Thursday, March 13, 2025

Japan 2025 - Day 2: Kyoto/Arashiyama, Temples, Bamboo, Ryokan

Our internal clocks were all screwed up still, so we were all up early; we donned our one-size-fits-all slippers and headed down to breakfast around 7 AM.


We wanted to get to the train station to begin our journey to Kyoto today, but didn't want to go so early that we had to fight through rush-hour crowds with luggage. The weather had improved dramatically; it was a mostly-clear sky with ample sun, as we left Tokyo (for now).



It was just after 9 AM by the time we finished getting tickets, and the commuter foot traffic was thinning.


We upgraded to business class on the 9:21 Shinkansen, which left us plenty of time to find the correct platform and browse the snack offerings before boarding.



Sabrina thoroughly enjoyed the extra leg room and the footrest.


It's almost 300 miles from Tokyo Station to Kyoto Station; to drive it would take almost 6 hours, but it's just over 2 hours by train. By my math, that's an average speed of somewhere between 130 and 140 mph. We topped out at 176 while I was watching. It's a real shame we can't have this service in the US.


As we headed south, it got cooler and cloudier. There were plenty of pleasant views out the window, but they fly by so quickly that it's difficult to get a photo of anything specific.



At some point, we passed by Mount Fuji, but were unable to see it through the clouds. Instead, we got a lovely view of the snow-capped (what I think is) Mount Ibuki.




We arrived at Kyoto Station some time around 11:40 AM, and then spent some time wandering around the maze of a station in search of a way up to the 10th floor of the connected shopping center.

Most of that floor was occupied by a sort of mostly-ramen food market, which included 10 different establishments.


We spent some time browsing menus, with photographic and Google-translate assistance, before deciding on a place.


For the bargain price of about $38 US total, we all stuffed ourselves; this photo was taken before the gyoza and white/fried rices showed up.


After lunch, we strolled across the Skyway, admiring the views.



On the other side, we had to take a series of 5 or 6 multi-story escalators to get back down to ground level.




Outside the station, we found a taxi stand and piled into a Foreign Friendly Taxi, who took us on a (at times) harrowing ride through the city and out to the western distric of Arashiyama to find our accommodation for tonight: Ranzan.


It was before 1:30 PM when we arrived, and checkin wasn't until 3 PM, so we dumped our bags and set out on foot to explore the area.





Our first major destination was Tenryu-ji temple.



We'd learned/heard/read at some point that most (all?) of the temples and shrines were cash only, and had intended to get some yen before leaving Kyoto Station, but had not actually followed through on that idea.


Instead, we walked back the way we had come, down to the bustling main street and up a few blocks, to find the nearest ATM at the Arashiyama station. Apparently 7 Eleven has a banking arm.


Armed with a fistful of strange-to-us bills, we hoofed it back to the temple.


Having opted for the combo deal, we first entered the connected set of buildings, stopping to de-shoe at the door and leave our footwear on the shelves.


If you've ever wondered how public bathrooms work inside buildings that are shoe-free, let me satisfy that curiosity for you: communal sandals, at every toilet.


We strolled around the temple buildings, admiring the gardens from inside.



Many areas were closed to entry, but this one was open as long as you were standing or sitting.




I had no desire to touch this bell, until a sign told me not to. (I did not.)


Having completed the (admittedly somewhat unnecesary) inside exploration, we reclaimed our shoes and wandered around the gardens for a while.



Exiting through the northern gate led us to our next point of interest: the Bamboo Forest/Grove/Walk.


This was a rather popular/crowded stroll, but we had a few moments of solitudinous reflection here and there.






After exiting the Bamboo Walk, we made a few stops for coffee (not at this place—yikes) and ice cream.




As we continued our exploratory walk, there were several more temples along the route. We'd had Jojakkoji Temple on the list, but were dissuaded by the view of endless stairs in the distance, visible through the main gate. This turned out to be a wise decision, I think. (I have no idea if this is correct.)


There were several other temples on the route, all vying for the attention of the limited population of tourists willing to walk this far from the Bamboo Grove.



The penultimate temple we stopped at today was the small, tranquil Gioji Temple.



