There's a whirlpool somewhere out here...I just know it!

Naruto is home to one of the three national headquarters for Otsuka Pharmaceutical, the makers of Pocari Sweat. I wasn't able to snap a picture of the factory in time as we passed by on the bus, so you'll have to settle for this tricked out bench instead.

Tokushima City (徳島市)

Hi all,

I just returned from a short three-day weekend vacation in Tokushima Prefecture (known as Awa during ancient times). Tokushima takes up the southeastern chunk of the island of Shikoku, and is about 2.5 hours away from Matsuyama by highway bus.

Below are pictures from the city itself. Future blog posts will feature pictures and stories from my various day trips outside the city. Downtown Tokushima is actually quite small and can be easily traversed on foot.

The city's main tourist spot is the 280 meter Mount Bizan, whose summit offers an impressive panoramic view of the surrounding city. Another popular stop is the Awa Odori Hall, which educates visitors about the city's famous summertime dance festival.

In general, travelers may initially feel a bit underwhelmed by Tokushima's city center and its relative lack of exciting things to do. Luckily, the prefecture boasts some great day trips and has an abundance of natural scenery to experience as well.

Enjoy the pictures below!

B.E.W

Sudachi-kun welcomes you to Tokushima City, the capital of Tokushima Prefecture!

A local specialty of this area, the "sudachi" is a small green lime-like citrus fruit similar in size and taste to yuzu.

Clever building decoration at a drugstore in downtown Tokushima.

I thought junkie usually leaves unwanted baby in dumpster.

Sure, you may have seen a swan swimming in the castle moat before...but have you seen the swan's penthouse? I wonder if the other bird is brown?

As seems to be the case everywhere in Japan, Tokushima City is famous for its regional ramen variety. Tokushima Ramen is characterized by a dark brown soy sauce / pork bone base and incredibly thin noodles. Traditional toppings include ribbons of seasoned pork and a raw egg. This particular ramen shop was absolutely delicious.

Tokushima's crown jewel is its annual Awa Odori (literally Awa Dance) Festival held every August. The festival attracts some 1.3 million tourists from around Japan and abroad. The centrally located Awa Odori Hall offers visitors the chance to watch a short dance performance anytime throughout the year.

Awa Odori has a history dating back over 400 years. This picture shows the three main "generations" of dance. The middle pair is the ancient style. The right hand pair is semi-modern. The left hand pair (with the vertical hats) are the modern dancers. While the choreography has stayed largely the same with each passing generation, the overall speed and intensity of the dance has increased tenfold.

A shot of the dancers in action. Awa Odori's rhythm is a simple duple meter (2/2). Dancers alternate right foot - left foot - right foot - left foot. With each step, they flutter the corresponding hand in the air.

"We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance."

Mount Bizan (280 m) is a small mountain located in the middle of the city. A rope way car whisks tourists up to the peak in about five minutes. Bizan's claim to fame is its impressive panoramic view of the city.

Pictured here is Tokushima City during the day...

...and at sunset...

...and at night.

Since the rope way stopped running at 5:30 PM, I had to take the 30 minute hike down to the base of Bizan. Hiking down the side of a mountain in the near dark, with only the light of your cellphone to illuminate the path, is not something I would recommend.

The peak is adorned with several tourist facilities. Pictured here is the Burmese pagoda. This structure is dedicated to those who died in Burma during WWII.

There was a shrine atop Mt. Bizan as well. This mountain is home to some 1500 cherry blossom trees and is a popular site for flower viewing. Unfortunately, the flowers were not in full bloom during my visit.

This pagoda was a gift from the city of Saginaw, Michigan, Tokushima's sister city in the United States.

I also found this statue of Sean Connery with his trusty dog Tsuyu.

And finally, a shot of the setting sun over Tokushima City.

COMING SOON...桜

...Cherry Blossoms!

Just to whet your sakura loving appetite.

Stupid Stories of a Short Nature (バカ話)

#1) I went to McDonald's the other day and ordered some French fries. Per usual, I asked for two little ketchup packets, because in Japan they won't give you any ketchup unless you specifically as for it. I was seated at the table and the lady brought them to me with the fries.

About six minutes later she came back to me and said, "It's actually our policy to only give customers one ketchup packet. Don't worry, I'm not going to take the other one away from you. But, I'm going to have to ask you to keep this a secret. Just between us!"

