Sorry for the lack, here on Ruben in Japanland. As a wise man once said; writing about things leaves less time to do things. Meaning that I have been very busy. Of course, many people are lazy and don't write at all, and others are too lazy to do things in the first place. Actually, that wasn't a wise man who said that. It was just me. I say many things,but I prefer to write about them. So, after a really busy last month, I have a few New Years Anecdotes to share. Hopefully you can learn from them.
Bad Luck With Travelling Continues.
It was the first day of the winter holidays, and I was catching a ride with 2 friends to Nagoya. Nagoya is unforgotten metropolis in Japan. Everyone knows Tokyo, Osaka and Kyoto, but Nagoya is easily Japan's third larest urban sprall. It's just forgotten about. It's the proverbial 4th Beatle.
I was in the co-driver seat, a job I take very seriously every since I once fell asleep at the wheel. I'm probably more alert than the actual driver. I was also the DJ with my friend's new ipod shuffle. As soon as we hit the toll highways, I felt it. The car was swaying gently from side to side. Long, sweeping, theraputic curves. It was terrifying. Speed limits in Japan are never more than 50 kmph, so it is usually nice to get onto the toll-highways. Not today. My friend assured me it wasn't his un-coordination causing the swaying. That did not make me feel any safer. We took it more slowly than usual, although even going just 75, I was permanently on the imaginary brake-pedal. We had a theory it was the cheaper snow tyres that my friend put on a few weeks earlier.
The highway leaving Toyama is, like most things, incomplete. High in the mountains, it ends, and we took the mountainous roads, covered in snow. It was intense. We got back on the highways. I'm such a good actor, the image of calm. Then suddenly the car made an awful noise. I've had it happen before, and knew exactly what it was: a flat tyre. I never said it, but I was so glad to stop. Sure, it would have been nice to stop where there was a shoulder. I jumped out, and we all came together in true Japanese-style co-operation (too many hands, not enough chores), to move the car to the shoulder a few hundred metres up the road and change to the space saver. Trucks barrelled past us; some helpfully honked their horns in an effort to remind us we were on the side of the highway.
With that all done, and feeling proud about our effort, we got back in the car. I went to put on the music, and notices that the ipod wasn't quite the same. Ipods never are after being slammed in a door. This was turning into a very expensive trip for me already. So we had to get off the road to get new tyres. Apparently the other rear tyre was equally bad. We were running so late, but I was so happy, you know, to not be dead. The rest of the trip was really quite comfortable. I mean, as comfortable as driving into the city centre of one of the world's largest metropolis's can be.
Snowboarding.
I got a season rental snowboard this year, so I can be happy when it is miserable and cold for 3 months of the year. I guess I am a bit of a natural at sports, and snowboarding goes straight to my strength, which is falling over. I am good at falling over. Sometimes during the course of a basketball game, I have more time spent on the ground than on my two feet. I even wear knee-support sleeves simply because it would be so gay to wear volleyball-style kneepads. I consider it a "strength" because I never get hurt, and I get up as fast as I fall over. One play last year, I was defending a bigger player. He swung an elbow that floored me, and he went for an easy lay-up. Within that time, I got back up, and made a brilliant block. My point is, this is exactly how I snowboard. I'm fearless of falling because I always get up. I quickly regained my form from the few times I went snowboarding last year.
My Japanese sister and her friends came up for a weekend to go snowboarding in Toyama. One of them had never been before, so we were all taking it easy. At one point, I was
going very slowly, and looked backwards to check how she was doing. Suddenly I heard a bunch of screams, as I felt myself falling backwards. Something had hit the back of my legs, and I was toppling like the Goliath I am. Beneath me, I saw a tacky plastic sled, and nestled within was a bundled-up child, no more than 18 months old. I managed to fall just perfectly, leaving a space under my bent knees to give a safe pocket of air. The mother came running over, apologising on rapid fire.
