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Saturday, 21 September 2013

sightseeing in kagoshima


Our little camp woke early the next day to the sun slowly cooking us in our tents. But, after coffee and an amazing breakfast spread laid out by Mugi and Satoko, we squashed  into Mugi's massive mini van and set off for a day of sightseeing. First stop was Chiran Gardens, a "miniature version of Kyoto transplanted into the heart of Satsuma." The gardens are attached to the old houses of samurais who lived in the Edo Period (1600-1868. 

We thought it only right to test out the weaponry. 




The inside of a traditional house, the walls pushed back to catch the breeze. 


Our guide gave helpful descriptions of each garden. In this one, for instance, "you may even have a vision of a mountain hermit beckoning you from on top of a rock."
This house belonged to the old lady on the verandah, who had opened it up for visitors to see. The paintings on the sliding doors were beautiful. 




We stopped for some ice cold tea before heading to lunch. 

Hello, soba hot pot. 


Food babies in tow, we drove through some beautiful cedar-covered hills to Ibusuki, famed for its hot springs and thermal sand baths. Say what?! For about seven quid, you can take a hot sand bath, followed by a sauna and soak in the onsen, or natural hot spring.  Having no idea what to expect, we changed into yukata and slippers and made our leisurely way along the promenade, passing old men and children alike. It felt like an exotic 1950s sanatorium. 






































Next, these young men motioned for us to lie down, making little towel pillows for our heads, covering us in hot, gravelly sand, and propping up little umbrellas to shade our heads!  




Unfortunately the zen eluded me and we spent most of the 10 minute session giggling. The heat was extreme and made your whole body feel like it was throbbing. But, on emerging (groaning like monsters or murmuring "Sookie", of course) you felt absolutely refreshed and tingly. 

Next, we split off into girls and boys for our first onsen experience. In other words, it was time to bond with my new friends with some casual nudity. The Japanese attitude to being neked is utterly different than in the Western world (barring Scandinavia). It's really no big deal - given that in Japan it's all about the group, and not the individual, there's a complete lack of self-consciousness: it's not about you, so get over yourself. 

In the first room you discarded the yukata and cleaned yourself of excess sand with wooden saucepan-shaped receptacles from a large, deep trough. Jo and I - the only 2 girls not to have been to an onsen before - also discarded our mini towels by mistake, making it something of a baptism of fire... but hey ho. Next you proceed to a room with many little stations partitioned off from each other. You sit on a stool in front of a mirror at one and use a shower head to wash, scrub and soap yourself. Only then can you go to chill in the onsen - think a giant, non-bubbling jacuzzi that is extremely hot. Afterwards you can sauna or take a cold shower and then go change in the extremely naked changing room. Hello, women of Japan. By this time, however, it felt completely normal and we just got on with it. In some ways I think it's really healthy for young girls to grow up seeing normal women's bodies of many shapes and sizes, and to be comfortable in their own skin. 

We settled back for the roadtrip home, only to be surprised when Mugi drove us on to a pleasure ferry over to this bad boy... Sakurajima, aka an active volcano.




By this point I was feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the awesomeness of the weekend, so of course these dinosaurs were the final straw. I kind of lost my shit. 

Seriously?





One last snap of the sky as we made our way home, deciding on our spirit animals, who would play us in a movie, and obviously which Hogwarts house we'd be in. (Genuinely no Slytherins in the car, always nice.) It was an amazing weekend. 

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

living in the 'jo

One week into living in my new hometown Miyakonojo, and I’m starting to fall into a new mode of living. My students won’t be back in school until the 19th, but till then I’ll be going into school to plan lessons and activities, study Japanese and help with some high schoolers with their speech contest entries (which seem to be mainly concerning noodles). Even though it's a cliche, the students do seem to work extremely hard. Generally they choose just one or two club activities and practice for hours every day, including the holidays. Already I've heard some amazing band practice and seen them play table tennis, basketball and badminton, and it's pretty impressive how good they are. 

After our last night in Tokyo, our party split into prefectural groups, and us Miyazaki-ites excitedly boarded a domestic flight early the next morning. This is what greeted us at the other end! 




