I met up with my new friends Lovisa and Magnus at the hostel’s bar/cafe for breakfast. We weren’t feeling great after yesterday so it was a slow start of this day.
Lovisa was very keen on going to the Kyoto Aquarium, so that’s what we did.
I wasn’t planning on watching a dolphin show, but they had one, and I have to admit it was pretty cool.
After some lunch I felt better so me and Magnus went to see the Fushimi Inari Shrine and the 1000 torii gates.
On the way there we got invited to a local show and stopped to watch for a bit.
My favourite bit was to listen and see this, a group playing Japanese drums, Taiko. So powerful and so in sync it gave me goosebumps.
It was a weekday and the sun was setting, but there were still a lot of people visiting the gates. But the further up the mountain we got the more people dropped off.
When we got down the evening sky and light was beautiful.
I was exhausted (but very happy) after today so I sat down in the back of the hostel bar to read my book.
There’s something special to read Murakami in Japan. To now be able to related to the places he’s mentioning.
Although the rainy seasons had not been declared officially over the Tokyo sky was intensely blue and the midsummer sun beat down on the earth.
To have even more effect I always listen to the music that’s mentioned in the books. Which usually is a lot of classical pieces or jazz.
I prefer listening to something when I read, otherwise I can’t get into a book.
Ever since I read my first Murakami book I’m always listening to the same soundtrack. A album that is very precious to me, Aoi Hana – Yuko Sasama & Ryozan Sakata. To me this is a perfect match to the feeling I get from reading anything from Murakami.
When I woke up all my room mates were out of bed and gone already. So I thought I should do the same. Let’s go explore Kyoto!
I found this hidden french/japanese cafe, Cafe Kocsi, where I had a really nice potato soup for lunch.
It was pouring down again, but after a long break I decided to continue to the first temple (To be honest, there are so many shrines and temples so I can’t remember the name of it)
Before I was on my way to another temple a group of school kids approached me, reading from a paper “Can we ask you some questions?” Like the people I’ve met before they wanted to know what I was doing in Japan and where I was from. I guessed they had a school assignment to go speak english to people.
I’ve always found traditional Japanese architecture beautiful. I would have liked to see the construction of a temple in the old days.
I walked around in this area for a bit, I just found it so relaxing. There weren’t many people around. But there was one more temple I wanted to see today, and I decided to take a longer route there because I found these stairs. I couldn’t resist finding out where they would take me.
They led to an abandoned water park. But the road continued up hill form there and I decided to follow it until I hopefully reached the top of this mountain.
The road got smaller and smaller until I reached what sadly was the top of this mountain, a car park. But on the way there a couple of cars had stopped on the side and I wondered why. I had a quick look. An old man sat in the drivers seat drawing Hentai.
To get to the temple I was planning on going I had to go down half of this mountain and then back up on another one.
I came up on the wrong side, but that was worth it, just because I got the see the temple from the distance.
I’ve heard about this, if you can walk from this stone to the other one with your eyes closed you’ll be lucky for the rest of your life. Or something like that.
Correction: They’re love stones. If you manage to walk from one to the other, you’re suppose to find true love.
With a tired mind and feet I ended up at the bar at the hostel, planning on having a early night. But instead I met two swedes who reminded me it was Midsummer in Sweden now.
So we went to a karaoke place near the hostel to sing some ABBA.
We left the Ryokan early in the morning and went to get to tube, but in different directions. Tobias was flying back to Stockholm and I was going to Tokyo station to take the Shinkansen to Kyoto.
Since I did’t buy the Rail pass in advance I started to get a bit worried how much it would cost me to buy the ticket the same day. I recommend you to actually look in to that, might be worth it even if you’re only going to one more city…
A good thing though is that I got to try the fastest train (Nozomi N700), which the rail pass doesn’t cover.
I checked in at my hostel, K’s House. I’m going to spend 4 nights here, sharing with 7 other people. I hadn’t read much about it, but trusted the high ranking.
I left most of my stuff and went on walk to find a quiet café to spend the afternoon in, avoiding the rain. Because rain season have now started.
I found a place called efish overlooking the river, people sat there to work, read, and to write their memoirs. It was quiet and friendly.
I ordered a tuna sandwich and to my surprise it was served with potato mash, realised how miss potatoes.
I spent most of the day there, gathering my thoughts and planning what I should do next. I still needed to find a place to stay in Osaka after these four days.
When it got dark I went back to the hostel to see what the bar was like.
Such friendly staff, I sat by the bar and chatted about living abroad over a beer for a while. Until the girl a couple of seats away from me said that East London was no good. So we ended up chatting. Until a older man walked in and sat down next to me. I spent two hours listning to his stories, he didn’t really want to hear my view of things. An interesting man, but I felt a bit sorry for him, he seemed to regret a lot of things in his life.
We had a really chilled morning with some green tea that is prepared for every guest.
I’ve only packed my backpack for a week, so it was time to do my laundry.
It wasn’t very confusing but it took the chance to speak to the only person in there about what washing powder I should get or how the machines worked.
One thing that was on my list of things to do was this, visiting a Moomin cafe (there are two main ones).
I got (a bit strange) rice omelette with the face of Moomin drawn in ketchup, with sort of a goulash and a Bechamel sauce. It was alright.
The best was the music though, they were playing music from the soundtrack and repeated Snuffkin’s (Snusmumriken) harmonica melody. I was happy.
They also had a little shop with Moomin merch. I wanted to get a cute iphone 6 case even though I don’t own one. And Moomin mugs I haven’t seen before.
We continued to Ueno park which was close by.
I really need to go back in the spring, because all these trees are cherry blossom trees. I couldn’t really imagine everything being pink. It must be magical.
And another nice cafe called Kayaba Coffee
After a nice break here we went in to Shibuya. And as it happened to be my birthday we met up with my new friends for dinner and drinks.
Before we had to catch the last train back we went in to get some purikura shots taken.
Thank you once again for tonight, and for the gifts. Hanging out with you all has been the best part of my visit to Japan.
We left our cosy Airbnb and headed in to town to work for a bit. We found another really good coffee place called Nozy Coffee.
On this trip I wanted to try a couple of different accommodations. And I was excited about our next place we were going to today.
The best thing was that it was only us who stayed here (and someone else who we never saw). To walk around in the night in this house really felt like something out of Spirited Away.
I love the sliding doors and sleeping on the tatami floor. But to change from shoes into slippers and into toilet slippers got a bit annoying in the end. Especially because all slippers are too small.
After we’ve taken it all in we decided to take a little trip – To the Pokémon Mega Center!
The quality of the merchandise was high. There was so much stuff you could get. Unfortunately most from the newer series/games… Sorry Agnes, I tried to find Blastoise.
I ended up buying Pokémon cards, but was so disappointed when they didn’t smell like they used to…