who holds this oracle may have had a miserable life to begin with, and feels unhappy. Therefore you shall begin to travel, and in doing so you meet someone you really know, and finally you receive help from someone to lead a successful life. This is because it is the blessing of God, remember this.



So, THANKS, GOD! You really CAME THROUGH!!!

You're not supposed to keep the fortune, which is why I took the pictures. You have to fold it up and tie it onto these strings for some reason. Maybe you're not supposed to hog the fortune or something.


Then we left the shrine, and wandered about for a while, did some shopping, and took a purikura photo set. But purikura gets its own entry.

The end.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Haircut

Getting a haircut in Japan was not as traumatic as getting a haircut in Korea. I put it off for three months, though, so my hair was looking pretty gnarly when I finally went in there. The students still didn't want me to cut it off though. They thought my hair was already short enough.

One of my students offered to take me to the hair salon she goes to. I'd already asked a Japanese tutor how to say certain things in Japanese, like "cut, please," and "reduce here" (since my hair is so thick), but I wasn't all that confident that a few phrases would be enough. So I figured it'd be a good idea to take one of my little translators with me. For some reason the students like to go places with me, even to the grocery store, so I knew I wasn't putting her out. So she made me an appointment and then invited two other girls from the dorm to go along.

This is supposed to be the before shot, but you can't see much. I brought in a photo of Emma Watson's pixie cut,  so I wouldn't have to explain very much what I wanted. Originally I was going to go with a Mia Farrow picture, and I had told Uto-chan (the leader of this group; they call her by her family name because there are three Ayanos in the dorm, one of whom was with us) about how you can go to a salon in the States and order a Mia Farrow, and they'll know what you mean. So while she was showing the stylist the Emma Watson's picture on her cell phone (keitai), she was also trying to remember Mia Farrow's name. And she was asking me, who is that ooman, M. F.? Maa, Fiiii... And I had to tell her that Japanese stylists wouldn't know the Mia Farrow, hahaha.



The funniest thing about getting a haircut in Japan wasn't the haircut itself, more the reaction the girls had to my hair getting cut. For most of the cut, they stayed underfoot, watching and being shocked at various things, as I'm learning Japanese girls tend to do. First they stood by and watched my hair get shampooed and my scalp massaged, and took a couple pictures of that, the little paper face-cover they put on you while this is happening on my face. Then they watched him snip away for a while and kept picking up little pieces of my hair and marveling at how fine they were. Then when he shaved my neck they were awed at how fine and fluffy that hair was, and actually pointed out that it was dark grey, which I hadn't realized. Chi-chi (Chisato), was like why is it grey? and I had to explain that I'm getting older, and told them all that I've got white hairs scattered around my head, too, which the stylist confirmed.

Then once the stylist started doing the detail snipping and little piles of my hair formed on my shoulders, the girls were shocked at how fluffy and light it was. All the while, I'm actually having to teach them these vocabulary words. They don't know how to say hair is fluffy or fine or thick, or for Japanese hair, coarse. Anyway, there was basically no end to their sense of wonder over my hair.

Here are the after pictures. My hair looks fine, and the stylist didn't do anything stupid like all those Korean stylists.