Japanese supermarkets really make a show out of displaying their food. These are just some snaps of the colorful world we stumbled into along Kyoto Tower!
Utterly fascinating little octopi. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the balls to try them.
The highlight of the culinary wonderland was this pastry store featuring a purely strawberry-based selection.
The attention that the Japanese put into the finer details is really something I wish I could emulate.
I’d just like to insert a segment to thank some new friends and accept their award nominations! So, I’m not entirely sure how this blogger-award-nomination system works, but I’ll do my best to get it right.
First off, I’d like to thank confabler for nominating me for the VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD. The seven random facts about me are:
I’m absolutely in love with all the different facets of Asian cultures yet I’m majoring in European studies. (Bit of an identity crisis if you ask me.)
I only work out so I can eat some more.
I’m a crazy cat-lady. (Their names are Casper, Nana, and Zorro.)
Nintendo is superior to Sony in my heart.
I used to take ballet before entering university.
I operate strictly on a “jump-first, ask later” system.
Confusingly, I’m also an established over-thinker.
(Make what you will of those last two statements. I don’t quite understand them myself.)
My nominees for this award will be Katie Kuo, and Love Travelling. Do check out these blogs. Katie’s musings are quite relatable, I think, and she presents her ideas very well. The latter blog is an interesting collection of travel anecdotes that really give you an idea of what to expect on your travels to certain places.
Next, I want to thank Hannah Garner for saying the sweetest things about my blog and nominating me for the ENTERTAINER BLOGGER AWARD. If my posts are able to inspire the lust for travel in even just one more person, I’d ask for nothing more. In the same vein, I invite you to check out Anisa Kazemi’s blog. She takes the most beautiful travel photos with a very personal touch (not the kind you’d normally come across in magazines). Finally, I’d also like to nominate Story Telling Cook for her entertaining style of narrating her experiences in cooking.
These are the questions I’ll be answering for the latter award!
Why did you start to blog in the first place?Well, I happen to have very poor memory. After some thought, I decided to try blogging as a creative outlet that conveniently provides me vibrant stills of the best experiences I’ve had that could be captured on camera. At the same time, I hope to inspire other people to see the places I’ve seen that I think are worth a spot on people’s bucket lists.
What is your favorite book?I don’t have a favorite book in particular. I will say that Arthurian legends, medieval romances, and just about any story with dragons have a special place in my heart. (And that Eragon is a fantastic book with a terrible movie adaptation.) At present, I’ve started to get into Lang Leav. (Though I’m normally not one for poetry.)
What do you hate the most?I wouldn’t say ‘hate’. But inconsiderate people are a particular pet peeve of mine.
What is your favorite food item from the mall?A good Krispy Kreme donut is always a welcome addition to my stomach. Green smoothies will also often show up in my hands. Err, Korean bingsu, anything matcha, macarons, Mascarpone ice cream, milk tea (despite my lactose intolerance), lemon juice- Wait, CITRUS ANYTHING!
Yeah I’m sorry I can’t do this question.
What is your favorite past time activity?I like to overthink. And sleep. Usually in that order. Sometimes I sing Disney or Broadway songs in the shower (apologies to my ever-patient roommate). On rare occasions I paint.
When the train stations look like airports and the subway looks like a high class shopping mall, you realize that your standards for infrastructure and innovation will never be the same again. Muji and UNIQLO were definite culprits for the havoc I wreaked on my savings account. But in truth, my greatest weakness was the drugstore.
It was not easy navigating shelves of hopelessly foreign beauty products. My desperation was just that great. Japanese skincare is a dream. Shiseido cleansers foam up like nobody’s business- its like putting clouds on your face. That is really what you will look like in the bathroom mirror. Hada Labo lotions are so gentle that I’m not worried that they’re going to break me out. At the same time, I can attest to the hydration and brightening properties. I even picked up this wack horse oil cream from Loshi because it’s a supposed cult favorite. (I ended up giving it away, however, so I don’t know whether it was a worthy buy.) And don’t even get me started on those wonky eye drops that are supposed to compensate for lack of sleep. That drug needs to be experienced to be believed. It’s crazy.
