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Kyoto, On Our Own

First, let me say “on our own” is a misnomer. I COULD have been on my own during “free” time, but Mori was working overtime, organizing wonderful activities for us. I will admit, I skipped two evening activities because I needed a rest. (Damn, we were ACTIVE during the day!) I believe the Energizer Bunny’s Team of Renee, Ruth, and Janis did EVERYTHING, but unfortunately they’re not writing this blog, so you’ll only see and hear about the activities I took part in.

Our first night adventure in Kyoto started in the hotel bar. It was a rainy night, so we correctly figured we needed some fortifications before our tour of the train station.

During my lifetime, I have certainly been in many train stations, but never have I seen seen anything quite like this one! The architecture is stunning, the lighting is spectacular—it is a visual feast!

Unlike most escalators, which require you to walk around to the opposite side on each floor, this one went straight up, and parts of it were outside the building.

Notice how clean everything is? No trash ANYWHERE!

We were able to see the Kyoto tower from the covered part of the rooftop. I thought that the raindrops on the window gave the tower an impressionistic feel.

It isn’t obvious from the still photos, but we were treated to a light show as we walked along the corridor.

Can you see the two people walking down the stairway upon which images are being projected? Here’s a hint–look for the umbrellas.

This is the site of one of twenty one immersive multimedia installations created by Naked, a digital art collective. If you want to learn more, check out their website: https://en.japantravel.com/kyoto/naked-garden-one-kyoto/69924

We returned the following night, when the weather was better, to listen to the pianist while we watched the light show. If you would like the full effect, just hop over to YouTube to watch and listen to the video. (Click on the underlined word)

The photo is a screen shot from the video and admittedly is a poor substitute, but uploading a video into WordPress takes forever.

In the previous post I mentioned that Nijo Castle was also a site for a Naked installation, and THIS one was even more sensational!

The castle walls became digital displays with changing graphics. You know the drill: if you want to experience the full effect of the “Naked” show, click on YouTube.

But wait— there’s more! The garden and the buildings were also beautifully illuminated.

There were so many gorgeous sights–it was hard to decide which ones to include in this post.

And if that wasn’t enough, there was even a “ special effects” machine, pumping out fog.

Our extras weren’t just limited to night time activities. We also had adventures with Mori during free afternoons. Sometimes, the bus drivers recommended stops along the way at places they thought we would enjoy.

That’s another wonderful aspect of Japanese culture. People take pride in their work, regardless of what it is. Everyone’s contribution is valued.

Earlier in the trip, we stopped at a store selling fruits and vegetables. On the wall were photos of the farmers who grew the store’s products. Talk about a personalized approach!

Notice the white gloves our bus driver is wearing and how he is dressed?

This particular driver suggested these two additional stops enroute to a planned activity. I won’t bother with the names of the temples because they are long and totally forgettable, at least by me. But what is seared into my brain are the temple grounds with its flowering trees.

We didn’t have time to participate in the Buddhist ceremony, but I peeked inside and was impressed that they thoughtfully provided chairs for those unable to sit on the floor.

The second temple contained 1001 statues of the Buddhist Deity Kannon. What is interesting is that all of the statues are slightly different, which initially led me to believe that the statues represented DIFFERENT Buddhas. Then I read the brochure.

Here’s what else I learned. 124 of the statues were made in the 12th century, when the temple was founded and the remaining 876 were made in the 13th century when the temple was renovated. The statues are all made of Japaneses cypress, so I’m guessing they have been covered with gold leaf.

We weren’t allowed to take photos inside the temple, but hanging on a wall outside was this poster,

which will give you a very rough idea of what the temple was like. It was slightly longer than a football field (According to the brochure, the length is 120 meters, for those of you fluent in metric). We walked in front of the statues, along a PACKED narrow corridor. It wasn’t tragic that I couldn’t take a photo inside–it would have been an impossible shot anyway.

On our last afternoon in Kyoto, we set out for the Philosopher’s Path. Although we never made it there — we got a little lost– we instead had a had a delightful adventure, walking along an old railroad track, during which we saw an abundance of blooming trees and Japanese taking advantage of the photo ops the beautiful day offered.

As Mori was trying to figure out how to get us back to the hotel, some of us wandered around and discovered this rather unusual sculpture in front of one of the art museums. Sorry, there wasn’t enough time to figure out what it was trying to communicate, but then, it is ART. It can be anything you want it to be.

Next stop: Hiroshima, for the ten of us taking the post trip, but before we leave, here’s one last photo of the Kyoto tower when it WASN’T raining.

OAT’s Kyoto Itinerary

There was so much to see and do in Kyoto, I decided Kyoto required two posts. This one describes the “official” OAT activities. The next post is all the “extras” sweet Mori made sure we experienced.

After Covid cancelled my 2020 Japan trip, I comforted myself with an on-line “tour” of Kyoto. From that, I got the mistaken impression that Kyoto was a rather compact city with all of the sights clustered together.

I was TOTALLY unprepared for how big Kyoto is and how scattered the points of interest are.

My iPhone photos will give you a rough idea of how much ground OAT’s itinerary covered during our 5 day stay. I was very grateful that Mori handled all of the logistics.

