Traveling On August 19-21 there is this festival called obon, which is a holiday where a lot of Japanese people return to their home towns to pray to their ancestors. It also means that it is vacation time. Originally we had decided to go visit Osaka for the weekend. However, due to our paycheck not arriving till the next week, we decided to just take a cheaper root and visit more local places. On Sunday, we went to Miyajima Island in Hiroshima, which is a UNESCO protected heritage site. I’m sure you have seen the famous red gate in the water before. On that Sunday in Miyajima there is a summer Matsuri, or festival with hanabi or fireworks on display. In the morning Peter, Rome and I decided to climb the local mountain before the start of the festival, Mt. Misen. The mountain is about 2.6 km up. It was a good climb, even though I got separated with the guys for a bit, as I went ahead and climbed to the top and they went through another path to see these famous monkeys on the mountain. The really neat thing about the mountain was that near the top you would stop, and find a temple that would be a few hundred years old and you can stop and explore a bit. This one temple had a bell about 900 years old from the famous Taira clan. Definitely a place that is full of history. Well as I said I was got split up from my friends, so I finally realized that they weren’t going to meet up with me at the top, so I made my way to this rope trolley that would take me back down the mountain. Unfortunately, just when I got there, the last trolley had left about 5 minutes ago. I wasn’t the only unfortunate one as this Japanese dude had also made the same mistake as me. So we decided to hike our way back down. He spoke no English at all, so I tried using as much Japanese as I could, and we had a good time chatting while climbing down the mountain. I brought him a beer, and he got me, Rome and Pete some oysters when I met up with them at the bottom of the mountain. We had a good meal, and then we made our way down to the festival area by the water and picked up some food form the stands that were set up for the festival. Around 9pm the massive fireworks began. The Miyajima fireworks are one of the most famous in Japan. And comparing to the Celebration of Light that we have in Vancouver, the ones in Japan I think are more extravagant. We were right up to the front of the fireworks, but decide to leave half way though because there was so many people that if we didn’t make our way to the ferry terminal, we most likely weren’t going to get off the island until 2am. Even from where we were it took about 30 minutes to get to the terminal by fighting our way though traffic. I used Peter as a shield up front, as his 230lbs really did clear the way. Overall, it was a great day, and I had a great time at my first big festival.
The day after Miyajima, we decided to make our way to Shikoku, one of the four big islands that make up Japan. We went to the major city there, Matsuyama. We just spent two days there, but we had a good time visiting one of the few remaining original castles, aptly named Matsuyama castle. The castle was really neat as they had dozens of stairs you had to climb and lots of Japanese suits of armor and swords on display. Seeing the originals and not replicas was definitely a highlight of the day. We even had to take this chair lift up to the castle as it is situated at the highest point of the city. Which meant it offered a beautiful view of the city. However, just before we were about to leave the castle, a mini typhoon decided to cover all of Matsuyama city and a huge torrential downpour ensued. The four of us tried to wait it out, looking for cover within the castle walls, but after about 20 minutes we gave up and tried to make our way back down to the city. We ran towards the exit and just then, the rain even picked up more. So we decided to veer towards one of the restaurants beside the castle for cover. Since it was raining so hard, we decided that we should just eat lunch there, and it ended up being one of the best meals we’ve had in Japan so far. We had some hand made soba noodles which is by far the best I’ve had and we also tried some maccha mochi, a green tea rice cake which was delicious. We made our way back down the castle and then took the train to a place in Mastsuyama, called Dogo.
Dogo is famous for one thing, and that is its Hot Spring or Onsen. We managed to find a hotel to stay at with a decent price after some minor bargaining and we explored this little resort town full of hot springs. The Dogo onsen is the oldest one in recorded history in Japan, dating back over 1000 years. We toured the main strip and then at night Peter, my 230 pound 6’3 American friend of mine decided to try the hot spring. Our other buddy Rome, passed, apparently soaking naked with a friend you’ve met for a month was too much for him to handle. So Peter and I made our way in and got the deluxe treatment, which meant we could bathe in a more private onsen and sit in the second floor terrace sipping green tea and eat biscuits before our dip. So that’s what we did, we were completely lost as to where to go and the exact procedure we should follow, so we just tried to follow the other dudes in the onsen. After an interesting time deciphering where we exactly change and where the onsen was, we arrived at the onsen Kaminoyu (Water of God) and went in after a pre-wash. The onsen etiquette is actually quite lengthy, luckily we were able to figure it all our from what we knew and saw, and enjoyed soaking in a 1000 year hot spring immensely. Definitely relaxing and something I am going to try to do as often as I can. Another highlight of the night was a tour of the emperor’s private hot spring and room. Apparently the emperor had visited this hot spring twice during his reign, and afterwards it became one of the first tourist attractions in Japan. We had a hilarious Japanese dude throwing in any English he knew to explain the emperor’s quarters. It was really neat to see the emperor’s chair and cushion (with his imprint still on it!) and his own private garden and onsen.
The next morning, we convinced Melody, who is a Maori from New Zealand and Rome to go to another onsen, so we visited a more modern one in Dogo, as opposed to the 100 year old building that we were in last night. The modern one called, Tsubakinoyu (Water of Camellia didn’t have the aesthetic appeal of the older one, but the onsen was just as relaxing though it a lot more people in it. It was also fun to see all the old Japanese men stare at Pete, luckily I’m Asian and I blend in quite nicely. Even though every one there was over 50 and this old lady who cleans up the dressing room kept on staring at us, we all had a good time at the onsen. Melody was on the female side, and she said she enjoyed it a lot too. We spent the rest of the day visiting a famous temple called Ishite-ji, part of the famous 88 temple on Shikoku. The temple was very calming and interesting as we all rung a bell for good luck and went into a cave to visit numerous Jizo statues. After the temple we went to a large garden at Matsuyama castle, which was relaxing and then made our way back to Kure by a ferry.