Tuesday, September 1, 2009

ふじ山をのぼりました。Climbed Mt. Fuji





Japanese proverb: You are wise to climb Mt. Fuji once, you are a fool to climb it twice.


Moving to Japan and hiking Mt. Fuji went hand in hand. However, had I actually read anything about climbing Mt. Fuji prior to setting out to do so I may have considered otherwise. Convenience nudged us to join the organized tour offered by the language program, which all flexibility. In total the hike took 13hrs. The first part of the hike from the 5th to 7th station took a mere 3hrs. At the rest house we ate curry rice and napped like sardines in one large bunk bed. By 10:30pm were hiking again. Movement was slow and at times halted. The weather changed often and unpredictably; rain, mist, wind, temperature, cloudy.... Fortunately, we were able to watch the 4:30am sunrise with decent visibility while still hiking toward the summit. At 5:30am we were greeted at the summit by snow/freezing rain and limited visibility. At 6:30am we began the 4hr descent in unrelenting precipitation. Afterward, our disgruntled feelings toward the climb slowly lifted after a an hour of relaxing in a nearby indoor natural hot spring. Upon returning to Tokyo the guides departed from us with us with “Please do not hate Mt. Fuji.”
Pictures @
http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLanding.action?c=14ywkdrw.8uxi9sac&x=0&y=aym188&localeid=en_US

Monday, August 31, 2009

Bike Prision


I only had my bike for a week before I had to walk to near end of the city in order to rescue it from the confiscation lot. Why don't I learn to follow my gut instincts!? I even went to the trouble of writing down my bike registration number "just in case." No Bike Parking signs galore, but it had been done before...5 hours in the restaurant, bike is still there; 4 hours at the cell phone shop, bike is still there (3 separate occasions), shopping, bike; coffee, bike; train ride to Shinkjuku, no bike! I followed the spoken rule, park your bike where there are other bikes. Others have gotten away with it, or have received warnings, but never confiscation or fines! Do it, just park it, don't walk around the corner a mere block to park your bike in the official parking lot. Do it, just see if you will be the one to get your bike confiscated. Test the system. Worse thing will be a warning right!?! (But copy that registration number just in case). Dag namit! When I approached the police box, he knew the color of the bike and the amount of time it had been left. It had been confiscated. 3,000 yen ($30) fine. He shows me the route to walk to the bike prison, a humbling hot sticky walk that took almost an hour. What about the bus that conveniently has a stop right in front of the prison?!?! Was I made to walk as part of my punishment!? The "I'm feeling stupid" mood quickly lifted when I gazed upon the number of imprisoned bikes. I am not alone. Although I vowed never to do something so stupid again, I'm sure I'll continue to have my moments. For now, I have my bike back at slightly higher cost of purchase.