Thursday, August 02, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
So Long, Farewell
First up today was Rieko, a bubbly doctor's wife who sings opera, gives free tours of Tokyo to foreign visitors, and loves to study amphibiens. I then taught my demons, the brother-sister pair of three year old Saki and five year old Ryota, who presented me with drawings of myself and a blue dragon (at least I hope it was a dragon and not me...). The hardest goodbye was with perhaps the most adorable six year old to ever live, Matsuri. For several months, Matsuri and I had one-on-one lessons every week. Although she has now aged out of my class and is taught by another teacher, we still chat before and after lessons. Today Matsuri presented me with a letter written by her and a request from her mum that I send her a letter from Canada. I'm now greatly looking forward to continuing my friendship with my six-year-old Japanese pen-pal.
My last two days will no doubt include more difficult goodbyes, including with Reina, a moody 13 year old who also happens to be my #1 favourite student. I'll be sure to bring along extra tissues.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
The View from the Top
I can’t quite believe it, but I now have only 8 days remaining in
Climbing
On Sunday night, I left work with a backpack of supplies (including headlamps, a rainsuit and toilet paper) and a head full of advice supplied by my co-worker, Kee, who trekked up
Two hours later, at 10:00pm, we were greeted by the chilly night air of the 5th station. We put on our gear, got out our flashlights, and were on our way up the mountain at 10:30. The first stretch of the hike is quite easy, with very little actual climbing. Looking out over the edge of the path, we could see nothing but grey fog. Below us stretched an empty, cavernous abyss. After about a half hour we reached the 6th station, where a guide handed us maps of the route up. From here the trail got much more difficult- it was like climbing up a sand dune. I found myself having to take frequent breaks and questioning whether I was capable of climbing this trail for five hours. After about forty minutes, we encountered a chain blocking our path with a sign reading “No Entry”- on the other side. It was here that we realized that we had been climbing up a supply road and not the actual trail, which had stairs. Ironically enough, on the descent we discovered that we had gone off the trail just steps from where we given the maps.
Feeling much relieved by the easier path that greeted us, we continued to the next station and the rest huts that dotted the path. Looking up, the night sky concealed everything but the next hut looming high in the distance. Soon the terrain became rocky, and I often found myself on all fours. Nonetheless, we kept our spirits up as the rest huts were frequent and our pace steady. The summit finally came into view as we reached the last station at around 2:30. I was pumped and eager to make the last stretch of the climb. What followed were perhaps the most grueling hour and half of my life. The rocks were replaced by slippery volcanic stones that gave way as I stepped on them. I could hardly walk twenty paces without feeling the need to stop and rest. With no rest huts breaking up the climb, the final leg felt interminable. Finally, as the night sky began to brighten with the first hints of twilight, I crossed under the Torii gate that marked the summit of
While I was relieved to have made it to the top, I can’t say that the summit of
Nevertheless, I’ll never forget watching the sun peek out from behind the clouds at the top of
Friday, June 15, 2007
Comings and Goings
I’m afraid I haven’t gotten up to much adventuring in the past few weeks. However, that isn’t to say that they’ve been entirely uneventful. At the end of May my delightful Kiwi roomie Alyce decided it was time to head back home to
It was at that little curry restaurant that Greg and I had dinner with Alyce on her last night in
I went to sleep that night with an uneasy feeling. Who was this mystery person who was slowly infiltrating my apartment, three days early, and then sneaking out again? I woke up early the next day so that I could have breakfast with Alyce before she went to the airport. As we were eating, she pointed out to me that the door to our spare bedroom was closed. The mystery roomie was lurking inside! As I tearfully bid goodbye to my stellar roommate, I was apprehensive about the new one, sleeping just meters away from me.
Two hours later, Nat emerged. I quickly discovered that I’d had nothing to fear. Transferring to
Just today I found out that I can expect yet another new roomie at the end of June. For the first time since January (save for that one night a couple of weeks ago), all the rooms at my apartment will be filled. Annie is arriving from
Monday, May 21, 2007
In Praise of No-Shows and Wireless Internet
Hope everything is going well in all the corners of your lives. Right now I'm technically supposed to be working. However, as luck would have it, my student decided not to come to her English lesson tonight. Which means I get to spend this period sitting in the Sengawa teachers' room and blog, mooching free internet off some poor soul in the general vicinity. As even more luck would have it, this is my third such free period today. And to make things even better, I'm getting paid. I tell you, this English-teaching gig really isn't so bad. It almost makes me sad to think I'll be leaving it relatively soon.