We kept seeing collections of statues in small shrines, dressed in some sort of coats or aprons. I tried to find out what this was about, later, without much success.



As we continued north, we hiked up the Saga-Toriimoto Preserved Street.




Our final destination was just past the top of the historic area: Otagi Nenbutsu-ji Temple.

We barely made it in before closing time at 4:15 PM, but we had just enough time to explore the acres of stone statues.





Michael was happy to have completed the climb.






Eventually, they came through and ushered everyone out; we walked back down into town, taking a circuitous route back to the hotel.




Apropos of nothing, the men (and women!) who pull these rickshaws around are absolutely ripped.


White Day (tomorrow) is an interesting rabbit hole to explore, if you're curious. It does explain the many chocolate-related popup stores we've been seeing in the train stations, for example. Eva and Mike clued us in to that explanation.


We meandered back to the river, then followed it west, back to where we'd started.



Along the way, we kept an eye out for any viable dinner options, but it seemed like most places closed early. It turns out that they roll up the sidewalks early, here, as my father would quip.


It was around 5:30 by the time we returned to Ranzan. They had delivered our stored luggage to our room, which was ready. Ranzan is a ryokan, and we had a traditional Japanese-style room for the night.


While we rested our weary legs and debated what to do for dinner, we enjoyed some tea while sitting on the floor. Some of us enjoyed it more than others.


Sarah was determined not to let the lack of a handle and the too-hot-to-pick-up temperature stop her from enjoying her tea.


A solid hour passed before we were ready to go out again; by then, most of the food options along the tourist strip were closed. (There was an in-house dinner option, but it was a prix fixe menu and also problematic for allergy reasons, so we'd opted out of it.)


Google Maps had turned up a few promising suggestions, so we marched across town to investiage. Along the way, we walked through the impressively-lit train station.




Striking out at the only option that appealed to everyone (noodles, I think), we opted to split up for dinner. Michael and I indulged in some serious burgers, while Sarah and Sabrina went in search of fast-food sushi. In the end, I think everyone was satisfied.


While we were out, the staff had converted our room into night mode, mostly by pushing the tea table out of the way and deploying the sleeping arrangements.


Before we turned in for the night, we gathered some towels, slippers, and yukatas and then found the onsen (sort of a sauna/hot-spring situation) on the lower level; after a shower and a hot soak, we turned in for the evening.

Tomorrow, we're relocating to downtown Kyoto and exploring points of interest to the east.


Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Japan 2025 - Day 0/1: Arrival, Tokyo In The Rain

This year's big trip is a 2-week visit to Japan, with our friends Sarah and Michael. Long-time readers might recognize them from the Scandinavia 2019 trip.

Sabrina and I left the house at 5 AM, getting a ride to ABE airport for our 6 AM "flight" (that is a bus) to Newark. Our friends were meeting us in Newark, and we all took the same direct flight from there to Tokyo.


The 14-hour flight is long enough to merit two meals and a "midflight snack", plus the usual pretzel-type things.


The direct flight goes directly north from Newark, up through Canada, over Alaska, skirts the edge of Kamchatka, arriving at Haneda airport around 1:30 PM local time (13 hours ahead of EDT).




The airport was somewhat hectic, with staff holding colorful signs in multiple languages, trying to direct confused-and-tired tourists to the appropriate lines/locations.

We eventually made it through, and then met up with Eva, a friend of ours (and former coworker of Sabrina's) who is living here temporarily.


She joined us as we took the train downtown, found our hotel, and dropped off our luggage.


Wanting to stay awake and on our feet, we immediately ventured out to walk around in the light rain. We passed through Tokyo Station on our way to walk around the outside of the Imperial Palace.



Eva's husband, Mike, joined us as we left the station. The weather was overcast and drizzly, but it wasn't a problematic amount of rain. Yet.



It was about three miles around the outside loop. It's too early for the cherry blossoms, but there were some plum blossoms already blooming along the walkway.



Just about at the halfway point, the rain started getting heavier.



As the sun set, we got caught in an absolute downpour.


