Japan Day Eight: Kyoto Tea Ceremony But Otherwise Unguided Day, 27 October 2018

Both of us were feeling just a little below par first thing this morning; nothing specific but probably the sensory excesses of the last week or so, combined with the slight over-indulgence of last night’s wonderful meal.

We agreed that we’d make it a light touring day after the short morning activity we had pre-arranged – a tea ceremony.

We had quite a long list of things we fancied seeing, but most or even all of them could wait until tomorrow if we didn’t feel like doing much, which we didn’t.

That was the plan.

But then, we all know what can happen to plans.

The tea ceremony was very interesting and great fun. A courier with the unconventional Japanese name Jim took us to the venue, then disappeared. Nine of us in a group, hosted by the Women’s Association of Kyoto – WAK. And what a “waky” experience it was too.

Daisy and I had done a tea ceremony before, at Yaohan Plaza “back in the day”, but it wasn’t then explained as comprehensively as this and frankly I recall not much liking the taste of the matcha – i.e. powdered green tea, when I tasted it at Yaohan.

The Kyoto style demonstrated by the charming WAK lady is a frothy style of matcha, far less bitter than the stuff I recall from Yaohan. Daisy still didn’t like it much, but I am now a bit of a green tea aficionado and really enjoyed the Kyoto tea ceremony tea – slurp slurp.

Of course, the ceremony requires everyone to bow and follow a strict ritual of manners in an environment that has been very specifically set out to be a tea room – the explanatory leaflet we were given at the end of the visit runs to 16 pages for goodness sake. Most importantly, if you like the tea you slurp the last drop.

One couple in our group were relatively young honeymooners from London who, it transpired afterwards, are great fans of Atari-Ya – our Japanese fishmonger and supermarket, but they use the Finchley branch. Daisy also spoke at some length with an Irish lady from Waterford who was there on her own. There was another couple, in their case from Yorkshire. The final pair was  from France (a grandmother and grandson combination I guessed, but perhaps a wealthy lady taking the current French Presidential age difference fashion to an illogical extreme.)

Revived by our cuppa and inspired by the improved weather, we decided to go to the Kyoto Botanical Garden, as Daisy wanted to see bonzai trees and we knew there was a regular exhibit of many of them.

We were near a subway line and I had worked out that the mere two subway lines could nevertheless whisk us to a few of the remaining places we wanted to see for the small investment of 600 Yen (if you were prepared to forego the right to suffer on the buses).

That subway pass investment paid a dividend almost immediately when, as I ventured to procure our entry tickets to the Botanical Garden, the nice ticket lady spotted my pass and announced a small discount on our entry tickets as a result. The sums involved are trifling yet I’m sure I looked pleased to have scored a few dozen Yen and she looked delighted to have helped me.

The Botanical Garden is a very charming place and was a great opportunity to see all manner of plants and flowers which especially interests Janie but also (in such a pleasant setting) also pleased me.

We spent quite a while there, meandering around the various well-labelled and well set out exhibits, also looking at many small show gardens which were getting ready to be judged in a competition. Some were a bit gimmicky (e.g. the Halloween and dinosaur themed ones) but many were very beautiful and tastefully symbolic.

We took some ice cream (chestnut again, I thought not quite as nutty and whippy as Tsumago, but Janie thought just as good) at the cafe in front of the central lawn. I pondered the possibilities for said lawn as a cricket pitch – you know what I’m like.

Then we looked at the bonzai trees and then felt replete with gardens. Except we still hadn’t seen the sky walk and sky garden at Kyoto Station, of course. That was a simple few stops away on the subway. So we went on there.

It still took some finding – it’s not exactly signposted but once you start going up escalators it is obvious what you should do next, whereas wandering round at ground level with our baggage the previous day looking for signs had been hopeless.

Up we went and of course the architecture of the place is stunning and some of the views of Kyoto also worth the effort. Mostly it’s the place itself, though.

Then we thought we might try to find spare batteries for our  LUMIX cameras, as our models, which suit us fine, are becoming dated and/but the bit that is most likely to go first is the batteries, which are already displaying signs of holding less charge than they once did.

Almost miraculously, while I was trying to navigate around the station to get to the “camera shop near me” recommended by Mr Google to the west side of the station, we quite by chance spotted a promotional stand with what looked like Yayoi Kusama pumpkins on it.

It transpires that the Kyoto Contemporary Art Museum is showing a retrospective on her and it is open until 18:00. That museum was on my “possibles list”, although I had discounted the possibility that we might see many, if any Kusama pieces there.