Don’t mind me- just prancing around with these delicious white chocolate-filled matcha cookies and truckload of skin care products.
I love, love, love, this scarf. It adds a whole new element to an otherwise plain outfit since it can be worn and styled in so many different ways.
At some point, I ended up striking out on my own in the streets of Nagoya in an attempt to track down AKB48’s latest single release that my college blockmate asked me to collect for her. While I’d already been the go-to translator for my family throughout the whole trip, it was a whole new ball game to go it on my own; without a cellphone to reassure me of some connection to the life I had previously known. All I had with me was a walkie-talkie (which was not working). I was so sure I’d end up in some kind of security office, advertised as a lost child at the age of 18. Thankfully, after a good deal of searching (and generous conversations via hand gestures), I was able to locate Tower Records and purchase the elusive ‘Tsubasa wa Iranai’.
Of course, on my way out of that mall, I couldn’t help but notice the glowing floor filled to the brim with anime and manga. For some context, the first anime I ever watched was D. Gray-man. It’s a dark, action adventure series that will always hold a special place in my heart. In fact, the 2nd season I thought would never come just finished airing recently. Much to my despair for although it was amazing, D. Gray-man Hallow’s measly 13-episode run left me craving more.
Re:Zero kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu definitely gives off the vibe of being a comedic fantasy adventure-style anime with harem overtones, but that is so far from the truth. The story and characters are very intense, with each episode leaving you with more questions than answers. At the end of the season, you still won’t have any idea what in the hell is going on. But therein lies the beauty of it. You will hate the main character: Subaru, with a fiery passion (as I do). You will question why a wonderful girl like Rem loves overmuch and is always overlooked. You will complain about how much of a Mary Sue Emilia is. Surely there must be more to her than this. And you will wonder why the scenes become more and more shocking as character development reveals the most unexpected depravities. And yet, you will keep watching. If Groundhog Day had an anime baby with a penchant for fantastical beasts, beautiful girls, and psycho demons, it would be Re:Zero. This is not an anime for the faint-hearted. So watch it.
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One can hardly mention Kyoto without thinking of the iconic vermillion red gates or “torii” that make their appearance into many a travel-blogger’s portfolio. Fushimi Inaria Taisha can be accessed by taking a 5 minute train from Kyoto Station. The major Shinto shrine then lies almost directly in front of Fushimi station. Just follow the massing tourists and you can’t go wrong.
(Side note: I popped into the adjoining convenience store or “konbini” to grab a new SD card as I had filled mine to the brim. Konbini are amazing places for the stores back home certainly don’t provide me with emergency camera storage.)
Locals, however, make the pilgrimage up the sacred Mount Inari and through the gated path to pay tribute and pray for good fortune. The shrine is dedicated to the Shinto god of rice, Inari. Foxes are believed to be his messengers, and so fox statues litter the grounds.
Everyone turned to look as this adorable couple strode past with their pack of beautiful black dogs. I ask you, who walks their dogs at a shrine? In any case, they looked to be golden retrievers, but the very name of such invalidates a purebred black pup. I looked it up; my best guess are that these are flat-coated retrievers.
The shrine attendants sold a wide variety of blessed charms and talismans or “omamori” within. There were so many different kinds; true love, luck with exams, good health, long life, good fortune and fertility among them. I myself picked up a ‘good health’ omamori. After all, what good is a long life if you’re not in the best condition to live it?
I neglected to get a good photo of it, but just up this path there are a handful of vendors. One of which was selling thrifted yukata and kimono robes. We were lucky enough to snag a kimono robe for me to live through vicariously.
Walking further along the path, we came across these strips of divine lottery or “omikuji”. Shrine visitors make a small donation and draw a fortune strip at random. These tend not to be very specific. Expect a fortune of great luck, slightly good luck, slightly bad luck, or terrible luck.
These torii were donated by various companies in the hope of bringing good fortune to their businesses. The kanji along the pillars indicate which Chinese and Japanese firms these were.