Soon after, I was kneeling on the slope, just waiting for our learner friend to catch up. I was talking to another friend, watching her expression turn to fear. Before I knew it, I had a 40-50 year old man ontop of me, crashing into me with the nose of his snowboard into my thigh. He began apologising so much that it is impossible to get angry. It is the Japanese way, rather than giving a sincere apology, they will embarrass you instead. I was so glad when he rolled further down the mountain.
But really, what kind of self-respecting 50 year old takes up snowboarding? That's just an embarrassment. But, I'm very proud of this bruise. Everyone likes a good bruise. I hope to get a few more before the snow finishes.
Snow.
Bad Luck With Travelling Continues.
It was the first day of the winter holidays, and I was catching a ride with 2 friends to Nagoya. Nagoya is unforgotten metropolis in Japan. Everyone knows Tokyo, Osaka and Kyoto, but Nagoya is easily Japan's third larest urban sprall. It's just forgotten about. It's the proverbial 4th Beatle.
I was in the co-driver seat, a job I take very seriously every since I once fell asleep at the wheel. I'm probably more alert than the actual driver. I was also the DJ with my friend's new ipod shuffle. As soon as we hit the toll highways, I felt it. The car was swaying gently from side to side. Long, sweeping, theraputic curves. It was terrifying. Speed limits in Japan are never more than 50 kmph, so it is usually nice to get onto the toll-highways. Not today. My friend assured me it wasn't his un-coordination causing the swaying. That did not make me feel any safer. We took it more slowly than usual, although even going just 75, I was permanently on the imaginary brake-pedal. We had a theory it was the cheaper snow tyres that my friend put on a few weeks earlier.
The highway leaving Toyama is, like most things, incomplete. High in the mountains, it ends, and we took the mountainous roads, covered in snow. It was intense. We got back on the highways. I'm such a good actor, the image of calm. Then suddenly the car made an awful noise. I've had it happen before, and knew exactly what it was: a flat tyre. I never said it, but I was so glad to stop. Sure, it would have been nice to stop where there was a shoulder. I jumped out, and we all came together in true Japanese-style co-operation (too many hands, not enough chores), to move the car to the shoulder a few hundred metres up the road and change to the space saver. Trucks barrelled past us; some helpfully honked their horns in an effort to remind us we were on the side of the highway.
With that all done, and feeling proud about our effort, we got back in the car. I went to put on the music, and notices that the ipod wasn't quite the same. Ipods never are after being slammed in a door. This was turning into a very expensive trip for me already. So we had to get off the road to get new tyres. Apparently the other rear tyre was equally bad. We were running so late, but I was so happy, you know, to not be dead. The rest of the trip was really quite comfortable. I mean, as comfortable as driving into the city centre of one of the world's largest metropolis's can be.
Snowboarding.
I got a season rental snowboard this year, so I can be happy when it is miserable and cold for 3 months of the year. I guess I am a bit of a natural at sports, and snowboarding goes straight to my strength, which is falling over. I am good at falling over. Sometimes during the course of a basketball game, I have more time spent on the ground than on my two feet. I even wear knee-support sleeves simply because it would be so gay to wear volleyball-style kneepads. I consider it a "strength" because I never get hurt, and I get up as fast as I fall over. One play last year, I was defending a bigger player. He swung an elbow that floored me, and he went for an easy lay-up. Within that time, I got back up, and made a brilliant block. My point is, this is exactly how I snowboard. I'm fearless of falling because I always get up. I quickly regained my form from the few times I went snowboarding last year.
My Japanese sister and her friends came up for a weekend to go snowboarding in Toyama. One of them had never been before, so we were all taking it easy. At one point, I was
going very slowly, and looked backwards to check how she was doing. Suddenly I heard a bunch of screams, as I felt myself falling backwards. Something had hit the back of my legs, and I was toppling like the Goliath I am. Beneath me, I saw a tacky plastic sled, and nestled within was a bundled-up child, no more than 18 months old. I managed to fall just perfectly, leaving a space under my bent knees to give a safe pocket of air. The mother came running over, apologising on rapid fire.
Soon after, I was kneeling on the slope, just waiting for our learner friend to catch up. I was talking to another friend, watching her expression turn to fear. Before I knew it, I had a 40-50 year old man ontop of me, crashing into me with the nose of his snowboard into my thigh. He began apologising so much that it is impossible to get angry. It is the Japanese way, rather than giving a sincere apology, they will embarrass you instead. I was so glad when he rolled further down the mountain.
But really, what kind of self-respecting 50 year old takes up snowboarding? That's just an embarrassment. But, I'm very proud of this bruise. Everyone likes a good bruise. I hope to get a few more before the snow finishes.
Snow.
My school. Everything is upside down in Toyama.
The West coast of Japan has some of the highest snowfalls in the world. I went to a restaurant for three hours during the snowfall, and this was what my car looked like when I came back. I took the photo after clearing the windshield.
I love snow. Sure, it is the novelty, from growing up where snow is something that happens only on the tops of the mountains on the horizon. I just love the simplicity. It is the only natural phenomenom that changes the entire landscape. It hides everything, but highlights so many other things. I walk outside and see the details and find myself saying things like: "look, the snow even fell here!". I like being naiive sometimes. But snow actually makes Toyama look beautiful. There is something magical about it. It can't be a coincidence that Jesus chose to be born in winter.
This was my window view a few days after the snow stopped.
Germany.
Japanese like other countries. Only, they don't like to leave thier own country (Japan). The solution is to build villages of a certain country. On the 2nd day of the new year, my Japanese mother took me for a drive to a scenic mountain a few hours north of Tokyo. On this mountain, there happens to be a "doitsu mura", a German Village. I couldn't see any possible connection as to why there might be a german village built up here in the mountains. I'm sure there is a very vague reason- Japan is good at them. I have actually been to a different German village, but that was more a museum that was made out of the old P.O.W. camp for Germans on Shikoku. (They are the ones that taught the Japanese to make beer. If it weren't for them, the Japanese would have learnt brewing from America... that's a scary thought.)
Anyway, I went to this German Village with much scepticism. I walked into the square and was shocked. I've been to parts of Germany, and this was eerily close. From the cobbled circular pavement, to the statue in the centre, and the shop fronts. (it is a pity that many of the shops didn't have backs...). I was actually disappointed that it actually looked like Germany. "This can't be!", I thought. "Japan is supposed to wreck other cultures for their own use."
We went into the beer hall to have lunch. It was all stuff with wieners and stuff. Not bad. Then, the music began.
There was a slightly overweight Japanese woman with an accordion, and a young guy playing a trumpet. Both were wearing ridiculously German Alps-style clothes. The woman in something that can only be descibed as a "frock", and the guy in an Oompa-lumpa suit with leiderhosen. Their first song was an annoying tune, backed up by a loud tape playing the double-bass. I was glad once the song finished, and really glad when she traded in her accordion for a tambourine. I mean, the accordion is probably the most annoying instument ever invented. This is proved by the eternal comic image of Disney and Warner Brother characters with accordions smached over their heads. Classic. However much I was pleased with her changing weapons, this all went to hell when she started yodelling. Yes, yodelling. From a Japanese woman. I didn't even know that was possible. Japanese people have problem hearing the difference between "rice" and "lice". And yet, this woman was yodelling. She must have been an incredible student. She has a talent, and she has used for pure evil. Yodelling is officially the most annoying noise ever invented. There is a reason it comes from the alps: NO-ONE LIVES THERE!!!
It was not over yet. She went and sat behind a keyboard, and the guy produced a giant longhorn. It is one of those horns they use to communicate across the alps. It still doesn't make much sense, because it is difficult to make a proper sentence using only the letters A-G, and I can't imagine it would be much easier in German language. So he put the end of the horn on a table and played a verse. He went from table to table playing a verse each. I was thinking: "Do you mind, I'm trying to eat my wiener!". When guy put extra cutlery on everybody's table and the woman started teaching everyone how to play the spoons, mom and I knew it was time to leave.
Conclusion: Please Japan, leave other cultures in their own countries and let them die in peace.
Happy 2008 Everyone! May it bring many more stories to tell.
