Tuesday, August 5, 2014

SOUTH KOREA


Over the "Golden Week" holidays in early May I took a five day trip to South Korea. Myself and four other English teachers who live in the Noto Peninsula went together and had a blast bouncing around Seoul. We spent the entire trip in very close quarters- from the four hour drive down to Osaka together in a Toyota Corolla to sharing a room full of bunk beds in our hostel. Our trip was full of ridiculous conversations, poking fun at each other, and getting up to some crazy adventures as we explored Korea for the first time.

Right after getting off the plane we were greeted by a welcome committee in the airport, who made us fans with our names in Korean calligraphy.

Day 1- Arrival in Seoul

We arrived in Seoul and checked into our hostel late on Friday afternoon. Upon arriving we met the young owner of our hostel who was very helpful and kind, albeit extremely high-strung and worried about doing everything perfectly. He sat down to talk to us and answer any questions we might have as well as give us recommendations on what to see in the area. He also inquired into what we wanted to eat for our first meal, which was BBQ.  As soon as we were ready he walked us to the area near our hostel that had all the BBQ restaurants and gave us a recommendation. So our first meal in South Korea was BBQ. Korean BBQ is a famous meal where you order your cuts of meat and they are brought to your table where you cook them on a grill built into your table. With every meal we ate in Korea we were served kimchi and other pickled side dishes. And of course everything was spicy!

Korean BBQ, grilled right at the table!

After eating our early dinner, we returned to the hostel to shower and get ready to hit the town. We left again and found an izakaya type place to have a few drinks and some more food. Everything was delicious, and the soju was incredibly cheap! Soju is the rice liquor of Korea, in a restaurant it is only about 3 dollars per bottle and at a convenience store it is only like a dollar and a half! What's more, this cheap liquor is quite potent, so with just a bit everyone is satisfied. 

Day 2: The DMZ

The next morning we woke up early enough to grab breakfast and take the subway to downtown Seoul where we caught our tour bus which took us on a day long trip to the demilitarized zone in between North and South Korea. On the way to the demilitarized zone, we drove on the highway that runs by the Hangang River which flows down from North Korea. On each side of the river there are high fences with razor wire and guard posts scattered along it as well watching in case North Korea sends scuba spies down the river.

Its funny that they call it "demilitarized" when in reality it couldn't be more militarized. The area has a military base and there are soldiers standing guard everywhere. Although there has been a ceasefire since the end of the Korean War, South Korea is in a constant state of defense and readiness in case North Korea chooses to invade. When our bus pulled up two soldiers came on board to check each person's passport, apparently people who are from communist countries are not allowed in all parts of the demilitarized zone. Also, when we left we again stopped at the checkpoint so the soldiers could count and verify that the same number of people that entered were leaving the DMZ. Many of the soldiers are currently still working on a several year project of clearing the landmines that remain in the demilitarized zone leftover from the War.

The tour took us to several spots in the area, the first being an observation point that looks over the river to North Korea. At all of the spots we were provided information about the history of the conflict, creation of the demilitarized zone, and South Korea's efforts to make peace. A North Korean defector accompanied us on the tour to share some of her story.

She was formerly a colonel in the North Korean army, but after 1994 when the leadership in North Korea changed she began rethinking her loyalty and planned to escape from North Korea. She waited over ten years before she was able to leave. Apparently one winter she bribed a border guard with three dollars and crossed the frozen river into China. She had to stay in China for one year working in a restaurant until she found passage through Southeast Asia and then finally arrived in South Korea. Her family, still waiting in North Korea, told the government that she had died in an accident. We were told North Korea does not use computer systems, rather they still rely on paper registries so it seems that it is very difficult for them to stay organized or really keep track of people efficiently.

Our view of North Korea, so close and yet so vastly different from the South
An incredibly dire picture of North Korea was painted for us. We were told about how the capitol, Pyongyang, has the people with money and is built up as an urban city but the rest of North Korea is desolate and poor. There is an incredible amount of deforestation, even looking across the river we could see that the mountains rarely had a tree on them. Outside of the capitol the country is made of poor communities that attempt to farm the infertile soil. Also, the people are forced to farm and give up their crops to the government and are not allowed a share to sustain themselves. So after working on the farms for the government all day they have to have extra jobs or sell other items on their own to sustain their own families. Also, in schools the children are taught about the rise of the current regime and taught to revere it in a seemingly religious manner. It is required for every home and every school to have pictures of  Kim Jong Il and Kim Il Sung hanging up. Every morning the children have to show their respect to the picture.


