So – the beginning of a series of photo-based posts about my recent trip to Japan (although this first post only has two pictures). It’s mainly for me, creating a record of the trip while it’s still fresh in my mind. A few select photos, words taken direct from the diary I kept, perhaps a few words in-between.
I’m usually very good at writing plenty and taking lots of photos when I’m away, and these then sit in drawers and on hard-drives and in the back of my memory for years and years, along with everything else I’m saving for a rainy day.
Let’s see how we go this time.
Thursday 10 July 2014
“Descending through the clouds. About to see Tokyo from the air. NOW I’m excited about this little trip.”
“The clouds are beautiful. They stretch away across the Pacific, that massive expanse. We’re flying over the major fault line that causes so much trouble.” You can tell because of the change in the colour of the water, one side light the other dark, stretching north towards mainland Japan.
“There are low layers of cloud like cotton wool, hanging over everything.”
- July 10-13: Tokyo
- July 14: Nagoya
- July 15-16: Koyasan
- July 17: Hiroshima
- July 18: Miyajima
- July 19: Teshima
- July 20: Naoshima
- July 21: Return to Tokyo
- July 22: Home
From the airport I catch the train to meet my sister in central Tokyo after she finishes work.
One of the things I love about travelling is immersing myself in where I am and trying to tap into the people and culture around me. It’s what I use my diary for, largely, rather than the mechanics of what I’m doing moment by moment.
“There’s a scintillating diversity amongst the Japanese – I recognise the ‘types’ from Miyazaki films, or from students I’ve had. I stand out – the only only person not of Asian (I assume Japanese) descent, since I left the airport.”
“There’s a dude in a suit watching a play-through of a video game on his phone, guns blazing”
I’ll listen to a few different types of music over the course of the trip, but the main artist is Danish singer/songwriter Agnes Obel. It casts a particularly reflective glow over everything.
My sister meets me at the Himeji exit of Yurakucho station and we head towards an Izakaya – the Japanese version of a small bar, with food. This place’s speciality is seafood, the most amazingly huge and delicious lobster I’ve ever had.
Don’t complain too much about only getting two photos – tomorrow’s the day I break out the DSLR.