{"id":23,"date":"2007-03-04T13:34:33","date_gmt":"2007-03-04T12:34:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.morbidcornflakes.ch\/thduggies_blog\/?p=23"},"modified":"2007-03-04T13:34:33","modified_gmt":"2007-03-04T12:34:33","slug":"passage-to-narnia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thduggie.com\/thduggies_blog\/2007\/passage-to-narnia","title":{"rendered":"Passage to Narnia"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>February 28\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Nagao-san had found a train schedule for me on his cell phone, which I followed even though I&#8217;d arrive in Kyoto over half an hour before the time Naomi and I had agreed on.\u00c2\u00a0 I purchased another bottle of sparkling water and waited on the sunny platform for the train out of Gifu.\u00c2\u00a0 It would have been faster to take a less direct route,\u00c2\u00a0using the Shinkansen bullet train, but Nagao-san&#8217;s route was cheaper, and I quite like the slow, methodical plod of the regular trains.\u00c2\u00a0 They look just like the train at the end of &#8220;Spirited Away.&#8221;\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I got off at Kyoto after exactly two hours and walked toward the wicket gate, already thinking about where to go to the bathroom and where to find a coin locker in that huge train station, when one of the people rushing past me whirled around and shouted &#8220;Stephan!&#8221;\u00c2\u00a0 If my heart hadn&#8217;t stopped, I would have dropped my bags.\u00c2\u00a0 It was Naomi, who had been on the same train, it turned out, and had thought we&#8217;d agreed to meet an hour earlier than I had remembered.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>A toilet and a coin locker later we were on a bus for the <a title=\"Ginkakuji\" href=\"http:\/\/www.shokoku-ji.or.jp\/ginkakuji\/index.html\">Ginkakuji<\/a>, a UNESCO World Heritage site.\u00c2\u00a0 It had started to drizzle and the drizzle intensified once we arrived.\u00c2\u00a0 Ginkakuji means silver-plated temple, but it isn&#8217;t silver-plated.\u00c2\u00a0 It&#8217;s the thought that counts, apparently.\u00c2\u00a0 The most striking aspect of the temple site, aside from the Ginkakuji building, is the double sand sculpture consisting of a large truncated cone with a dimple in the top and an expansive free-form with diagonal stripes reminiscent of a soccer jersey.\u00c2\u00a0 The free-form stood about a foot above the ground, the outer walls rising at the same steep angle as the cone.\u00c2\u00a0 I can&#8217;t begin to imagine how long it must have taken to make this sculpture, nor how much continual upkeep it requires.\u00c2\u00a0 Desite this admiration, I preferred the garden and its luscious green to the temple buildings, especially in the rainy weather with occasional slants of sun.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As we left, the rain stopped.\u00c2\u00a0 We had lunch in the Cafe Bear; I had an omchiizukaree, a thin omelet wrapped around a lot of rice and a bit of cheese, with Japanese curry on the side.\u00c2\u00a0 In the corner stood a darts machine with a video playing J-pop; the machine would make a robotic coughing sound at random intervals.\u00c2\u00a0 We both had matcha ice cream for dessert &#8211; I ordered it without asking Naomi after she&#8217;d admitted to not having tried any yet.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>From there, we headed to the Ginkakuji&#8217;s cousin, the <a title=\"Kinkakuji webcam\" href=\"http:\/\/www.shokoku-ji.or.jp\/english\/e_kinkakuji\/webcamera\/index.html\">Kinkakuji<\/a>.\u00c2\u00a0 As if on cue, the sun shone for that visit and reflected off the gold plating and the water, giving at times the impression that the temple floated in mid-air.\u00c2\u00a0 The visitors there differed from those at the Ginkakuji as well: instead of couples and groups of three we had a large Chinese tour group, more Westerners, and an odd couple of a Western blonde not my age and a Japanese guy with stringy hair dressed in black and leather.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I enjoyed discussing aspects of living in Japan with Naomi, herself a dual citizen of Japan and Switzerland.\u00c2\u00a0 We know each other from Basel, so even though we&#8217;d often spoken, we&#8217;d never touched on Japan in the way we did now.\u00c2\u00a0 We shared our stories of &#8220;How do you like the Japanese men\/women?&#8221; and how we felt ambivalent about living in Japan, we shared coping strategies and funny moments.\u00c2\u00a0 Naomi said when describing her experience of Japan and Switzerland that she felt as though there were two parallel worlds that she switched between, like our world and Narnia, both real, but with few if any intersections between the two, which makes it so hard to describe Japan to someone who hasn&#8217;t been there.\u00c2\u00a0 And seeing me in the &#8220;wrong&#8221; world felt weird to her &#8211; and vice versa &#8211; but we both enjoyed a good Swiss German afternoon.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Around six I headed out to Yagi to meet Jo\u00c3\u00abl Kuster, my &#8220;kohai,&#8221; who had just visited the nano tech the last week, but this time we chatted away the evening in French (instead of Japanese with Japanese friends) at a Tofu restaurant.\u00c2\u00a0 I had <a title=\"Diamond Guarana\" href=\"http:\/\/www.asahi-net.or.jp\/~WF5T-HRD\/pj\/hitorigoto\/guarana\/diamond.htm\">Diamond Guarana<\/a>, a non-alcoholic guarana champagne with what looked like a home-made label, in a glass that said &#8220;5 Jahre St. Nikolaus Weinclub.&#8221;\u00c2\u00a0 The waiter didn&#8217;t know where the glass came from, and the drink still tasted like fizzy dissolved gummy bears.\u00c2\u00a0 We shocked the waiter again when I just gave Jo\u00c3\u00abl my unfinished rice bowl when he asked for more.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>On the way to Jo\u00c3\u00abl&#8217;s we passed a house where the owner appeared not to have checked the dimensions of his car before buying it.\u00c2\u00a0 The carport gate, instead of closing parallel to the road, folded out like an accordeon, and instead of being locked it was tied shut with metal wire.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>February 28\u00c2\u00a0 Nagao-san had found a train schedule for me on his cell phone, which I followed even though I&#8217;d arrive in Kyoto over half an hour before the time Naomi and I had agreed on.\u00c2\u00a0 I purchased another bottle of sparkling water and waited on the sunny platform for the train out of Gifu.\u00c2\u00a0 It would have been faster to take a less direct route,\u00c2\u00a0using the Shinkansen bullet train, but Nagao-san&#8217;s route was cheaper, and I quite like the slow, methodical plod of the regular trains.\u00c2\u00a0 They look just like the train at the end of &#8220;Spirited Away.&#8221;\u00c2\u00a0 I got off at Kyoto after exactly two hours and walked [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,3,8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thduggie.com\/thduggies_blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thduggie.com\/thduggies_blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thduggie.com\/thduggies_blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thduggie.com\/thduggies_blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thduggie.com\/thduggies_blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.thduggie.com\/thduggies_blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thduggie.com\/thduggies_blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thduggie.com\/thduggies_blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thduggie.com\/thduggies_blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}