I promise I’ll start posting photos of London to prove I am actually here, but with so many photos from Japan I still haven’t shared, what am I supposed to do?
While in Kyoto I wandered into Nishiki Market, Kyoto’s oldest food market. My sense of direction is terrible, but it was harder to find than I expected. The thing about Kyoto is, all the buildings are set so close together, that it’s almost impossible to try and navigate by looking up at the skyline.
I doubt you would believe me if I say that the sky is blue for almost the entire week so I’ll show you instead. Along with the sky are ofcourse topless British men showing off their very pasty white chests for the world to see.
Still can’t quite believe that a week ago I was in Japan and a month ago I was in Australia. Really looking forward to settling down and doing some serious job search and start living.
In the meantime here are some of my memories from Tokyo.
Tree planting with the local kids and farmers, the trees were planted at the edge of the farms to prevent further erosion to the soil. Needless to say the kids were much better at handling a shovel than I was. On the flip side we got more local
coverage again.
This little guy is my favourite, the moment I pointed the camera to him, up came those V sign and he’s only three years old.
As always we were royally fed, the marbled beed was from Australia actually.
All good things must come to an end, and Kiritappu ended with another amazing feast. Set up in an old fishermen shed, the local women from the town cooked up a meal like nothing I’ve tasted before.
Miso with fresh crab
We were lucky to be around when Hamanaka’s Festival was on. It’s a little town festival to wish for a good year during the seedling period, so small that it will never be on any tour group itinery. We helped out with making the mochi, which was later on tossed to the crowd for good luck. I was expecting a gentle toss, not the machine gun throw of several hundred mochi being thrown at once!
My highlight for the day was the children sumo, where the wrestling is presented to the god or kami as part of the wish for a good year. The children’s age range from 3 to around 12 or 13, and it was obvious who the ongoing champions were as the weaker wrestler’s face dropped once they realise who their opponent was.
Starting to feel somewhat rundown, have not really let my self rest through out this trip.
We were lucky to be around when Hamanaka’s Festival was on. It’s a little town festival to wish for a good year during the seedling period, so small that it will never be on any tour group itinery. We helped out with making the mochi, which was later on tossed to the crowd for good luck. I was expecting a gentle toss, not the machine gun throw of several hundred mochi being thrown at once!
My highlight for the day was the children sumo, where the wrestling is presented to the god or kami as part of the wish for a good year. The children’s age range from 3 to around 12 or 13, and it was obvious who the ongoing champions were as the weaker wrestler’s face dropped once they realise who their opponent was.
I know I was in the right place in Japan, when the specialty bento box in Kushiro contained oysters. What I wasn’t expecting was the sheer volume and quality of the food in Hokkaido, especially in the region we were working at.
The ocean is so close, that for everyday of the week, we had fresh seafood without fail, of a size that you just would not believe! Pictured here are some photos of our meal at a restaurant on our way to Kiritappu.
I’m typing this while staring outside the window of my bedroom at Pension Porch (quaint little pension, with fantastic food and a landlord who’s quite a character). Where I am geographically is more or less here. I’m in a little town called Hanamaka in Hokkaido, so remote that my Japan Lonely Planet guide mentioned the wetland, but not the township itself.
The entire area feels a little surreal, a place that is slightly out of sync with Japan as we know it. The industry around the area revolves around dairy farming, fishing, general agriculture and eco tourism, with the surrounding marshes being a huge attraction.
Apparently in summer and winter the tourists come in droves. In winter for a spot of bird watching, particularly for the famous Japanese cranes as they perform their ballet like mating dance. In summer, the area is covered with flowers for a good month before a quick autumn comes around.
Right now, it’s so quiet that it’s difficult to believe that tourists would come in drove into this sleepy little town. Though as I woke up everyday, new shoot are turning up more and more each day, bringing a late spring to the area.
This is the first time that Kiritappu Wetland trust has the fund and connection to organise a group of oversea volunteers to come and collaborate with the local team and work on conservation projects together. Part of the incentive for the project is to promote the area’s natural asset internationally, as well as provide an example to other similar sites in Japan. As it is the first time, the amount of coverage is somewhat crazy. We have a full time cameraman and video man watching our every move and two TV stations have turned up following us for the past few days, not to mention the newspaper journalists that dropped by.
