WET DAY IN TAKAYAMA

Between the last post and this, many days have passed, as Google, which owns and mishandles Blogger, is no longer playing nice with my blog composing program, Open Live Writer.  The internet is rife with complaints about the problem, so it isn't just me.  Something similar happened a couple years ago, and it took an angel at Google to freestyle a fix.  Hopefully, that will happen again, but can't count on it.  So, I'm reduced to using the vastly inferior Blogger engine to compose the blog.  This means no more easy positioning of photos.  They'll all be left justified.  No more wrap-around text for the photos.  No more lots of stuff.  So, if things look a little different, they are.

Shot from our hotel window. We both slept very well last night. Must be the total blackout shades in the hotel, the Takayama Green Hotel. Breakfast buffet at the Green Door restaurant was more eclectic. Many dim sum choices, German potato salad (?), and the usual rolls and eggs. We boarded the bus in a light rain for a short drive to the center of town where they have artisans’ shops and a farmer’s market. The fine woods used on the houses and shops was disfavored by the shogun at the time, so they were painted black to mimic cheaper wood more suitable for the merchant class. This was the old Japan that Loni was hoping to see.

 

At the farmer’s market, I tried a deep fried marshmallow square. Don’t ask me why. It tasted just like it sounds. I should have tried instead the octopus croquettes that the gal below was making. The Yen at this time was roughly 100 or so to the dollar, so these were three for about $2.

After wandering about the shops, we went off to visit one of the oldest administrative buildings in Japan, the Jinya government building. Another shoes off affair; I really should have brought along a pair of those complimentary slippers they hand out in the hotels. The rooms are all laid with tatami mats, the borders of which represent the class level of the occupants or allowed visitors. Everything was quite hierarchical in the 17th century, with separate entrances for the different classes, men and women, and rooms each was restricted to. Samurai from Edo, the capital, got a better entranceway than did the local warriors. Rank was also designated by how many tatami mats long and wide your space was. Note the blue borders on the mats below. Those were for higher ranks than mere black borders. The fish-on-a-stick was a method of adjusting the height of the kettle over the fire. The officials lived in this structure as well as administered from it.

 

The peasant-supplicants who had to deal with the bureaucracy had to stay down on the unpaved floor, while the officials sat up above on the mats. The roofs were a marvel of shingle layering. Count the number of layers on this eave. Stacks of shingles await repair work that was underway.

 

After finishing the tour, we had the afternoon free. Yoshiko gave us a few suggestions, one of which was to visit the museum for the town’s festival floats, the Takayama Matsuri Yatai Kaikan (whew!), a UNESCO site. That sounded pretty good to us, but only one other couple decided to go that way, so we set off with Bob and Noreen with Yoshiko leading us part of the way.

The Takayama Festival, held in spring (April 14 and 15) and autumn (October 9 and 10), is ranked as one of Japan's three most beautiful festivals (the other two are Kyoto's Gion Matsuri and the Chichibu Matsuri).

Four of the autumn festival's eleven floats (yatai) are exhibited at the museum, a hall next to Sakurayama Hachiman Shrine. The elaborately decorated floats are several hundred years old. We certainly were wowed. One of them had no wheels, weighed 2.5 tons, and would be carted around by 80 men under two long poles. It no longer appears in the parade, as they can’t find 80 suitable volunteers of equal height.

 

In an adjacent building was the Nikkokan, a display of 1/10 scale models of the different parts of Toshogu Shrine in Nikko, one of the most ornate and celebrated shrines in the country. As a former model train enthusiast, these creations were mind blowing. This is the Yomei-mon Gate, also called the Twilight Gate to imply that one could enjoy looking at its architecture all day until sunset.

 

This structure is the Honchido, where the Yakushi Buddha is stored:

 

A procession carrying one of the festival floats, and other views.

 

We really enjoyed this stuff and, along with Bob & Noreen, had the place to ourselves. I think the rest of the group really missed out on something special but, who knows what they found. After this, we were hungry, but we stepped outside to an absolute deluge. We tried to wait it out, but it didn’t seem like it was going to let up, so we sloshed off in search of a local place to eat, something authentic. We sure found it. B&N were at first reluctant, especially Bob: “Are you desperate or just really hungry?,” but we convinced them to take a chance. Turned out to be a one-woman operation, and she spoke absolutely no English. Ordering was comical and uncertain. We had no idea what would actually appear. The whole place consisted of two tables and three stools, and once the lone guy at the bar left, we were it. The back wall beyond Loni is only 18 inches away, altho it looks farther. The food came one dish at a time as she had to cook everything individually. As usual, I, as the slowest eater, was served last. It turned out to be a bunch of stuff on top of fried udon noodles which then was placed atop fried eggs. Looks dubious, but to these wet travelers it was manna from heaven. It was quite good. It cost 650 Yen, so just under $6. This really was a place that catered to locals, not tourists, so we were happy. And yes, so was Bob! He even had to get the owner to pose for a picture.

 

After this we split up as I wanted to find a 7-11 to use the ATM for some more yen. The rain had eased, so we could walk leisurely back to the hotel where we met a bunch of others from the group who all wanted to don kimonos for a group picture. I generally loath these things, but Loni really wanted to join the fun. We went upstairs and unwrapped our supplied kimonos and, feeling thoroughly embarrassed, trekked downstairs. Much confusion and order-giving, but we finally managed to get the shots taken. Some Japanese hotel patron wandered by as we were shooting away and asked if he could join in. Why not? He’s the ringer front center in the gals’ photo below.

 

The guy in the dark flowered kimono in the first row seated was our oldster whom we helped around once in a while. He was a funny guy, traveling solo, named Gwendell Hohensee. What a monicker! I give him full props for getting out there and doing it. We ate a later dinner in the hotel, fully expecting to get ripped off. What a surprise. Excellent food, very reasonably priced, in a nice dining room. Nice going Takayama Green Hotel!