The Shinkansen brought us swiftly and smoothly to Kyoto. Because we had ridden the bullet train from Tokyo to Kanazawa, we were familiar with the drill: you pack a small overnight bag to tide you over until the larger luggage ( which was shipped) arrives a day later. The bullet train is super comfortable, but storage space is quite limited.

I was glad that I was traveling with only a backpack, because unlike our arrival in Kanazawa, in Kyoto we had to swim through an ocean of humanity to get through the train station.

I’m wondering what was easier to follow—Taco, or my gray head sticking up above the crowd.

What a multisensory extravaganza the Kyoto train station was! We were bombarded with sounds, sights and wonderful smells, but as you’ll see in a later post, it is even more thrilling at night, so no more daytime station photos.

But first, here’s a whirlwind tour of my favorite things on OAT’s itinerary, which successfully hit Kyoto’s traditional hot spots.

The majestic Arashiyama Bamboo Forest

It is hard to describe the peaceful feeling one gets while walking through these towering plants.

The Tenryu-ji Temple

A brief stroll away from the forest was a beautiful garden and Buddhist temple. We were so excited to see the cherry blossoms were starting to open.

I managed to pitch a coin right into the ring in front of the frog. I keep making the same wish. One of these times it should work.

Kinkaku-ji Temple (Temple of the Golden Pavilion)

The original temple was constructed around 1400, but was rebuilt in the 1950’s after it was burned to the ground by a crazed monk.

Wasn’t it fitting that the phoenix atop the temple was the only part of the original that managed to arise from the ashes of the burned building?

Nijo Castle

We toured the interior of Nijo Castle, but we weren’t allowed to take photos. That’s okay. I found the exterior far more compelling—especially at night (and yes, you are going to have to wait for a future post to see how glorious it is).

Nara

India has its sacred cows; Japan has its deer.

Todaiji Temple

This is the home of the world’s largest wooden Buddha.

He was so enormous, it was difficult to photograph him. Besides, we’ve all seen Buddha photos.

As you may have noticed from earlier posts, I’m rather fond of the Guardians. Even though this one has a fierce facial expression, he’s holding a scroll and pen, so how scary can he be? Maybe his message is “the pen is mightier than the sword”?

This next photo requires an explanation, but first take a look and see if you can figure out what is happening.

There is a wooden block in the temple, with an opening that supposedly is the size of Buddha’s nose (the statue, not the human). The belief is that anyone able to squeeze through Buddha’s nose (or the passage) would have a good life. I’m pleased to say that although he initially struggled, Mori made it thru.

Zen Temple

After walking alongside this beautiful river, we climbed 200 steps ( I didn’t count; I took Mori’s word for it) to meet a zen master, with whom we meditated.

We left, totally at peace, feeling “zero”. It’s fortunate that l learned to let go, because that hat on my head and I were soon to go our separate ways.

Fushimi Inari Shrine

After experiencing Buddhism, we moved on to the famous Shinto shrine with its beautiful vermillion Torii Gates.

We didn’t have time to climb to the top, so this map will have to suffice to give you an idea of the immensity of the shrine.

When Christo did “The Gates” in NYC’s Central Parking 2005, Mike and I spent an enjoyable February afternoon strolling through them. Could Christo have gotten his inspiration from Japan? I think he did.

Sushi Making

I will say up front that raw fish wrapped in seaweed does not meet my definition of delicious. Still, I was determined to keep an open mind. I was quite happy to learn that we had a vegetable option.

My son Greg would have loved the discussion about knives and whet stones.

Okay, so maybe it didn’t look like much, but it sure was tasty.

What better way to end this post than with a photo of a beautiful blossom…

and a group shot taken after our farewell dinner. Sadly, Mary, Jim, Kathleen and Cathy, weren’t joining us on the post trip to Hiroshima.

Three Nights in Kanazawa

Initially, I expected to do one post for both Kanazawa and Kyoto. I had never heard of Kanazawa before, so hadn’t realized how much there was to see in that lovely little town. Everywhere I looked, there was something that was jaw dropping gorgeous.

It was raining off and on, but that minor inconvenience didn’t dampen our enjoyment of the beautiful Kenrokuen Gardens.

Although it was too early for Kanazawa’s cherry blossoms, the plum trees were a brilliant rosy pink, contrasting nicely against the gray skies.

We realized how lucky we were to view the gardens with such perfect lighting. A sunny day would have washed out the contrast.

How does it stay so pristine, you ask? Different cultures have different priorities. The Japanese value beauty, harmony, and cleanliness. Shared spaces are important to them. As you can see, their resources align with their values.

We are lucky that photography is one of Mori’s interests. He was always scouting out great locations for group photos.

One of the many things I love about our group is the way we all look out for each other. Notice how Mike and Bobbi are making sure Cathy doesn’t fall off the bridge. At least I think that’s what they were doing. Either that, or their attempt to push her into the water was unsuccessful.

For one of our “Kanazawa” days, we were given the option to visit Gokayama, which is about an hour’s drive away, up into the snowy mountains. The view was lovely and the gift shop was even lovelier, which is good news for the folks back home.

After visiting this village, we spent the rest of the day making ( and eating) mochi, learning how to make traditional Japanese paper, and watching a traditional dance.