Tryin' to be devout little North Korean students as Kira lays down the law...
But it was too much, we had to laugh!

After signing the Sunshine Policy with North Korea in , South Korea built factories and a railroad intended to connect the two countries, however North Korea failed to continue the railway on their side of the border. So one of our stops on the tour was Dorasan Station, the last railway station. It is a beautiful station, but it only receives a train twice a day and is hardly used. Some people that do use it are actually employed at a factory on the Northern side of the border- one of the factories that was supposed to use the cooperation of the two states. The factory is primarily operated by North Koreans, but the engineers and any other personnel with higher education come from South Korea. During our tour we were flooded with a picture of how the South Koreans tried to cooperate, and maintain their side of agreements but the North is flaky and breaks promises.

The "Last Station," before the railroad crosses over into North Korea, where they failed to build stations to hold up their end of the deal.

The bridge to North Korea, boarded over due to the North Koreans lack of cooperation


One of the most interesting stops was the Invasion Tunnels. North Korea dug several tunnels under the border clearly with the intent to invade Seoul, obvious since each tunnel points in a direct path to the city. Four of these tunnels have been discovered by South Korea, although a defector has said there are more. With the help of a North Korean defector, South Korea began discovering the tunnels in the late 90's so the North Koreans had to halt their operations. They retreated and built concrete walls to block them and claimed that the tunnels were made to search for coal. They even used coal paint on the walls of the tunnels as a disguise, however coal is not found in that area at all....

Now one of the tunnels is open so visitors can go down into it. So of course, our little party donned safety hats and ran on down! The tunnels are 73 meters underground and the length extends 800 meters past the boundary line between the North and South! After discovering the tunnels, the South Koreans built three concrete walls to block the North Koreans in case they intended to reopen them. But even at the first blockade (the furthest we could go) we were just 170 meters from the border with North Korea!


A huge park with manicured lawns, rides and small shops, right next to the border with North Korea, such a surreal contrast.

Halfway through the day, the five of us really demonstrated just how much Japanese culture has gotten to us by our inability to ignore directions. In fact, we upset a whole bus full of tourists by our adamance to follow directions! Before going to the tunnels, our tour group was scheduled to join a larger tour group and take one big bus with everyone together. So our tour guide specifically instructed us to sit in the first 14 seats of the bus so that he could keep track of everyone on his tour. The five of us were the last to board before take-off to the tunnels, but upon climbing into the bus we found that all of the front seats were full. Rather than going to the back of the bus to sit down in open seats (like everyone else in our tour had done, after the larger tour took up the front seats) we paused in the aisle confused about what to do.

Our tour guide followed us in and immediately recognized the mistake and jumped back out to get the other tour guide officials who had managed the other groups. Soon a couple more tour officials came on the bus to ask the tourists to correct the seating arrangements. So all the tourists from our group had to get up and come to the front, while the other tour groups had to get up and take seats in the back. After a few minutes of shuffling and grumbling among the other tourists, the seating arrangements were righted and the five of us sat down in the very front seats, just like we were instructed to. After watching (and being the catalyst for!) this debacle, the five of us laughed at ourselves and realized that if we had come straight from America we would have taken no notice and sat in any open seats. However we have become so influenced by Japanese culture that we now cannot ignore directions we are given!

Day 3: Sightseeing in the city!

This day was our first full free day in Seoul, so after eating our free breakfast we set off for some sightseeing!

We started with Gyeongbokgung Palace, which was built 600 years ago and was the first palace of the Chusen Dynasty. We spent a several hours walking around the palace- it was so big!

The strip downtown, you can see four attractions laid out in a line- the statue, the golden monument, the Palace, and the mountain looming in the background. 

Main gate to the palace
Palace Guard
Beautiful detail on the roofs
Entering through the gate
The first courtyard inside the main walls of the palace
Changing of the guard reenactment






Main Palace building, one of so many buildings housed within the palace walls
The king's receiving room

Outdoor palace corridors

After spending so long at this one palace, the five of us were tired and starving, so we went on an exasperated search for food until we found a nice restaurant where we blindly ordered some promising things off the menu and were surprised to find that we had selected a gorgeous nabe meal.


Hoettek- the best street food ever. Kind of like a donut with a sweet, spicy, nut filling.