If you follow the gates straight up the mountain, it will lead into the woody forests of the sacred mountain. There are view decks up there that overlook a good deal of Kyoto. Most tourists never make it that far, however. I certainly didn’t.
But no matter how far up you make it, you still won’t end up disappointed. Japanese culture and tradition is an absolute dream, and this place truly bespoke it (even without a long hike).
Hermes scarf | COPPER top | Zara trousers | Stradivarius heels | From Spain shoulder bag
Leaving the charming geisha district of Kyoto was not easy. All the little streets and traditional Japanese architecture beckoned us to stay. I could feel the culture slipping away as the quiet town of yukata and kimono clad-citizens began melting into a more modern setting. We took a bus to Kyoto Station that afternoon and booked a night at Kyoto Tower Hotel in preparation for our train ride the next day.
For dinner, we experienced a new style of dining wherein the customers go up to a machine and input their orders themselves. Payment is also accomplished by feeding yen directly into the order machine. Naturally, as everything was in kanji, we couldn’t understand a thing. A waiter quickly rushed over to assist us in our despondent attempts to order food. In the end, we made off with two delicious meals of sea bream sashimi and seafood tempura served over rice. They both came with sides of poached eggs and pickles. The clincher was the amazing seafood broth or “dashi” that we were instructed to pour over the rice in whatever quantities we so desired.
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A lot of my dreams came true that day. No, seriously. I fulfilled my exotic hime-sama (princess) reverie. I teetered on the brink (have you seen the slope of the temple stage?) between fantasy and reality. Earlier that day, even before I was magically transformed by the amazing staff of Okamoto, I was already commandeering my imaginary subjects in my mind.
We stayed at a lovely “ryokan”, a traditional Japanese inn, the night before and my family truly enjoyed the experience. We discovered it with stellar reviews from Booking.com. It was also quite convenient to book our stay with said website- I only have positive things to say for their efficiency! Gion Ryokan Q-Beh had simple but beautiful interiors, and the customer service was the best we had during that trip. Umi, our wonderful receptionist, was quite fluent in english as well as being very pleasant. (As soon as she introduced herself, I asked if her name was really “umi”, like the ocean. I was very pleased that my meager knowledge of Japanese was at least functional to an extent.) I hadn’t actually done any research into which kimono rental stores we could visit that day, so we relied on Umi’s advice to make an appointment with Okamoto Kimono.
While waiting, we popped into a small dessert cafe not more than a minute’s walk from the kimono shop to grab quick snack. My sister ordered some kind of parfait; I do forget what kind it was. What are those orange things half-buried in whipped cream?
And since we were in Japan, I thought it only appropriate to order a frothy matcha ala mode. There was also a small traditional Japanese garden on the cafe property that I explored for a bit. It was humbling to see a little old man tending to the koi pond and putting to order the shoes that the customers had left by the entrance of the tatami-floored cafe. Especially when we saw the staff showing him deference and we realized that whom we had thought a caretaker was actually the owner of the shop himself! Regrettably, I forgot the name of that little cafe.
Upon entering Okamoto, we were overwhelmed by the amount of kimono there were to go through. As the staff didn’t really know English, we decided to brave the sea of silk unassisted. Really, there were so many options it was difficult to narrow it down. Finally one of the younger assistants and I were able to communicate with what adjectives I knew. Akai-iro, onegai. Red. Like blood. Please.
When I finally plucked a vibrant red kimono out and held it triumphantly, a middle-aged shop assistant rushed over and began spewing rapid-fire Japanese at me. After staring at her in puzzlement for a minute, she asked me what my height was. Apparently, over 80% of the kimono available were for women less than 170 cm tall. Excellent. What were the odds I’d be exactly that? Not to mention, I’d been digging around in the petit section of the rack.