I hope my exquisite creations survive the trip home.

The traditional dance performance was set in an authentic, historic Japanese house. Yes, I know that house had an intriguing history, however, it was so bloody cold in there, all I could think about was getting back on the bus. Sorry. You’re not getting any house history from me.

Mori managed to find us fantastic restaurants everywhere we went, and Kanazawa was no exception. We liked shabu shabu so much, we were delighted to experience it again. This sweet TINY restaurant was quiet, beautiful, inexpensive, and best of all, the food was delicious.

Ruth, Renee, Janis and I had this little alcove all to ourselves.

That evening was an “on your own” dinner, so feeling adventurous, Kathleen and Cathy opted for a restaurant with a more esoteric menu.

Before leaving Kanazawa, we split into four groups to visit the home of a Japanese family, where we were treated to different activities, like calligraphy, and origami. Some groups sampled saki and tried on kimonos. The luckiest groups managed to do all of the above.

My group experienced the formal tea service at an authentic tea house. We entered the room the way the samourai did, crawling through a tiny space that we dubbed the “doggie door”.

Here’s Patsy, demonstrating the graceful way to enter the tea room. Like the Samourai, the door’s size forced her to leave all her weapons behind.

We had just enough time before we took the bullet train to Kyoto to visit the shrine a few blocks from our hotel. As usual, the paparazzi was stalking me as I strolled the park.

Some of the group went with Mori to visit the shrine the night we arrived. I was too exhausted, so I was glad that I had time for this early morning visit.

I’ll end with this photo of the Kanazawa train station. and if you think this station is beautiful, you ain’t see nothin yet! Just wait till my Kyoto post!

Japanese Cultural Experiences in Tokyo and Hakone

When you think of Japan, what comes to mind? For me, it was all about the cherry blossoms and the Geishas. Sumo Wrestling? Drumming? Karaoke? Not so much. But I kept an open mind, and I’m so glad I did. Frequently, on OAT trips, I didn’t know I wanted to see something until I got there.

Take, for instance, sumo wrestlers. These guys put on quite a show for us. I hadn’t expected them to be so funny! While demonstrating the forbidden moves—poking their opponent’s eyes—a fake eyeball popped out and rolled on the floor.

Sumos have “stage names”, like US wrestlers

They’re heavy, but muscular and very fit.

It wasn’t just laughs, though. We also learned quite a bit about the sport. Some of the sumo wrestlers are recruited from the ranks of “troubled” boys, usually around the time they turn 15, providing a constructive use of all that testosterone.

Their careers last about 20 years, which means they retire from wrestling in their mid to late 30’s, similar to the career span of professional athletes in the USA.

Renee and I (because of our insurance backgrounds) immediately had questions about the impact of all that extra weight on life expectancy. We learned that sumo wrestlers, on average, live 10 years less than most Japanese. As one would expect, diabetes, joint problems, head injuries and other medical issues are responsible for decreased longevity.

Like our time with the wrestlers, we were offered a “hands on” experience at a subsequent cultural event —drumming. And boy, did we get into it! We were like a bunch of pre-teen boys, wildly pounding away.

It was raining off and on during our second day in Hakone, but we didn’t mind. Our day was filled with indoor cultural experiences, starting with a boat ride across the lake to visit a woodworking master.

Renee, attempting to get the perfect exterior shot

I’m not normally a shopper, but this master craftsman’s work was so exquisite and so unusual, I had to buy a couple of his smaller pieces. Partly because of the prices and partly because traveling with carry on, my purchasing power was severely limited.

Next up was shabu shabu for lunch ( Japan’s version of fondue),

followed by a delightful encounter with these two lovely geishas, who danced and played a traditional instrument to demonstrate how they entertain clients.

During the question and answer period, they dispelled many misconceptions about geishas.

Unlike the book and movie “Memoirs of a Geisha” would have you believe, geishas are not prostitutes, nor are young girls sold to geisha houses. Although they admitted those things might have happened many years ago, the practice was not widespread even back then.

I never would have guessed there is a geisha union that clients contact when they want to book a geisha for an event. Geisha musicians are the highest paid, and if a client wants them to paint their faces white, and don wigs to create that traditional hairdo, it costs extra. An event normally lasts about two hours, with geishas sometimes attending two parties per night.

Curious about that big padded thingie on their back? I sure was. Well, they don’t carry a purse, so they need SOME PLACE to store their cell phone, right? Think of it as a Geisha backpack. I couldn’t believe all the stuff they pulled out to show us!

Because Hakone is noted for its hot springs, many hotels have onsens on site, and our hotel was no exception.

Men and women have separate areas, because everyone is naked in the onsen. During our stay, Kris , Janis and I experienced different pools, both inside and out, during our multiple visits. Since this is not an X-rated blog, there are no photos of the three of us frolicking in the onsen. Plus it’s against the rules. . .

Did I mention Japanese are very good at following rules? They are much better than Americans, which is probably why the laminated card in our rooms included English translations.

I’m going to end this post with our final Hakone activity—karaoke. My only prior experience with karaoke was at a bar, where individuals performed solo. The Japanese do it differently. It’s a group sing-along in a tiny room. Yep, the room isn’t much bigger than what you see in the photo below.