I told her the secret was safe with me.

#2) I (and the many other passengers in my train car) may have witnessed a strange old Japanese man masturbating while en route to Matsuyama City. To be fair, it wasn't clear exactly what he was doing, as his hands were crammed in the pockets of his big overcoat.

Needless to say, our mostly quiet and serene train car atmosphere was suddenly punctuated by his crescendoing pleasure cries. Most of the people seated around me immediately burst out laughing. This scene happened not once, but TWICE before he got off the train. Got to hand it to the old guy.

While I'm all for jerking off on public transportation, I have to draw the line at one ejaculation.

#3) I was walking past a Shinto shrine in Matsuyama this afternoon when I witnessed the following. A middle-aged Japanese woman abruptly stopped her car in the middle of a busy intersection, thus hindering the flow of traffic.

Once her vehicle was satisfactorily lined up with the shrine's torii gate, she clasped her hands together, bowed her head towards the steering wheel, and began to pray. She was stopped just long enough for the irritated motorists behind her to begin honking.

Watching her, I thought of the most brilliant idea...A DRIVE-THRU SHRINE!!! Motorists deposit their money at the first window and then pull up to the second window to pray!

B.E.W.

Flower Power (生花)

Ikebana is a window to the soul.

If these words printed on the cover of the English pamphlet are to be believed, then my soul is overcrowded and hastily thrown together. A soul desperately longing to be complexly pondered, but secretly knowing that it lacks the form and composition necessary to be regarded as anything other than a child's "art project."

The phrase "space alien like" was used by one of the elderly female spectators to describe my masterwork. Perhaps my soul most closely resembles that of a space alien.

Ikebana is the disciplined traditional Japanese art of flower arrangement. Moreover simply throwing flowers in a vase, ikebana is the precise and deliberate placement of branches, flowers, leaves, and blooms to create symbolism and evoke an emotional response from the viewer. Arrangements are exercises in minimalist composition, with particular attention being paid to shape, line, and form.

At least this was true of all the master works on display in the 7th floor exhibition hall at Takashimaya Department Store. The same cannot be said for my foray into the flower arranging world.

My friend Cara and I sat down at the hands-on table, clearly intended for children half our age. After what seemed like an hour of assorted shuffling and nervous glances from the man and woman running the craft area, I verbally reassured them that we could speak Japanese.

With both of the volunteers releasing a huge sigh of relief, the floodgates were now open, and various sprigs, twigs, leaves, and flowers instantly appeared by my side. I hadn't intended for the afternoon's friendly flower activity to suddenly become Iron Chef: Battle Flora, but, in retrospect, I suppose it was inevitable.

Team "MAN" was comprised of myself and the stoic male craft volunteer, who spoke his suggestions which such passivity that I could only assume he had long since achieved personal enlightenment through ikebana. Staring at my recently moistened dark green frog with no clue where to begin, I stuck a single yellow daisy in the center, and, happy with my minimalism, turned to the volunteer and proclaimed with a huge smile, "I've done it!"

His hand began nudging the damp mass of twigs and leaves closer to me. I guess I wasn't done quite yet. As if bound by some cosmic law of art non-intervention, my sensei would select each piece of material for me, for instance a whimsical fern frond or stately carnation, but provide absolutely no guidance as to what to do with it.

Twisting the foliage around with all the precision of a child playing with his first Spirograph, I did my best to shoot the appropriate pathetic puppy dog eyes to my master. Each time I was greeted with a cool and calm,

"Yes...that is one possible option."

Meanwhile, team "WOMAN" had long since inserted several flowers into their frog, and seemed to be feeding off of each other's creative ideas and enthusiasm. Something about Cara's placement of a particularly tall daisy, with two branches to the side resembling arms, seemed to represent, "the essence of konnichiwa." At least this was the consensus from the elderly women running the play-by-play commentary behind us.

Indeed, taking a moment to look up from my flowers, it became clear that everyone in the entire exhibition hall, staff and visitor alike, had gathered around the small craft table to watch us. Something about the sight of two foreigners trying their hand at ikebana proved more captivating than the works of the grand masters on display. Heck, I think we even gave Disney's Main Street Electrical Parade a run for its money.

It wasn't long before the cameras came out. Flashes began erupting around me from all directions and I was temporarily blinded. I can't help but feel that the active expression of my soul through flowers was somehow damaged in the process.

I brought my creation to a close soon after the photo shoot, having more than adequately suffocated my original daisy with so many contrasting plant elements. Team "WOMAN" was the clear winner of Battle Flora. Their arrangement actually resembled something that could be considered ikebana. I can't say that I received many compliments while proudly displaying my Franken-flowers.

At this very moment, somewhere in Ehime Prefecture a group of art lovers and well-to-dos are planning next year's ikebana exhibition. I would not be the slightest bit surprised if photos of Cara and I serve as a central element in their advertising campaign.

I'm envisioning a two-page spread in the local paper with the headline, "Flowers promote cross-cultural understanding."

B.E.W.

Another shot of my flower arrangement. This picture was inspired by the movie Pleasantville.

My special can of Ultraman cider (Dragon Ball figure sold separately).  The can design is based on Ultraman's original costume from 1966.  After I drank the soda I grew to gigantic proportions and began shooting specium rays from my arms.    

Sea of Japan (日本海)

Below are pictures from my winter vacation trip along the Sea of Japan (Nihon Kai) with my friend and fellow English lecturer Cara. We began in northern Kyoto Prefecture and traveled southward through Tottori and Izumo, before ending up at our final destination of Hagi.

The weather was bitterly cold and snowy throughout most of the trip, but it was still an incredibly fun and memorable journey. Of particular note is the local train route which, while slow, runs along the coast and offers some breathtaking views.

Enjoy!

B.E.W

This giant Tengu is found at Mount Kurama in northwestern Kyoto. Mt. Kurama was the first stop on my travels along the Sea of Japan.

Pinocchio is jealous.

The Nio-mon Gate marks the entrance to Kurama Temple.

Japanese nature shot.

One of the many smaller temples located along Mt. Kurama's winding mountain roads.

This is the "Kinone Michi" or tree root road.

Before leaving Kyoto Prefecture, we visited Amanohashidate in the north. "Ama" is one of Japan's three famous scenic views, along with Miyajima Island off Hiroshima, and Matsushima Bay in Miyagi Prefecture. This rotating bridge serves as the only through point for small boats.

The rotating bridge in action!

Walking across "Ama" and admiring all the pine trees.

Amanohashidate (lit. Bridge to Heaven) is a 3.3 km long sand bar that connects the two opposite sides of Miyazu Bay. This thin strip of land is covered with over 7000 pine trees.

There is a very specific way one must view Amanohashidate:
Step 1) Stand on the specially designated viewing platform
Step 2) Bend over
Step 3) Stick head between legs just below buttocks
Step 4) Appreciate the view in all its floaty majesty
Step 5) Endure wisecracks from your friend about how goofy you look

Closeup of butt viewing pose.

Floating...as if in heaven!

Our next stop was Izumo City in Shimane Prefecture. Here is the torii and sign welcoming you to Izumo Taisha (Izumo Grand Shrine). It was snowing all throughout our stay in Izumo. I happen to like this picture quite a bit.

Walking through the cold and snowy grounds towards the shrine.

Izumo Taisha is Japan's oldest Shinto Shrine. It is the annual gathering place for Shinto's eight million gods. The shrine is considered to be the second most important in Japan. The most important shrine in all of Japan is Ise Jingu (Mie Prefecture), which is dedicated to the sun goddess Amaterasu.

Another shot of Izumo Taisha, this time with Cara for scale. While certainly impressive at its current height of 24 meters, the Izumo Taisha of old is reported to have been much larger.

A simple yet very iconic shot from Izumo Taisha; the enormous shimenawa.

As you can see, people will often stick coins into the shimenawa as offerings.

This gate separates the outer shrine from the inner sanctuary. The inner sanctuary buildings where the various Shinto Gods reside is not open to the public.

The buildings of the inner sanctuary are just barley visible.

After viewing the shrine a heavy snowstorm erupted!

Our final destination was the small coastal city of Hagi (Yamaguchi Prefecture), located around three hours from Hiroshima. What you see here is actually the incredibly dinky volcanic crater (30 M deep) of Mt. Kasa.

The ruins of Hagi Castle. There are many staircases that allow one to climb up and walk around on top of the steep stone walls.

We hiked up the tiny Shizuki Mountain that is pictured here.

A view of Hagi City from the top of the mountain. The black specks you see in the picture are actually crows flying around.

And to close, a simple shot of the Sea of Japan.