We resolved to head for that place after sorting out the LUMIX battery business. We found the camera shop but sadly were informed that our particular LUMIX batteries can no longer be found in Kyoto. We should have more luck in Osaka.

The camera shop – more like an electronics and chemist department store – was able to supply us with some nice mineral bath salts and one or two other chemist-type products, so we hadn’t completely wasted our time there.

Next stop, Sanjo Kehan station, on the fringes of the shopping district and the Gion district. The shopping side looked dull whereas the lure of the Forever Modern Art Museum was greater, especially when Mr Google told us it was a mere 15 minutes walk away…

…or rather, it would have been a mere 15 minutes had we not bumped into Martin and Jane, with whom we had done the food and culture stroll around Takayama only a couple of days ago. It was really nice to see them again and to swap stories from our different adventures of the last 48 hours or so.

Soon we realised that we would need to stride with purpose if we were to be sure of getting to the Yayoi Kusama in time. We did make it and were astonished to find that it was a substantial retrospective exhibition – basically the Forever Modern has been entirely purposed for this exhibition. After all that fuss in Tokyo and knowledge that Kusama’s London show is also sold out – this excellent one in Kyoto we just walked up and paid to get in on the door. Daisy was like a proverbial pig in shit.

I also enjoyed the exhibition but my goodness we were both tired when we came out of that place. We had meant it to be a light day of touring.

We resolved to eat at the hotel, intending it to be a light evening of eating too – we both had a crazy craving for some Western food. But the set menu looked so tempting, both in terms of the dishes on offer and relative price (exceptionally expensive place for food, the Hyatt), that we relented and enjoyed Caesar salad, clam chowder, ribs’n’beef with mash/veg and an “apple pie” which was in truth a cross between Grandma Jenny’s apple pie and mum’s apple strudel. Nice wines too.

A fine end to a fine day.

All the pictures from Day Eight can be seen by clicking the Flickr link here or below:

Japan Day Six: A Great Day In Takayama, 25 October 2018

We rose reasonably early, as we had arranged a morning tour of the town, but not at silly o’clock.

For the first time in ages, we would be doing a group tour. We like to travel independently and so, to the extent that we take tours, we usually arrange private ones. But our agent Tim recommended this and a few other tours we’ll be doing in Japan to be best taken as group tours and we trusted him. Spoiler alert: Tim was right as usual – we had a great morning.

We had been given just a simple joining instruction in our pack, to be at the Takayama Jinya Main Gate between 9:15 and 9:20. I guessed that this was a place where many tours gathered and wondered whether we’d find it difficult to locate our particular guide. But in truth most of the groups gathering there were Japanese tour groups so I quickly spotted out guide, Momo, with an English couple, Martin and Jane, waiting for the rest of our group.

I soon learnt that Martin and Jane are from Kendal but that they do not like mint cake. Soon another pair joined us; Travis and Keely, from Sacramento, California. Then just one more couple, Peter and Janet from York. We were complete.

Momo took a group picture of us all in front of the Takayama Jinya Main Gate and then continued to take pictures of us throughout the tour which she then sent to us later that same day – such is the modern way with group tours perhaps, or some extra care and attention in Momo’s excellent approach to guiding.

This was basically a food and culture walk, with more food than culture on the itinerary.

To make my life easier, Momo’s covering note with the photographs explains our itinerary…

 …we visited today:

・Jinyamae Morning Market(陣屋前朝市)

・Harada sake brewery(原田酒造)

・Miyagawa Morning Market(宮川朝市, everyday around 8am to noon)

・Fukutaro(Café,福太郎)

・Bunrindo(Confectionary,分隣堂)

…except, of course, that the itinerary only tells you what formally happened. Informally, there was a whole load of other stuff going on, not least because we were a very curious group of eight people. I don’t mean weird-curious…

…although some of us, me and Daisy included, might be thus described…

…no, I mean we had eight people all exerting their curiosity and interest in the sights, smells and tastes of Takayama, while wandering around, theoretically in a group.

Momo answering one of Ged’s trickier questions

At one point, Keely described looking after our group as an exercise in cat-herding and I thought that was a pretty spot-on description. Yet somehow Momo managed to keep a watchful eye on all of us and gently cajole us in top following the route she had planned and sort-of doing and seeing the things she had chosen for us.

Lots of photos – some of which are peppered in this Ogblog piece, tell the tale better than words. Some of the photos were taken by Momo, others by me and Janie. If Janie and I are both in the photo, then you know it was Momo – we’re not selfie stick types…yet.

Everyone in the group was really good company – we found out a lot about each other and our various journeys through the culinary elements of life. Some had been fussy eaters when younger but had relented over the years; one or two of us were still quite set in our ways with regards to food and were finding that aspect of Japan quite challenging. Janie and I were probably the most familiar with Japanese cuisine before the visit to Japan.