What a bonding experience! I’ll admit, it helps if you downed some sake (or wine) beforehand, which we all did, to celebrate Kathleen‘s birthday.

Wondering about that red basket? It held the microphones.

Hakone, Part 1

Every time I think this trip couldn’t possibly get better, it does.

On our bus ride to Hakone, we were treated to multiple views of the elusive Mt Fuji. We watched as it progressed from crystal clear to cloudy.

The clouds started rolling in around 3 PM.

3:30 PM. Our driver took us to this special look out that gave us a phenomenal view of the mountain.

Although it is wasn’t on the itinerary, I had told Mori I really wanted to experience the Open Air Museum in Hakone and he made it happen. Turns out 12 out of the 14 of us wanted to visit. We made the most of our hour at the museum. Here are a few of my favorites.

It may not look like much from the outside but wait till you step inside.

But there was so much more to see, like this piece which was inspired by the myth of Narcissus.

The sculpture was trying to view her reflection in the water, but her tears were blurring her image.

Can you believe how perfectly balanced that sculpture is? And check out the gorgeous setting.

We lucked out with the weather because our second day in Hakone was rainy.

Highlights: Tokyo at Night

Let’s get real here. After action packed days, how much night life do you think this jet lagged group experienced? If you’re looking for bar hopping photos, you’ve come to the wrong blog. At our ages, we are quite abit more sedate—at least so far. But we did still manage to pack in quite a bit AND be in our jammies before 10:00 PM. Here are just a few highlights.

Shopping Centers

You might think shopping centers are not very exciting. I would encourage you to think again. You see, SOME shopping centers in Tokyo have outdoor platforms which offer SPECTACULAR views, like this one, which overlooks the Imperial Palace.

Although can’t see the Imperial Palace, it is just inside that white wall and moat.

A vertical mall is the best way I can describe Tokyo’s shopping centers.

This one featured a particularly eye-catching mystery object. (At least it was a mystery to ME)

Having no clue what it was, I reached out to my Japan expert, 9 year old Oliver, who knew immediately that it Miraidon. Still in the dark, I consulted Ms Google, who offered further enlightenment. You are looking at a Pokémon character, which is also a drivable vehicle!

For those who wish to learn more, here’s the link.

https://www.japantimes.co.jp/business/2024/03/15/companies/toyota-pokemon-mobility/

The “malls” also house an abundance of restaurants. Our very congenial group has gotten quite efficient at selecting dining venues despite what has been a mind boggling selection. One night we had one of our best meals ever—delicious Wagyu beef. With our beverage of choice (mine was an alcoholic lemonade) my cost was $20.20 TOTAL ( I already checked my credit card online).

Sorry, no food photos. Did I mention my lemonade had alcohol in it? Knowing that, what do you think are the odds that I forgot a few possessions in the restaurant? Fortunately, a member of our group was on “baby sitting” duty that night.

I DID grab a quick shot of one of the floors while riding the escalator down. Why? Who knows. Blame it on the lemonade.

After visiting the famous Shibuya Crossing, four of us decided it was time for some fine dining, so we chose a restaurant with great food AND an equally wonderful view.

6:30 PM, with restaurant’s interior reflected on glass

Mass transit experiences

I’d heard that Tokyo’s system is easy to use. Maybe it is, if you have no other options, but WE were lucky to have Mori, who gave us a tutorial on how to get from point A to point B. ( if truth be told, he needed to do it more than once for our group).

Mori very thoughtfully purchased subway cards for us, preloaded with enough credits to allow multiple subway rides. The expandable carrier he gave us is a major stress reducer for someone like me. Without it, I would have been frantically searching through purse and pockets every time I approached the turnstile.

Light show

Tokyo’s government building in Shinjuku is the largest projection mapping site in the world. It’s a free 10 minute show, playing every night between 7 and 9 PM.

Cruising the streets

Streets are clean and safe and the architecture is breathtakingly beautiful at night.

It might not be obvious from the photo below and the header on this post, but the video playing on the billboard is three dimensional. I was so mesmerized, it was time to cross the street before I thought “ Damn, I should video this for the folks back home”.

Remember the splurge meal I mentioned earlier in this post? What better way to end than with a photo of my dessert and Sally’s empty champagne glass? Maybe a photo of the 4 party girls taking mass transit home might be better, so I’ll throw them both in.

No only does Mori make sure we take the right train, he also is our photography pro.

Highlights: Tokyo by Day

Bonsai

I had always thought that all there was to creating bonsai was diligently clipping a young plant. As usual, I was oh, so very wrong.

You begin by carefully selecting a tree from the mountain area, because its growth has already been stunted by the poor, rocky soil. THEN you slowly start clipping away, attempting to form an asymmetrical triangle. You help it along by wiring branches into position and by grafting shoots where you need a little extra oomph (sorta like what humans do when they want a little more ‘junk in the trunk” , to quote my friend Kathleen).

But if you have more money than time and patience, you just drop a million dollars and the 600 year old black pine on the left will be all yours. I preferred the one on the right, which was equally old, but a few hundred thousand dollars less.

I continued to demonstrate my total lack of sophistication and fine taste by being more captivated by OTHER sights at the site, like this beautifully simple floral arrangement in an exquisite vase.

I won’t tell you how much time I spent at the koi pond. Let’s say my little friend in the blue jacket got bored before I did. I couldn’t help but notice the gold one with the big mouth and think about a human version who continues to make a splash.

The National Museum

One could easily spend a full day admiring the ceramics, samurai swords and scrolls in Tokyo’s National Museum. MY favorite objects were the Buddhas and clothing.

I absolutely LOVE his facial expression. Yes, that guy’s a Buddha. In case you don’t believe me, here’s proof.

Of course, there were more traditional Buddhas, like this one

One final Buddhism photo, before I move to the clothing displays.

Now, whenever you see an onion shaped object, you should make a wish. If it comes true, then you will know that you had encountered a “ wish granting jewel”.

KIMONO

Back in the day, they had to figure out a way to keep that intricately embroidered clothing clean. Voila! The drying rack! But this one has a twist. You see that little object under the rack? That’s for burning incense. I couldn’t help but wonder how many kimonos went up in flames.

Fortunately, THIS kimono survived.

But not all of the beautiful kimonos were in glass cases.

Later, while admiring the stunning architecture of this building,

we noticed a flurry of kimonos, so we dashed to where they were gathering for several photo ops.

Cherry Blossoms

Okay, it’s still early, but every time we’d see a tree in bloom, we got super excited. we didn’t care if it was in front of a fence!

Notice our attire. That was one VERY COLD and windy day.

See what I mean about packing for extremes in temperatures?

Famous “fish”market

I’ll be honest. This was my least favorite experience. The market extended over several streets and they were all pretty much like this.

The crowd gave me the perfect opportunity to practice my Zen breathing.

I was pleased to discover that the market offered a whole lot more than just seafood. I didn’t leave there empty-handed.

Today is the last day of our pretrip, so I’ll close with a photo of our fantastic group, taken by Mori in front of the national Museum.

Tonight, five more women will be joining us for the start of the main trip.

Tokyo FINALLY!

Okay, so we may have gotten off to a rough start, but man oh man, Tokyo is so WORTH the 14 hours of travel (even with a three hour flight delay).

Seven of us eager beavers arrived a day before the pre-trip started, so usually that would mean we’d be on our own for the arrival night and first day.

Did I mention that we hit the travel guide jack pot when we got Mori? We were delighted to see him waiting for us at the hotel, to take us to dinner. First, we helped shake off jet lag by walking to the Ginza area, ending up at the Ginza Six mall. And what a mall it was! Feast your eyes on some of the beautifully unique goods for sale here.

The mall had an abundance of restaurants featuring cuisine from all over the world.

My favorite mall feature, however, was the rooftop garden that offered a spectacular view of the street below.

Despite the abundance of options at the mall, we decided to go for an authentic Japanese dinner of ramen noodles, pot stickers and beer —for about $10—at a tiny restaurant on one of the side streets, where we all sat at the counter. If anyone has ever seen The Midnight Diner, you would understand why we felt like we had wandered onto its set.

By the time we returned to our hotel, we were all more than ready for bed.

When I awoke I thought I had vanquished jet lag. Then I looked at the clock. 11:30 PM. Damn. After trying mightily to fall back asleep, at 2:30 AM I admitted defeat and popped a sleeping pill, which powered me through Saturday’s morning events.

As Mori suggested, we headed out early for the local “fish” market near our hotel. Although they certainly had plenty of fish, I was pleased to see they had a whole lot more. The ceramics were gorgeous, the paper place mats were beautifully painted, kitchen equipment was plentiful AND you could even get dried grasshoppers, if that was your thing!

As it got later, the crowds at the market got bigger, so we decided it was time for the peace and serenity of the “nearby” Hama-Riku Garden. But of course, we took a couple of wrong turns and ended up discovering this gorgeous temple.

The cards give instructions on the correct way to offer incense.

The Tsukili Hongwanji’s main hall houses the Amida Buddha. Sorry, I didn’t want to be disrespectful so I contented myself with this one quick photo. Trust me when I tell you Amida Buddha is beautiful.

I remember as a child, growing up in a Catholic school environment, I was urged to give my money to “purchase” a pagan baby in Japan. It tickled me to see that the Buddhists have missionary activities in the USA. I wonder if Japanese kids are trying to save the “ heathen” Christian children in the USA?

After leaving the main hall, we purified ourselves before entering the more intimate, empty hall.

A lovely Japanese lady demonstrated the proper purification method which Janis and Ruth performed

Relaxed and refreshed ( and purified) after our unplanned detour, we were ready for the Gardens.

Upon arrival, we learned there was a tour in English starting shortly. How lucky were we to get this fantastic guide! She provided the history of the gardens from the Shogun era (the mid 1600’s), to the Meiji restoration, then up to post WWII , when the emperor’s property was given to the municipal government. (She used visual aids, and rewarded those who gave correct answers to her questions.)

We learned that the property was originally a fort, until the Shogun decided to build a hunting ground for his falcons.

Throughout the grounds, canals brought in salt water from the nearby bay, attracting wild duck for the falcons to catch.

The traveling buddies: me, Kris, Janis, Ruth and Patsy. I scrunched down so I wouldn’t look “freakishly tall” as my dear friend Elena described it.

There’s so much more to say about our second day, but we are getting ready to start day 3 in this glorious city…more to follow.

I feel SO very lucky to have the privilege to experience this vibrant city. And I’m SO glad I decided to arrive 4 days before the start of the main trip!

Tibet, Part Two

My last post about Tibet was a bit of a downer, wasn’t it? As my friend Sally reminded me, “not every place is lovable”, but as with all travel, there are always positive elements, whether it be a greater understanding of a particular culture or country, or an increase in self knowledge.

We not only saw the exterior of the iconic Potala Palace, we were also able to climb to the top and visit some of the interior on our way up. Built by the fifth Dalai Lama in the late 1600’s on the site of Songzen Gampo’s palace, it became the winter residence of successive Dalai Lamas. Photographs are not allowed of any of the interior rooms, but they were so dark, smoky and gloomy, it would have been difficult to get a good shot anyway.

The red sections were administrative; the white sections were religious — The red sections were for religious studies; the white sections were the living quarters of the Dalai Lamas

The palace, 13 stories high, offers a great view of the city of Lhasa.

Here’s a different view, showing the modern city the Chinese have built around the Potala.

It was so hard to imagine a small child being taken from his family and brought to live in this massive place, surrounded by monks who were charged with his instruction. The current Dalai Lama was two years old when he was identified. He spent two years in a monastery near his family’s home in Amdo, then moved to the Potala two years later.

The summer palace, the Norbulingkha (Treasure Park) has a very different feel to it. This was built in the mid 18th century by the 7th Dalai Lama. It is actually quite close to the winter palace. The largest horticultural park in Tibet, it includes a private zoo, which wasn’t open when I visited. At one time it housed an elephant that was a gift from the Maharaja of Nepal.

Heinrich Harrer conducted lessons with the 14th (current) Dalai Lama in the summer palace. It was from this site that the Dalai Lama departed in 1959 to escape from the Chinese. Another fun fact: According to Harrer in his book “Seven Years in Tibet”, women were not allowed in the Norbulingkha because it was believed that they would have defiled the gardens.

Two famous monasteries in Lhasa are located near the palaces. The Drepung monastery was being repaired, so we only visited the Sera Monastery. I was disappointed because I had learned in my pre trip reading that Tibet’s creation story was told in murals at the entrance of the Drepung Monastery, and I had hoped to see it.

What we DID see were the Sera monks interacting in an outdoor courtyard. That yellow hats on their shoulders? It made me smile–all I could think of was Woodstock, Snoopy’s little friend.

The detail on the exterior of the buildings was exquisite, however it was nothing compared to the tombs of the Dalai Lamas inside the Potala. Those looked like wedding cakes–5 to 7 tiers high, covered with carvings and encrusted with jewels and precious stones.

We arrived in Lhasa on 5/14, which was the start of a 15 day “festival” celebrating Buddha’s birthday. For Tibetans, a festival consisted of either walking around a sacred site, or prostrating themselves as they slowly made their way counterclockwise, praying as they went.

Leaving Lhasa, we traveled to Gyantse, where we visited the Palcho Monastery.

Here, you were allowed to take photos, as long as you paid a fee. In the distance, you can see the red fort that dominates the landscape.

P1150733 — Plastic bags filled with offerings are scattered throughout the monastery. Devotees leave food, money, grain, white scarves (called Kata), whatever they have.

This monastery was built in the 1400’s; its interior looks very much like the interiors of the other monasteries, small chapels, very dark and smoky. I used a flash and the highest ISO possible to get these photos.

P1150757 — The founder of the “red hats”. Red hat monks are allowed to marry. “Yellow hats” are not. The Dalai Lama is a “yellow hat”.

I asked why this statue's face was covered. Our guide said he can only be seen by those that complete a complex list of devotional activities. — I asked why this statue’s face was covered. Our guide explained only those that complete a complex list of devotional activities are allowed to view his face.

P1150727 — I have no idea which color hat these monks belong to–it looks like they hedged their bets with yellow, red *and* black. Plus, their hats come with bangs and braids.

The other special feature of the Palcho monastery is the Kumbum Podang. (Don’t you love the name?) A Kumbum is a stupa that is also a three-dimensional mandala. The first five floors of this structure are square and the remaining four are circular.

Unfortunately, this building was also being repaired so we were unable to go inside, but according to Wikipedia, it has 76 chapels and shrines and is also known as the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagodas. Why? Because it contains ten thousand images and murals of Buddhas.

Gyantse is also notable because in 1904, the town and monastery were attacked by the British, led by Francis Younghusband. The Tibetans were armed with outdated weapons, but they had been assured by their religious leaders that their victory was preordained. In addition to their weapons, they were protected by talismans that they thought would repel bullets. They were mowed down, and the buildings were shelled.

In 1959, the Chinese attacked the complex and it was also damaged during the cultural revolution.

After one night in Gyantse, we traveled to Shigatse, Tibet’s second largest city and the location of the Tashilhunpo Monastery. This monastery has been the home of the Pachen Lama, the great scholar, and is where most of the prior Pachen Lamas are entombed.

This photo was taken in Gyantse–no interior photos were allowed in Tashilhunpo. The top photo is of the 10th Pachen Lama and the bottom is of the current (11th) as a child.

The 10th Pachen Lama was taken to China as a child to be educated. Although he initially supported the Chinese incursion into Tibet, after returning home and seeing the impact on his country, he began to speak out. This resulted in his being tortured and imprisoned in China for 16 years. After his release, he married a Han woman, had a child and returned to Tibet. He died suddenly in 1989, at the age of 51 shortly after giving a speech critical of the Chinese government. His resting place is an amazingly beautiful tomb, with gold carvings and jewels, similar to that of Dalai Lamas in the Potala.

P1150836 — The entrance to the tomb of the 10th Pachen Lama

There was considerable controversy over the selection of the 11th Pachen Lama. The Dalai Lama’s choice disappeared after being named and the Pachen Lama chosen by the Chinese, now in his 20’s, is still being educated in China.

Inside the Monastery. No photography allowed inside the buildings

The Mandala surrounded by two deer is seen on most buildings

How can you tell which shoes belong to whom?

Apparently they are able to figure it out!

Because we were in Shigatse for two days, we were able to wander through the city on our own. Marilynn, my energetic buddy, and I climbed to the Shigatse fort that overlooked the city.

Shigatse Fort overlooks the city. As with many buildings in Tibet, it is being repaired, so no entry allowed.

From the fort, you can get a good view of the city. Not sure what that bike is doing on top of the building!

He was as interested in us as we were in him.

For some reason, the ride back seemed far more pleasant than the ride to the two cities. Perhaps it was because we traveled back along the river or maybe it was because we knew what to expect for toilet facilities?

P1150873 — Scenery along the way back to Lhasa

After Shigatse, it was back to Lhasa for our return to our gorgeous hotel in Nepal, the Gokarna Forest Resort. Great food, margaritas, beautiful surroundings, greeted by our wonderful Nepali guide Binoy– we were SO very glad to be back in Kathmandu!

Seven Days in Tibet

I’ve been home for a little more than a week. It took almost that long to get back to normal after seven days in Tibet.

I expected to love Tibet. I WANTED to love Tibet. Sadly, very sadly, I didn’t.

Have I turned into an “ugly American”, critical of a country when it isn’t like home? I certainly hope not.

It is entirely possible that I was spoiled by the fantastic guides and the wonderful experiences we had in Bhutan and Nepal, and expected more of the same. Or maybe it was because for the first three days in Lhasa, I was fighting a cold and the Tibetan’s version of Montezuma’s revenge, adjusting to the altitude and possibly reacting to the Diamox I’d taken for altitude sickness. Whatever it was, I was not feeling great. I missed two afternoons of sightseeing in Lhasa so I could sleep my way to feeling better.

Although I had read up on Tibet and had checked the Overseas Adventure Forum before booking the trip, there were still a few surprises. After much soul searching, I’ve uncovered what might have influenced my feelings about Tibet, AND am offering some tips so that future travelers might make their experience more enjoyable.

The China Factor
Knowing that China had taken over Tibet was not the same as experiencing the impact of that takeover. This is the closest I’ve ever come to being in a police state. Those two white objects on the dashboard are cameras–one pointed inward so the police could monitor what was going on in our van whenever they wanted.

And yes, that IS a military convoy, in front of us, hauling big guns. Although you can’t see it in the photo, in every truck, two soldiers were pointing their weapons out the back. I was very grateful the road wasn’t bumpy!

Although the hotel in Lhasa offered free wifi, we quickly discovered that google, yahoo, safari, the New York Times, and many email accounts were blocked by the Chinese government.

Being under constant surveillance has to have an impact on the psyche of the population, and I believe it did. Unlike Bhutan and Nepal, the people in Tibet didn’t seem as interested in interacting with tourists. Or maybe they were afraid.

Tip: If it is important to stay in contact with family back home, set up a hotmail account. For some reason, that email service wasn’t blocked. Also, texting works. My iPhone allowed me to send free “imessages”!

Altitude and Air
The air is very dry because of the altitude and very smoky from cigarettes and incense. Everyone smokes everywhere–in the hotels, restaurants, on the street. It was like being trapped in a Mad Men episode, but with different costumes. You can request a non-smoking hotel room, but there is no guarantee that you will get anything other than a smoking room sprayed with air freshener.
If the cigarette smoke doesn’t get you, then the incense and Yak butter candles in the temples will.

At times, inside the temples and monasteries, I found it challenging to breathe.

And if you think stepping outside to breathe in fresh air would help, think again. These little chimneys for burning incense are everywhere!

Tip: The 5th floor of the Xin Ding Hotel is the only nonsmoking floor. The other hotels don’t have that option, but 4 of the 7 nights are spent in the Xin Ding, so it is worth it to request a room on the 5th floor. If you’re lucky, you’ll get a wonderful view of the Potala from your room.

The hotel makes sure you can buy whatever you need without leaving the comfort of your room: toothpaste, manicure tools, condoms, mysterious things in plastic bags with Chinese writing on the front…

Long Drives in a Small Van over a Barren Landscape
Fortunately, no one in the group was very large. At 5’8″, I was the tallest. If my 6’3″ husband had been with us, the 8 hour drives from and to Lhasa would have been quite uncomfortable for him.