Drenched, we completed the loop back toward the train station. Michael and Sarah peeled off, heading back to the hotel to find some dry clothes and dinner. Sabrina and I accompanied Eva and Mike back to their apartment for dinner, where we were able to put some clothes in their dryer.

After a lovely dinner, we took the train back to Tokyo Station and returned to the hotel.



The hotel free-snack area was open until 10 PM, so we headed down to the second floor for some local delicacies and a complimentary sake tasting.

Exhausted from being up for almost 30 hours with just a few mediocre hours of plane-sleep, we turned in early.

Tomorrow morning, we're heading to Kyoto by train.

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Antigua Christmas 2024 - Day 6: Hanging at the villa, returning home, closing thoughts

Our flight wasn't until 3:05 PM and checkout wasn't until 12, so we had a relaxing morning at the villa, interspersed with some packing and organizing.

This is the first thing I saw out the window, after exiting the bedroom this morning: Steve helping Jeanne get some clothes off the line, because it was seven feet above the ground for some reason.

I had some breakfast and retreated to one of the porches to read a book. An hour or so later, I found everyone lounging around the pool, variously enjoying the sun or a slice of shade.

It was a beautiful 80F with a strong breeze and scattered, thin clouds; we were all ready to stay another day, but it was time to load up the van one last time and head back to the aiport.


Just before 12 noon, our host arrived to say goodbye, collect the keys, and chat about our visit. He was not surprised to hear about the tarantula, answering "Oh yes, we have them in the garden. They come out when it rains, because their burrows fill up with water."

We thanked him again for their patience with our delayed arrival, for leaving water, beer, wine, and fresh fruit for us, and for their wonderful hospitality.

It was only about a 15-minute drive to the rental car return area, straight up and over the hill between the house and there. The bottom of the rear bumper cover scraped on the way out of the steep driveway one last time (for probably the ninth or tenth time in 6 days); we hoped they wouldn't notice (or care about) the slight sag, when we returned it.


As with everything else on the island, returning the rental car took 15 minutes longer than it should have (#islandtime).

The airport was somehow quite confusing, considering that it's not very large. (I think there were maybe ten gates?) The rental car area is past the arrivals area (maybe for obvious reasons) so we had to walk the entire length of the atrium/lobby.

The signs pointed us up an escalator for "check-in", but that was where the emigration checkpoint and security screening areas were; to check in, we had to go back down (stairs), down to the far end of the lobby, around the corner to the United counters.

I'd hoped we could just have two people bring six passports, since we'd already checked in online, but they insisted on seeing everyone in person. After dragging all our bags down there and persuading their security personnel that we had our passports, we were able to get boarding passes and then go back upstairs to wait in several lines.

Despite passport control and security also being on island time, we made it through with time for a quick look around the small airport before boarding. There wasn't really time to eat anything, especially given the lengthy line at the only real food venue, so we went right to the gate. I'm not really sure what everyone else was doing, as I got selected for additional security screening and paged to the counter; it was rather casual, as far as these things go (not my first SSSS designation).

At 2:40 PM, we emerged into the savage sun one last time to hoof it out the to plane. At least boarding goes faster when using both front and rear doors.


The flight was unremarkable, and even felt quick compared to our southbound debacle. Most of us enjoyed some quality time with our books, and it was all over before we knew it.


We hustled off the aircraft ASAP, and marched (what felt like half a mile) straight to immigration where we found literally no line whatsoever, for once. From there, it was a short walk to a cramped Uber XL back to Lauren's building, where we had a late dinner before carpooling everyone home.

Overall, it was a rather frictionless, uneventful travel day, which is all we can ask for.


Antigua had a similar feel as the USVI, or a little bit like St. Lucia (although that's hard to judge, as we were there during COVID restrictions) but with less dramatic/mountainous terrain. The shape of the island made it easier to explore than Tortola, where we were last year.

It rained a little bit almost every evening or morning, but it didn't affect us at all. I definitely wouldn't want to be there during a serious storm or hurricane, as the flooding must be severe.

The food, people, and culture were all wonderful, and I like that there's some history to experience beyond the beaches (there are more than 100 sugar mill towers around the island, for example). It's certainly not an easy place to explore, and has little-to-no public transit whatsoever (we saw a few buses, but they didn't seem to have extensive coverage).