Last week I put a deposit on a flight home. I'll be back on North American soil (after 20 some odd tortuous travel hours) on July 18th. While, on the whole, I'm definitely ready to be back in my home and native land, more and more I'm discovering that I may just not hate the land of the rising sun all that much. The vast majority of the people I've met here have been stellar, the transportation system is phenomenal, even the despicable English splayed on street signs, train ads and t-shirts is becoming less annoying. I've been making a mental checklist of the things about my life I would change were I to stay here longer (1. move out of Tokyo. 2. climb the corporate ladder. 3. buy a pink scooter). Nonetheless, I know that this land is not my land, and the siren call of home (and my sister) are impossible to resist. Still, life here has been good, especially when I'm earning my yen whilst simultaneously wasting my time blogging.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Kansai
Okay, I know. My lack of posting and apologies for such at the beginning of each entry is becoming ridiculous. Nevertheless, gomen-nasai. Spring has most definitely sprung in
After some more exploring and a lunch of okinomiyaki (definitely my fave Japanese food, if you’re ever in the area, give it a try), we considered
Up early the next morning, we headed on a multi-leg journey (2 trains and a cable car) to Koya-San, a mountain top Buddhist temple complex that attracts many students (and even more tourists). Along the way, we met up with a couple of Norwegians who were traveling through
After breakfast the next day, we bid farewell to our monk and hiked to Koya-San’s holiest site, the tomb of Kobo Daishi, who founded Koya-San in 813AD. As a young monk, Kobo Daishi traveled to
Unfortunately, as we approached Daishi himself, we encountered swarms of bus-tour pilgrims who’d skipped the cemetery walk in favour of the nearby gift shop parking lot. Religious sites in
After paying our respects to Kobo Daishi, Greg and I set out for our last destination,
Our first stop was Nijo-jo, a castle built by the Tokugawa Shoguns. Its most impressive feature was its “hummingbird” floors, which chirp when stepped on, an ancient security alarm. After Nijo-jo we rode up to Ginkaku-ji, which was perhaps my favourite of all the places we visited in
Originally, we had planned to take a shinkansen (Japanese for “bullet train”- FYI, no one in Japan calls them bullet trains) home on our last afternoon. However, being that neither of us had to work until 1:00 the following afternoon, we decided to take yet another night bus back home, saving a wad of yen and allowing us an extra afternoon of vacation. After buying our bus tickets and emptying our packs into lockers, we headed for Kinkaku-ji, (also known as the Golden Pavillion), a temple gilded in gold. Though located on the edge of the city, the temple’s grounds are densely wooded, so that you feel as though you have stepped into another world upon entering them. Or you would, except that the requisite bus loads of school children were there, snapping pictures and screaming at each other. No matter, even they couldn’t dampen Kinkaku-ji’s radiance. I had seen pictures of this building prior to coming to
We spent our extra afternoon in the city relaxing in the
Finally, it was time to bid goodbye to the Buddhas and bustle of Kansai and board our bus back to big bad Bubaigawara.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Worlds!
Last week I had the chance to indulge in one of my favourite activities: watching live figure skating. I have to confess, one of the deciding factors in my decision to come to
I’ll spare you the details of the actual competition (if you cared, you were probably watching on TV). I spent the first half of the day sitting alongside the fiancé of Mexican ice dancer Laura Munana. He, like the entire Mexican skating team, is actually from
During the second half of the day my section of the arena attracted a great deal of attention when Brian Joubert, the French heartthrob and eventual winner of the Men’s competition, sat a few rows away from me. While attempting to cheer on his French teammates he garnered a decent mob of autograph-seeking fans. This being
Okay, now I am going to talk a bit about the actual skating. This competition was especially exciting for me as it was the first ever world championships of one of my favourite teams, and the last worlds for another. The day was kicked off with the compulsory dance of Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir, a team of young ice dancers from
The day ended with the final short program that Xue Shen and Hongbo Zhao of
Now begins the long, 7 month off-season. Hopefully this latest skating fix will hold me through to October!