Miyazaki is one of the hottest, most sunny places in Japan. I knew this but wasn’t prepared for the humidity – the 38 degree heat is completely solid and even the small breezes are hot! I’m still working out tactics (they include strategically placed fans and a sweat towel. Yes. Not even kidding) to deal with it and avoid looking like a red-faced gaijin the whole time. 

Before another mini-orientation over lunch, we indulged in some last touristic behaviour on the airport deck.



















My first few days were taken up with going around town with the other ALT at my school, who is from Jamaica, and my supervisor, setting up bank accounts, phones, residence cards and the like. My apartment is pretty basic but is on the large side as they go here, and is less than a quarter of the rent I paid in St Andrews, so I’m pretty happy. Since then, I’ve been going to school and slowly exploring this little city with the other JETs, as far as the heat and my little bike will allow.

BUT I thought I’d just share some everyday pictures with you to give a feel for how a typical day goes as an ALT in Miyazaki! I always find it’s so much easier to keep up with faraway friends when you have a mental image of their surroundings, so hopefully this will do the trick. 

First things first: I wake up to the sound of my neighbours in the park at 6.30ish each morning as they do exercises to music and instructions on the national radio every day. This is the view of the park from my room! 


















At first I slept in my Western bed. Pepe fans, the bad boy can be spotted here. 


but I quickly realised the heat was too much and relocated to a Japanese futon in the tatami room with air con! It is rolled up and put into the cupboards during the day. 


















I then take a shower, which is different too – you change into bathroom slippers and either fill up the little sitting bath or use the hose, brushing the water away when you’re done. 


















My toilet is a little different also – a flush will fill up the sink, which drains down into the cistern. 


















I make breakfast in the kitchen…


















and eat it in one of the two tatami rooms



































depending on which view I want to look at! 


I then change my indoor slipper for outdoor shoes in the hall. The tiled area is kind of regarded as public space in Japan - post men and other visitors will start talking to you from there when they visit! - so JETs are advised to keep the door locked unless they like surprises!


















I make my way down the stairwell to the bike shed, swinging something in front of me to scare off the spiders – this guy is a prime example.


















I pass this interestingly named second-hand shop on my way



and arrive at school! 



Before going in you change your shoes for indoor slippers. 


















This is the view from my desk in the staff room. As you can see it's pretty empty for now, but sometimes I get a chance to chat to teachers, rephrase or edit English for them, or even hear them read in their spare moments to discuss pronunciation. 

I love the school building with its covered walkways. 



Here’s what a typical classroom looks like.


















These dragonflies can be found in most rooms at any given time – they’re about the size of your palm. 


I won’t be posting any photos of students, but here’s what they wear! 



You can have a delicious lunch delivered for 450 yen – about 3 quid. 



This is a school toilet. That’s all I have to say about that. 



After school I visit other JETs and try to get my bearings by cycling around somewhere different each day. 













The city, Miyakonojo, has a population of about 168,000 and is quite spread out, with little fields appearing between houses, malls, barbers and cafes. 


















When I get home I make some poor attempts to decorate the apartment


















and cook something simple for dinner. 

This is what I have to work with: the rectangle in the middle is a grill - enough to do maybe one rasher of bacon?! - and the hot water hasn’t functioned for years, so my forays have been pretty tame thus far.


Thus far I’ve been pretty healthy. A tomato resembles a tomato in any language. I’ve had very few instances of panic thus far – my one meltdown arrived, as I was warned it would, on my first visit alone to the supermarket. I’ve seen one non-JET gaijin since I got here – and she rushed up to me looking surprised – and so you can imagine how many stares one gets in the soy sauce aisle. This, combined with 100 different bottles, none of which I could read, proved to be my undoing!

Apart from this, I’m faring well. JETs are well versed in the stages of culture shock by the end of orientation. I’m pretty sure I’m still in the honeymoon phase (Stage One) and plan to hold on to it for as long as possible before the dreaded Stage Two hits..! And when it does, I'll still have the sunsets to look at.


Hopefully that's all that will be routine about the next year. I hope to travel as much as a I can, visit a different place every weekend, and come back with many stories.