Lana is partially used to it by now: we're walking down the street, talking, and she turns to say something, and there's no David. He's back at the beginning of the block staring at an unusual deraileur, frame, crank, or logo on a bicycle. In Japan, she had to explain to a tour guide that David was taking a picture of a bike. "Why?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. David's gotten odd looks for taking pictures of a lot of obscure things, but taking pictures of bikes generally get the most confused glances from passersby. It's also one of the few things that David's never caught another photographer surreptitiously sizing up for a me-too photo. If you're in the "Why?" camp, this may not be the post for you. However, if you know anything about Japan or bikes, David has some burning questions about some of the peculiarities he observed in Japanese bikes.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Sunday, October 2, 2016
We drove from Fujiyoshida to Matsumoto, arriving in the late morning. We picked up picnic lunch ingredients, and drove out for a half-day trip to Takayama, which was just 2 hours by car (5 by train, for comparison) through some fantastic twisty mountain roads. It was a fun drive for David--there were sections of road that were eerily familiar, having been recreated in a racing game he enjoys. It's weird to drive a section of road that your brain is convinced it knows when you've never been there in person before.
Thursday, September 29, 2016
We had more reservations about driving in Japan than we've had in any other country, with the possible exception of the first time we drove in London. We're here to tell you that our fears were warrantless. We had no idea what to expect, in terms of road signs, traffic density, or driver behaviors. We didn't know anyone who had driven there, and in our planning stages, when we mentioned that we were renting a car, we'd often get surprised looks or comments. Having done it, we'd wholeheartedly recommend it--we would have missed out on not just sights and areas, but an entire aspect of Japanese culture if we'd stuck to public transit. Don't get us wrong, the public transit was awesome, and we used it extensively, but driving in Japan was also pretty incredible.
Monday, August 22, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
This is the story of how, on a rainy night in the Japanese Alps, we came to eat the worst meal of our whole trip: a train station fast food burger from the Mos Burger chain.
One of the things David was looking forward to in Japan was the cuisine. Lana was a little apprehensive about it, as she’s not a big fan of fish, especially raw fish, or things that have been cooked but are served cold. All things heavily represented in Japanese cuisine. We also knew that we could not expect an English description of dishes or ingredients, and that generally, things come exactly as they’re traditionally made. Substitutions are not really an option. The very polite staff may smile and nod to your “no this/no that” request and then the dish will come out exactly as the cook always makes that dish. We can respect that. We also knew, from previous experience using translation dictionaries, that menus often contain specialized vocabulary that’s not in a common dictionary. We knew there would be challenges, and we didn’t even know all of them yet.