The conviviality was, of course, assisted by the visit to the sake shop to sample several sakes at around 10:00. That must be the earliest in the day that Janie and I have taken alcohol in living memory. Writing this up early (6:30ish) the next morning, I wonder whether I will get a “it’s sake o’clock” feeling when we are on the train to Kyoto at 10:00. (Editor’s subsequent note: no I didn’t).

The town is geared up to people going around and sampling food and drink, it seems. For example, we made an impromptu stop at a miso shop that wasn’t on our itinerary and sampled their miso.

We tried some street food along the way – no I don’t mean the above children or dogs.

I was the only person in our group who braved the takoyaki – octopus dumplings. Very hot temperature-wise but rather interesting in taste and wonderful textures – the goo of the dumpling then the chew of the octopus.

Soon after that, Daisy and I got chatting to an antipodean mother and daughter combination; Marianne (I think) and Sophie. But where were they from? The mother’s accent was French but I’m sure one of them said they were from Perth. Daisy came away from the conversation convinced that they had said that they were from New Zealand…quite a difference.

A whole-hearted debate about the origins of this unusual antipodeans ensued – Travis even opened a betting-book on the question and Daisy chased after the pair to interrogate them further. Daisy eventually returned, having heard the mother’s entire life story, claiming that both of us were right, as although the pair were sort-of from Perth, they had also lived in New Zealand. So all the bets were off.

Meanwhile the tour was coming to a conclusion. We all took tea/coffee and some mostly savory nibbles in a tea house at the end of the food stall market…

…and then strolled back to the centre of town via a confectionery store.

There the tour ended, so Daisy and I presented Momo with a gift of some English nibbles (Harrods I think they were, or perhaps Fortnum’s) before saying goodbye to the delightful group who had helped make our morning very special.

We strolled a little on our own, not least stopping at an interesting furniture-oriented department store (Takayami is renowned for its carpentry)…

…but only really to kill a little time before getting the bus to the Hide Folk Village.

The folk village is a falsey in a way, as the medieval houses have been transported from various other parts of the country.

But the houses have been placed artfully around a rather beautiful artificial lake and the interesting displays that have been placed inside them – authentic from the point of view that the relics relate to the houses (or at least the villages from which the houses) that have been transplanted to the Hide Folk Village.

In short, it made for a very charming and informative stroll. Hardly a Western tourist to be seen at that site – quite a lot of Japanese tourists and school groups though.

We returned briefly to our hotel just to wash and change in preparation for an early evening visit to Ajikura Tengoku, the restaurant we couldn’t get into yesterday, to ensure we got a table.

Ahead of our meal, though, we encountered a rare example of poor service in Japan as my laundry at the Best Western Hotel Takayama came back with a significantly higher price than expected. The laundry decided that my casual cotton shirts should be priced as overcoats and that my simple cotton trousers required a premium of a few quid over the (already very high) rate on the card, all for no apparent reason.

Daisy got quite incensed by all of this as a matter of principle, not least because the hotel functionary insisted that I bring the laundry back down for him to examine and then only tried to put matters right with a derisory couple of small coins, rather than the actual amount I had been overcharged.

Irritated but determined not to let such a small matter (a few quid, albeit a matter of principle) ruin such a lovely day, I simply resolved to get Audley to complain on our behalf and to report in detail on Trip Advisor a warning about how laundry happened for us at the Best Western Hotel Takayama.

Far more importantly, we had a date (but not a booking) at Ajikura Tengoku, so off we set to ensure we got there about 17:30, within half an hour of the place opening. There we found a tiny queue (we were second in line) and were in business within five minutes of our arrival – success.

Note for anyone who thinks that 17:30 is ridiculously early…when we left the place just after 19:00 there was a great long queue and the staff were already putting out the “full for the evening” signs.

Anyway, we got to try the wonderful local Hide beef and pork on a yakiniku grill. So once again we ended up cooking our own dinner and paying for the privilege of doing so!

What the hell do I do with this stuff?
Let me show you what to do, sir!
Got it…
…I just hope Daisy doesn’t photograph my undignified exit from this low table

No seriously, that restaurant is a very good place and although the meal was quite pricey, it was nowhere near the £100 plus per head prices in some of the more high-falutin’ looking places in town where the reviews are lower-falutin’ that the Ajikura Tengoku reviews.

So we had a very special meal to round off a very special day.

All the pictures from Day Six (ours and Momos) can be seen by clicking the Flickr link here or below: