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Life Style With Dog

When a foreigner first visits Japan they will undoubtedly be surprised by the differences. Some of these anomalies may even seem more than a bit wacky. After a while the wackiness becomes commonplace and the shock factor wears off. Soon it would seem strange for things not to be so consistenantly out of the ordinary.

With that intro, I’ll present to you one of the countless crazy shops we have encountered. This one, called “Howl’s Cafe & Shop: Life Style with Dog,” is a mere stone’s throw from our apartment in Nishi-Waseda (which is in Shinjuku-Ku which is in Tokyo). These kinds of places (and associated Engrish) will be passé for those living in Japan but still may be of interest to those abroad.

howl's cafe & shop life style with dog

As we were heading home the other night this Japanese girl and her dog were enjoying their ice coffee in this doggie cafe. She jumped at the chance of a photo op and beckoned my children to join her, passing her dog off to my son. Her dog immediately started to lick my son’s face (I have a picture of that too that I may post someday).

It is good to be considered a cute dog in this land of cuteness.

明治神宮 (Meiji Jingu) – Part 1

明治神宮 meiji jingu shrine torii tokyo japan

This was my first time back to 明治神宮 since New Year’s Day of 1989. It was much warmer and much less crowded on this day. One of these days I’ll head down there early in the morning when there are few people around to really enjoy the atmosphere.

Lest the above photo doesn’t impress (since you can’t tell how large this torii and these trees are without some sort of frame of reference) I’ll also present another angle, taken from six feet off of the ground looking upwards.

meiji jingu torii looking skyward blue skies clouds tokyo japan

The sky was a photographer’s dream on this day. So far the sky in Japan this time of year has been mostly white. Completely blue can get a bit boring too. But this contrast of white and blue with the green of the trees and brown of the structures was heaven sent.

meiji jingu shrine inner gate tokyo japan 明治神宮 写真

The photo above is of the gate to the inner sanctuary where the Meiji Emperor is enshrined. The picture below is of the inner sanctuary (内拝殿) itself. I didn’t see the sign saying you can’t take pictures of the inner sanctuary until after I snapped this one. Oops. If you look closely (perhaps after clicking on the image to make it larger) you can see the Shinto priest in white.

明治神宮 内拝殿 meiji shrine inner sanctuary shinto priest tokyo japan

築地 – Tsukiji – Part 1

I’m writing this at 4 in the morning on our 5th day in Japan. When will I be able to sleep like a normal human being again? I don’t know. Hopefully soon. What are the causes you ask? It’s a combination of factors I suppose. Jet lag is probably the biggest one. My excitement over each day is another. A pillow I have yet to become fond of is also a possible contributor. Finally, I get too hot without the AC on, yet I can’t sleep with any sort of fan blowing on me either. Am I tired? You betcha. Can I sleep? Not to save my life. Oh well, this will pass at some point.

Yesterday morning I was also up by 4. My daughter has usually been up by 4 as well. Since there is nothing else to do at 4 in the morning, my daughter and I decided to go to the world’s largest fish market. We went to Tsukiji once before, two years ago, but I felt rather unfulfilled since we never found the tuna auction on that morning, my SD card of pictures from the day (including the Tokyo International Anime Fair) went bad and I lost all the photos in the process, and we didn’t sample the sushi. This time we succeeded on all three accounts that we failed before.

takadanobaba metro station first train tokyo japan

The first train doesn’t run until 5 in the morning. We were on that first metro, leaving Takadanobaba at 5:06. I’m not sure why they don’t begin earlier as many people need to get to Tsukiji before 5:30. The first train was packed by the time we got there, standing room only, and Tsukiji workers were literally running to their jobs at 5:30 a.m. It was quite a sight considering the early hour. Surprisingly, thousands of people were already at Tsukiji. I wondered how they all got there without the trains yet running. I suppose some live in the area, but then I spied one of the large, motorbike/motorcycle parking lots.

motorcycles at tsukiji tokyo japan

The seemingly endless rows of fresh seafood and the variety are staggering. I’ll share a few of the 100+ pictures I took in this Tsukiji series.

octopus tako tsukiji market tokyo japan

The characters for Tsukiji (築地) mean “build earth.” That is because this neck of the Tokyo woods (and indeed many coastal areas in Japan) is artificial land or land reclamation. I read a book on Tsukiji before visiting last time, and that helps to make Tsukiji more meaningful to me than it may be to some.

tuna auction tsukiji tokyo japan maguro

The tuna auction was the highlight of our trip this time. I’ll show you a video of it in a future post in this series.

Bon Odori – Day 2

bon odori written in kanji and hiragana japanese

First a little Japanese lesson for you. Bon Odori can be written in three ways in Japanese–ぼんおどり (all hiragana), 盆おどり (kanji and hiragana like the lanterns on my street pictured above), or 盆踊り (mostly kanji).

Bon (or o-bon) means the annual summer festival which celebrates or brings to mind the deceased. O-bon happens in both July and August, usually around the 15th of each month. In some parts of Japan it is only celebrated once, rather than in both months.

Odori simply means “dance.” Odoru is a verb meaning “to dance.” Put Bon and Odori together to get something that loosely means “dance of the dead.” Viewing a Bon Odori doesn’t conjure up visions of a dance of the dead however.

bon odori tokyo japan august 2009

After the magic that was the first night’s dance I made sure my family came with on the second night, even though my daughter had already fallen asleep again. I brought her in a nearly comatose state so perhaps it was a dance of the dead after all. 😉

I think they really enjoyed it too, especially watching the little girls, all dressed up, trying to learn the dances from their mothers and grandmothers. The taiko drumming that accompanies the dance is fun to experience as well.

black and white bon odori picture japanese lanterns

After each song an announcer thanks everyone for their participation and then introduces the following number. They probably did a dozen different songs, or more, each night. Each song has a different dance with which it is associated. Some of the participants were amazing in their ability to remember the steps and movements in each of the folk dances. I don’t think they ever do the bon dances outside of the night or two each year.

shinjuku-ku nishi-waseda jinja bon festival matsuri

My wife and daughter were invited to join the dance, but they politely declined.

The songs remained in my dreams both nights, going through my head over and over again. Maybe we’ll still be around next year (in July anyway) to catch another Bon Odori or two.

盆踊り Bon Odori – Day of the Dead Dance – 1st Night

It has been 21 years since I saw my last Bon Odori. The dancers came right down the street I was living on at the time in Kofu, Yamanashi Ken. Fast forward to the present and the morning after we arrived in Japan. I saw an announcement that the local shrine in Nishi-Waseda was having a Bon Odori on that very night and the following evening as well. I was so excited!

bon odori torii

My family didn’t have the energy to attend, and my daughter feel asleep before the dance began, so I headed to the shrine on my own. It is only a two minute walk. The music began just as I arrived. There were only a dozen or so dancers. The dancers’ husbands were all sitting together, in matching yukata, fanning themselves.

bon odori dancer husbands

As the music reached the ears of our neighbors, they all seemed to creep out of their homes and make it to the shrine. By the time I left, an hour later, over a hundred people were in attendance, and the number of dancers had increased by several fold.

bon dance nishiwaseda tokyo japan august 15 2009

I was, of course, the only non-Japanese person there. The whole evening was enchanting. I felt as though I had traveled through time and space. The tall, modern, Tokyo buildings couldn’t be seen in the darkness. The light from the paper lanterns was dim, and the shrine in the background provided the perfect setting. My lack of a yukata and foreign looks seemed to ruin the authenticity so I stayed back in the shadows.

dance of the dead folk japan bon obon odori taiko drumming

時差惚け (じさぼけ = jisaboke = Jet Lag)

I’ve been in Japan for almost three days now, and my jet lag doesn’t appear to be going away anytime soon. As I type this it is 4:30 a.m., and I have been up for more than an hour. Oh well, it can’t last forever, right? The night before I slept a Benadryl-assisted 7 or 8 hours, but I woke up feeling like crap so I skipped the drugs last night. We’ll see if that was a good decision later today.

Backing up to the day of our arrival, our flight into Tokyo was painless enough despite the lack of leg room and our being stuck in the middle of the center row of coach seats on the plane. There was an announcement while in flight asking if there were any お医者様 (doctors) or 看護婦様 (nurses) on the plane. It turns out there were no doctors, but there were two nurses–my wife (pediatrics) and an anesthesiologist nurse. That’s probably not what they were hoping for, but what can you do at 39,000 feet? It turns out the co-pilot was knocked out of commission. I’m not at liberty to give more details than that. But we made it, safe and sound, into Tokyo.

The trip to our apartment was pretty hellish. It’s not a good idea to try to haul more than a single piece of luggage per person to your destination from the airport. The price to have it shipped from the airport to places in downtown Tokyo (over $150) seemed ridiculous so we moved our luggage via train ourselves. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad had we not just been sitting on planes and in airports for almost 16 consecutive hours. Or maybe it would have been better if it had not been extremely hot and humid on arrival. In any event, we made it through some taxing situations to finally stumble into our Court Nishi Waseda (コート西早稲田) apartment.

court nishi waseda sign at night

Our luggage literally filled the place. We couldn’t get the AC to work. Sweat was pouring down my face, and my body felt like it had just been dipped in syrup. I felt a mutiny from my family was about to take place, and to be perfectly honest, at that moment I could have joined them.

The next day things quickly looked shockingly brighter however. It’s amazing what a little sleep (only about 5 hours worth), an unpacking of the eight suitcases, and a stowing of them out of the way can do for one’s outlook. The apartment seemed to grow by about four or five fold, and it became apparent that we could do this after all.

Also, I had forgotten about the 蝉 (cicadas) in Japan. Hearing them gave me hope and brought a smile to my face. That first morning I also learned how to open our mailbox, use our AC, heat our shower and お風呂 (Japanese bathtub), I found the local market, and was greeted with a hearty おはようございます (good morning) by several of my new neighbors. Things were looking up. In fact, I couldn’t have been much happier, which couldn’t have been much more opposite from the way I felt the night before when I was at the lowest of the low.

I’ll leave you for now with this picture of the entrance to our apartment, コート西早稲田. Several friends and family members have asked for pictures of our apartment so I’ll get some interior shots up soon. First I have to take them though. 😉

コート西早稲田 court nishi waseda apartment tokyo shinjuku-ku