Snippets 3 Val.
There are few things that i wish I had not seen, and the most distressing was the dolphin "farm" . On a hot day dolphins were dutifully leaping, and folk on floating gangways were watching. The pens were pitifully small. Does any one gain from seeing this.
I also wish I had not seen people feeding feral cats, on the edge of a national park. We saw few birds.
I have read of an island reserved for foxes, one for rabbits, (but you are not allowed to leave any there, and one for cats, (who bring good luck to fishermen. ) What happens when there are simply too many, ... And what do they all eat.
There are huge shops called drug stores. They sell every thing from pet food, to noodles to every sort of beauty aid, and lots of products to lighten skin colour. The staff, often young men, wear side buttoned white jackets, doctir style, and are on hand to give advice. They were quick to recognise my mime for cramp, and therefore understand our need for magnesium.,(it does work) .More difficult was my terribly itchy head, not nits as it turns out. The viciously expensive shampoo seems to help
We have only bought one bottle of Japanese wine..... Say no more.
Out new friend, Kyoko, took us to meet her brother and his wife. We all were having good fun over tea and biscuits. Then we were invited to have dinner. My immediate response is to say no...we have nothing to offer, how can we recompense (my dear english mum whispering in my ear ) Kyoko says, they offer, you accept.....We did and it was lovely. Japan has taught me to realise there is a much pleasure in giving as receiving.
We met Naomi at the concert. She and her husband showed us round town in their car and we visited a famous Onsen building.
Here is a quote from her e mail to us.
"My husband and I thank you because you give us courage , through your life style and joyfulness. After that we often think and talk let's make our own life more meaningful and healthy..."
We often talk of the four, or five, o'clock blues. It is time to look for a place to sleep. It can get stressful, but if fact in all out travels we always have found a good, or at least acceptable spot. The great thing about this trip is that it has been so very easy... Until the night in Koji. As we got to town the rain started, so we asked round for a local style inn and visited three, who all said no room. Were we bring refused cos we looked quite scruffy and very wet? So we went to a park and started to set up. Then appeared a lady, arms crossed in front, a gesture saying a serious NO. She spent a lot of time saying this, but also seeming to want to help. She detained us, bring very welcome coffee. And then two police men arrived. They also seemed unsure what to do with us, asked how old we were and coppied or names down from our passports. After a really long time they suggested a legal parking area and of we went. There was one minute patch of grass on a huge tarmac car park and up went the tent, a strange spot in the middle of a busy town. Heigh ho....then two motor bike riders, seeming very concerned and mentioning the word typhoon, indicated we join them under an awning between two buildings. With out energy draining we picked up everything and camped on a concrete floor between a number of humming drink machines and two mighty Harley Davidson bikes. The typhoon fizzled out and went elsewhere, and we cycled off on the morning leaving the bikes, yet again, polishing their machines.
There are few things that i wish I had not seen, and the most distressing was the dolphin "farm" . On a hot day dolphins were dutifully leaping, and folk on floating gangways were watching. The pens were pitifully small. Does any one gain from seeing this.
I also wish I had not seen people feeding feral cats, on the edge of a national park. We saw few birds.
I have read of an island reserved for foxes, one for rabbits, (but you are not allowed to leave any there, and one for cats, (who bring good luck to fishermen. ) What happens when there are simply too many, ... And what do they all eat.
There are huge shops called drug stores. They sell every thing from pet food, to noodles to every sort of beauty aid, and lots of products to lighten skin colour. The staff, often young men, wear side buttoned white jackets, doctir style, and are on hand to give advice. They were quick to recognise my mime for cramp, and therefore understand our need for magnesium.,(it does work) .More difficult was my terribly itchy head, not nits as it turns out. The viciously expensive shampoo seems to help
We have only bought one bottle of Japanese wine..... Say no more.
Out new friend, Kyoko, took us to meet her brother and his wife. We all were having good fun over tea and biscuits. Then we were invited to have dinner. My immediate response is to say no...we have nothing to offer, how can we recompense (my dear english mum whispering in my ear ) Kyoko says, they offer, you accept.....We did and it was lovely. Japan has taught me to realise there is a much pleasure in giving as receiving.
We met Naomi at the concert. She and her husband showed us round town in their car and we visited a famous Onsen building.
Here is a quote from her e mail to us.
"My husband and I thank you because you give us courage , through your life style and joyfulness. After that we often think and talk let's make our own life more meaningful and healthy..."
We often talk of the four, or five, o'clock blues. It is time to look for a place to sleep. It can get stressful, but if fact in all out travels we always have found a good, or at least acceptable spot. The great thing about this trip is that it has been so very easy... Until the night in Koji. As we got to town the rain started, so we asked round for a local style inn and visited three, who all said no room. Were we bring refused cos we looked quite scruffy and very wet? So we went to a park and started to set up. Then appeared a lady, arms crossed in front, a gesture saying a serious NO. She spent a lot of time saying this, but also seeming to want to help. She detained us, bring very welcome coffee. And then two police men arrived. They also seemed unsure what to do with us, asked how old we were and coppied or names down from our passports. After a really long time they suggested a legal parking area and of we went. There was one minute patch of grass on a huge tarmac car park and up went the tent, a strange spot in the middle of a busy town. Heigh ho....then two motor bike riders, seeming very concerned and mentioning the word typhoon, indicated we join them under an awning between two buildings. With out energy draining we picked up everything and camped on a concrete floor between a number of humming drink machines and two mighty Harley Davidson bikes. The typhoon fizzled out and went elsewhere, and we cycled off on the morning leaving the bikes, yet again, polishing their machines.
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