Other than Sandals, we didn't see any large resort brands that I recognized; they seemed to be mostly independent/boutique (or maybe just British/European?). There were no huge resort/casino complexes on the beach, as in some other places we've been.

In no particular order, here are some things that I'd want to know if I were to go back to Antigua:

  • Driving
    • Google Maps cannot be fully trusted; several times, it tried to send us down unimproved/dirt/gravel roads that we weren't even sure were roads, or hallucinated roads that were not there at all.
    • The roads are generally terrible, just like everywhere else in the Caribbean we've been, although the road along the southwestern coast wasn't awful.
    • I've driven many rental cars, but this is the first time an employee has ever specifically shown me the location of the jack and tools for changing a tire, the implications of which were slightly troubling. (We did see only one tourist with a flat tire, though.)
    • There are many, many speedbumps, usually in pairs, sometimes with warning signs but usually not.
    • There's a temporary driving permit that costs $20 US (cash only) at the rental counter.
  • Airport
    • When departing, don't go upstairs without a boarding pass.
    • For departure, 2 hours early was enough time, but 2.5 would've been better during busy Christmas travel.
    • The rental car companies literally share one giant counter in the same building; they are functionally equivalent, and all offer slow/mediocre service (sample size of one, around Christmas).
    • There was no wifi available in the airport, and the cell signal was so weak my Solis hotspot didn't work.
    • I find the $55 VIP service to be offensive, but I would've gladly paid it had I known how unprepared they'd be for holiday travel volume at immigration. It appears to require advanced planning.
  • Money
    • The internet suggests the official abbreviation for the Eastern Caribbean Dollar is XCD, but they use ECD everywhere I saw in Antigua (and St. Lucia).
    • The fancier restaurants insist on charging your card in USD, despite listing all prices in ECD; they will not give you the true exchange rate (2.7:1), instead using 2.6 (or 2.65), which seems shady and lets them pocket the difference (theoretically, the bank/card-issuer gives a better rate). This seems trivial but can add up to actual money on a large restaurant bill.
    • Similarly, prices at beach bars or restaurants will be a better deal in ECD but not significant enough to merit carrying ECD (e.g. a beer might be $12 EC / $5 US).
    • We didn't need or use any ECD cash, but US cash is accepted everywhere, and seemed expected for chair/umbrella/whatever rental.
    • Every restaurant included a 10% service charge (one was 12.5%) automatically, but an extra 5% or so in US cash for great service seemed to be the norm at the higher-end restaurants.
    • We had a waitress refuse a $20 because it had a tiny tear in it, stating that the bank wouldn't accept it (we supplied a pristine $20 instead).
  • Sights/Activities
    • There are beaches everywhere, but the east coast is probably not great for swimming.
    • There always seemed to be some public access/parking, at least at the five or six beaches we visited. If not, there are plenty of other options.
    • Downtown St. John's is not a great place to visit, mostly because the roads are narrow and disjointed, but also because there isn't much reason to go there.
    • The tea house is worth the drive.
    • Stop at a roadside fruit vendor.
    • Consider Stingray City ðŸ˜‰
    • Consider CocoVibes for charter boat, for not much more money than a large group tour.
    • There's apparently a huge party at Shirley Heights on Sunday evenings.
    • Cruise ship schedules need to be taken into consideration.
    • Boxing Day is a real holiday, and things are closed.
    • I feel it was worth the $20 EC to get into Nelson's Dockyard (I see people on forums saying they paid much more, but that it also included admission to two or three other historic attractions).
  • Misc
    • There were US outlets/plugs, at least where we stayed. They might've been 120V or 240V, unclear.
    • We saw several RO plants along the coast, and it looks like there's municipal water available many places, but restaurants all served bottled water.
    • The villa's tap water was perfectly fine, seemed to be rain-capture/cistern and filtered on-site.
    • The Epicurian grocery store was wonderful; First Choice was good but less fancy.
    • We saw maybe two or three people riding bicycles on insane roads (aside from a few at one beach area)... I would never consider doing that, there.