In the end, I was able to find a kimono I was very happy with. The shop keepers assisted my sister and in choosing obi, obi-jime, bags, and sandals to match. We were then ushered through a long tatami hallway into an old-fashioned Japanese dressing room. It was definitely a, shall we say, communal experience. Women were being stripped down to their undergarments in a very matter-of-fact manner by the straight-faced oba-sans (aunties). They were then wrapped in layers and layers of padding and robes in order to achieve a perfectly straight profile from shoulder to ankle. Flat-chested sisters, rejoice! We endure considerably less instruments for suffocation than those gifted with ample bosoms. To top it all off, the package we paid for included hair-dressing services. I was surprised with how well it turned out considering they didn’t do any blow drying or straightening. Also, the names of different kinds of of “looks” they could produce were hilarious. And no, I am not making this up. You could choose between cute, cool, beautiful, and elegant. Is there a difference…? Cute and elegant would have sufficed.
And so I ventured forth into the streets of Kyoto for some shopping and sightseeing, kimono and all. I’m just glad the weather was pleasantly cool. Otherwise my attire would have been stifling.
I’m amazed by how the children of Japan can walk to school on their own from a very young age. These kids could not have been in elementary yet. I suppose this practice of early independence says something about how safe their environment is.
The road leading up to Kiyomizu-dera Temple was lined with a variety of souvenir shops and food stalls. Of course, it was also filled with tourists. And since it was an old street, it was pretty narrow, aggravating the problem further. Nevertheless, I was determined not let it stop me from living out my princess dreams. So further up the hill we pushed after partaking of some refreshing, cherry snow cones.
Otowa no taki (Otowa Waterfall) has long been known for its clear waters; “golden water” as the locals put it. It’s believed to have life-prolonging properties, and as such, features in some of the Temple’s purification rituals. Visitors come to drink the water from the three flowing streams to detoxify their senses and make wishes.
Absolutely breathtaking. The landscape is completely transformed depending on time of the day and season. I have to make it back to see the forest and sky come alive with the hues of spring, autumn and winter.
I actually really love the tourist community. It’s a wonderful thing to be able to go up to a stranger, smile, and offer to take their photo for them. Just the fact that we can trust each other with our cameras makes me feel that we’re that much closer to being better as a society. It was also very fun to meet people who wanted photos with me and the other kimono-garbed women. It felt as though we had just stepped off of the film set of a period drama!
The first thing I caught sight of upon entering the Kinkakuji complex was this beautiful amber-hued tree. I knew to expect a golden pavilion, but I wasn’t expecting to have the surrounding fauna garbed in the same expensive manner!
The sheer volume of tourists reached its peak at this particular tourist destination. I was feeling a bit suffocated, so I took the time to look up. Take notes: never attempt to visit this temple at noon again. I should have asked the locals what time would be ideal.
Japanese landscaping really is beautiful. I just want to swim over to that little island and take a nap.
The way the gold plating captured the afternoon light was breath-taking. I really do wonder how the caretakers are able to maintain the sheen of the pavilion. Apparently, the Japanese frequently reconstruct their temples at the slightest sign of deterioration. One has to admire their diligence and excellent attention to detail.
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Later that night, we decided to search for a place to eat in the Gion district. It was impossible not to get side-tracked in our quest for food however, when the great gate of Yasaka Shrine loomed overhead. Of course, I ended up dragging my family in to explore further.
Japanese Shinto tradition always insists that visitors perform a kind of cleansing ritual just before entering shrines in order to expel impurities or foul spirits. As I tried to follow suit, a little tabby kitten leapt up on the fountain to look me over. I melted as it sniffed at my hand. Regrettably, it came and went too quickly for me to catch it on camera. Ynez and I were duly amazed, however, when it stretched out its neck and began drinking not from the water basin, but from the pure, fresh water streaming out of the bamboo tubes. What may have merely been an intelligent cat was instantly elevated to a Shrine neko (cat) god in our eyes. I won’t forget my quick brush with the divine.
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I really had hoped to arrive at Arashiyama Bamboo Grove by 8 am and evade the demon hordes of tourists. Due to a combination of factors, that plan failed miserably. And so we were greeted by a cacophony by all manner of people come from all over the globe. The worst part was when a woman dressed as a geisha began walking through to take pictures with people. She would stop after about 3 paces to pose for photos and the people just coming. The congestion was ridiculous. Despite all, the majesty of the infinite bamboo stalks disappearing into the clear sky could not be discounted.