2 rows of three seats. Not a lot of leg room for tall people!

But the size of the van wasn’t the problem. No, the challenge was the lack of bathroom facilities along the way. Not only that, but we quickly discovered that squat toilets were the only option. The good news? You never had to ask for directions. All you had to do was follow your nose. Another plus? Many of them had no stalls or partitions, so you could make new friends while emptying your bladder. Let me tell you, it was much more pleasant to look at my neighbor’s backside than to look down at what had taken place before I arrived.

It didn’t take long for me to decide that a bush, a rock or a tree was far preferable to the few roadside bathroom facilities. Did I mention that I was drinking more water than usual because of my cold, the dry air and the altitude medication? Those were LOOONG drives!

Tip: Tiger Balm or Vicks applied under your nose blocks out all other smells. Unfortunately, I had neither with me. Women need to practice their squats before embarking on this trip!

The landscape on the drive to Gyantse was rather stark.

Yes, we did indeed drive on that winding mountain road.

Our guide had to stop at multiple police check points along the way to show our passports and to complete paperwork, and to have our speed monitored. I didn’t think that was a bad thing, given the narrow winding mountain roads, but Marilynn disagreed. When our driver and guide took a cigarette break, leaving the keys in the van, she offered to take over and get us to the hotel in record time!

Here are the notable sights during our 8 hour drive to Gyantse.

Prayer flags looked very different from the ones we saw in Bhutan.

Farmers, plowing with their yaks

Prayer flags looked very different from the ones we saw in Bhutan.

One of the two passes.

Tip: My iPod was my salvation; our guide and driver talked to each other in Tibetan for much of the way, so I was grateful I could plug in and listen to music instead.

Our Guide
Tibet has many wonderful myths and legends; I was looking forward to hearing our guide elaborate and offer the local version of the stories I’d read. Unfortunately, he either was not allowed to relate them to us, or perhaps during the 50+ years since China invaded, the legends stopped being passed along. He certainly couldn’t access Wikipedia to supplement his knowledge!

For example, our guide told us this unspectacular pile of rocks is Mt. Kalish. According to Google, Mt. Kalish is located in a very remote part of Tibet, and is visually spectacular. That “mountain” was neither. But Tibetans do circumambulate its perimeter, and it has been the locale for “sky burials”. (A few days after someone dies, the body is cut up, brought to the mountain top and left for the vultures to consume, thereby completing the circle of life.)

I had hoped to learn more about the Goddess that was transformed into Yamtrok Lake, but once again, our guide wasn’t able to elaborate, so here’s what I learned from my reading. After arguing with her husband, a goddess decided to leave him forever by turning herself into a lake. Boats are not allowed on Yamtrok because the vessel would slice her skin. I also learned that Tibetans believe if the Lake ever goes dry, all Tibetans will perish.

After returning home, I turned to Google, where I discovered that senior monks go to Yamtrok Lake after the Dalai Lama’s death. They throw sacred objects into the lake, then watch for a reflection that will tell them where to find the next (reincarnated) Dalai Lama.

Tip: Learn everything you can about the culture and myths before coming to Tibet. The information the guide imparts could be very limited.

Food
You don’t travel to Tibet for the food. There is a reason Tibetan restaurants aren’t popping up in major cities, still, we had hoped for great Chinese food. Two of our group were born in Hong Kong, spoke and read fluent Mandarin. They were not fans of the cuisine.

Be prepared for very basic meals, with no snacks in between. There isn’t much fruit, however I discovered that you CAN buy bananas.

Tip: I had brought granola bars, but shared them with the other travelers during our long rides in Bhutan and Nepal. By the time we reached Tibet, my stash was gone. Big mistake. It’s a good idea to bring packaged snacks.

The Locals
For me, interacting with the locals, especially children, is always a high point of my trips. Unlike in Bhutan and Nepal, opportunities to interact were limited.

While in Shigatse, I spent our two free afternoons wandering through the city. I was taking photos of the street when I was accosted by an old man with a walking stick in one hand and a prayer wheel in the other.

P1150782 — I was afraid that stick was going to be used as a weapon against me!

He was yelling at me, and for a moment I was afraid he was going to hit me. He apparently thought I had photographed him–although the truth was I didn’t even notice him. I was more interested in the goods on the sidewalk. End result? There are no photos of Tibetan people.

But I didn’t let that one unfortunate incident keep me from trying to interact with the locals.

Did you see him in the above photo? Neither did I!

I had learned to say “Tra-shi-de-lay”, which is close enough to the Tibetan greeting to occasionally get a smile.

During my second afternoon purchasing bananas, I noticed a Tibetan trying to take a picture of me with her cell phone, so I posed for her. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a young man attempting to get into the photo, so I turned, threw my arms around his neck and put my cheek next to him. And the crowd went wild! Not only that, but I got my bananas for half of what I had paid the day before. Sorry, no photos of that exchange because I had left MY camera back in the room. I didn’t want to take a chance of being smote with a stick!

Tip: Learn a couple of Tibetan words, smile and see if you can make a connection.

That’s all for today. Next post will be more upbeat, I promise. There will be photos of what made the trip special.

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