Just to add to the magic, I spotted a little hat perched atop the walkway fencing. I would have put it on and walked away with the abandoned souvenir but for its petite size. I wonder if anyone else happened upon it. Where could it be now?
I would have liked the chance to ride this stunning wagon. A shame we didn’t have the time.
It’s been years in the making, but finally, finally I made my very first prayer to the Shinto gods. “Kamisama, accept my humble offering and grant me a heavenly GPA.”
There really is nothing like a well-anticipated meal after getting lost in the bamboo. Sanchu is a small food stall just directly outside the Grove. The service, pricing and convenient location can’t be beat. Return to it, I implore you.
Who defaced the last two buddhas? Ah well. Beauty in the imperfection, as they say.
See, the attire of the wagon drivers baffled me, to say the least. I don’t see how booty shorts and socks in place of footwear are meant to make their lives any easier.
Hearing the words “Kimono Forest” had me racing over to Randem tram station in a flash. It was a bit underwhelming, however. I quickly realized that the rows of lit-up kimono on display don’t have nearly as much impact when there is yet light in the sky. Were it pitch black, the vibrancy and the chroma would have been much better highlighted and appreciated.
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I must say: dragging my family from airport to train station to bus terminal to bus stop to Airbnb to train station and further through the streets of Arashiyama was a logistical nightmare. But as soon as we scrambled aboard the Sagano Romantic Train with a good 20 seconds left to spare, my ill-contained ire flew to the winds much like most of our hard cash.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to take any pictures from outside the train before it started moving due to innate Japanese punctuality combined with the Filipino lack thereof.
We took the pleasent, old fashioned ‘torokko’ along the scenic Sagano railway running alongside the Hozugawa River. It moved at a relatively slow pace, as its purpose is really to have its passengers appreciate the seasonal views. From our starting point at Torokko Saga Station it took us less than thirty minutes to reach the end of the line at Torokko Kameoka Station.
This beautiful bridge really reminds me of stereotypical anime stills. I half expected to see Japanese students – nay, cartoons – riding their charming bikes with ringing bells atop it on their way to school.
This scene was definitely my favorite thing about the whole train ride. I thought it would make for a good picture when I noticed the next car was filled with Japanese middle-schoolers. I was hoping none of would look up, catch me taking their photo and think me a creep. To my surprise, some of the girls on one side of the car began jumping up and shrieking- they weren’t trying to report me. I believe there was an insect of some sort on a chair. And I thought my previous all-girls school classmates were skittish.
I watched, dumbfounded as an attractive male teacher walked over to check on them, smiled, appeared to catch something the offender and promptly toss it out the window. And as he did so, I swear the girls swooned. Anime culture is not an exaggeration. This shit actually happens.
Oh the milky white scenery is to-die for.
From Kameoka there were three ways to return to Arashiyama. The first being to get back on the Sagano Torokko’s return trip (and pay double, god forbid). One could also take a Hozugawa River raft downstream. However we weren’t feeling up to the adventure so we ended up taking the JR train back.
These darling tanuki figurines were there to greet us at the end of the line. I looked it up later on; these are the “bake-danuki”. They’re the mythicized versions of ordinary tanuki and are said to bring economic good fortune as idols. For some reason beyond me, along the line people decided that the bake-danuki needed to be portrayed possesing unreasonably sizable scrotums in order to grant said luck. No really, google it.
The quiet Japanese countryside draws you in. It felt like coming home.
I think this may be a shrine to honor the dead. I’m not entirely certain- I thought those were usually found indoors.
Not sure where this babbling brook was trickling down from; it looked to be a hut of some sort. The area didn’t seem accessible. I gather it could be for the caretakers of the shrine.
We had to take off our shoes within the Temple itself. It’s taboo to step on tatami with shoes steeped in the ‘impurity’ of the outside world.
Just taking it all it. I haven’t had enough of this place, even now. Guess this means I’m definitely heading back.
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