Our last activity for the day was to make a trip to the one and only Gangam, an area of Seoul recently made famous by a Korean pop star who sang a song called "Gangam Style." We took the subway an hour and a half from our hostel's station to get to Gangam- committed to staying all night until the first train back the next morning. Upon entering a new up and coming trendy club we got a free drink and hit the floor to dance. Kira and I met the manager of the club at the bar who invited us to a VIP table. At the VIP table we were introduced to the party, four middle aged men, two younger and incredibly gorgeous guys, and several other guests who came back and forth. Later we found out that the two young guys were models and the other men were their agents from a modeling agency. We spent about an hour enjoying their fancy champagne and chatting with them, everyone spoke great English. We got back to our hostel at 5:15 in the morning, walked in as the sun was rising, after a completely memorable adventure, Gangam Style.

Starting the night off right.


Day 4: Running around Seoul

On day four we roused ourselves  after just a few hours of sleep and met Kira's friend who promised to take us sight-seeing. We met her for lunch and then walked around Myeong-dong, another hip shopping area. We were surprised to see that many of the signs in this area were written in Japanese as well as Korean, so we took the opportunity to chat amongst each other in Japanese to show off our language skills to nobody in particular.



Yummy family style lunch


We also went to Seoul Tower to look over the city. Seoul's topography is great since the mountains are everywhere and even are part of the cities. We were there through dusk and were able to watch the sun set behind the city skyline. After we were done we took the cable car down the mountain and ambled toward the station. We ate from a vendor in the station and browsed through the shops before parting ways and heading back to the hostel for the night.

Seoul Tower
The city of Seoul, with mountains in the background




Popular street food- mochi sauteed in spicy sauce and blood sausage.

Day 5: Last Day

Our last full day in South Korea. Our first destination in the morning was Chyanggyeonggung Palace. This palace too was large and beautiful and we enjoyed our tour and learning about the different buildings inside and hearing stories about the royal families of the past. In particular we enjoyed learning about the last crown prince of Korea, Yu Ki.

He studied architecture at MIT and then married Julia Mullock who he met at his first job in the United States. They got married and returned to Korea, however since they did not produce a child the Korean family pressured them to divorce. It is such a sad love story which also accounts for the end of the Joseon dynasty, since an heir was never produced. After finishing the palace tour we were able to enter the "Secret Garden," in back. It is called Secret since during most of the year people are only allowed to enter on closely guided tours. Luckily we were there during a period that visitors are allowed to walk around the gardens at their leisure (after initially entering with a tour guide). We started out with the tour but soon broke off to explore the garden on our own.

Main Gate


Royal Throne
Very little is known about these figures perched on the ridges of royal buildings, except they are believed to be guardians






After finishing with the palace and garden, we headed down the street for lunch. Next we went to Jogyesa Temple which is the largest Buddhist Temple in Seoul. That day, May 6th, happened to be the Buddha's Birthday so they were having the annual Lotus Festival at the temple. We made our way to the temple to find the temple grounds covered in a sky of lotus paper lanterns, a stage set up for music and dances, and hundreds of people lining up to bathe a buddha statue and give offerings.

A Lotus Festival we stumbled into at Jogyesa Temple

People lined up to the bathe the buddha

Lotus Lanterns

After leaving the temple we made one last stop, the historical Seodaemun Prison. The History Hall was built so visitors can get a glimpse into the history of the Seodaemun Prison which was built during the Japanese occupation of Korea. The prison was opened in 1908 to accommodate 500 prisoners, however over time the prison housed 3,000 prisoners. This prison was built as a place to torture, execute, and keep Korean leaders of the Independence Movement during the colonial period. Now seven of the original 15 buildings are preserved and used as a memorial for the independence leaders once imprisoned there. It was very creepy to walk through the buildings, peering into the jail cells and torture rooms. Even the original execution building remains intact.



After finishing our self tour of the historic prison we spent a couple hours walking up and down the open market streets before going to our last dinner in Seoul, BBQ! Since befriending neighboring tables last time we ate BBQ and chatting with them about how they do their BBQ meals, we were determined to do it again right. We ordered the selection of meat we wanted and it was brought out to us on a platter along with dishes of kimchi, lettuce, sauces, and other side vegetables. In the Korean way we grilled the meat and then cut it into pieces as it was ready for everyone to share. After dinner we walked around for a last evening of people watching and passing around a bottle of soju as we walked before heading back to the hostel to pack and sit around reminiscing about the week's adventures.

Over all, Seoul was a blast and I would love to take another trip there!

The Oku-Notians hit Korea.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

あばれ祭り

Let the fire and violence begin....


Finally, it came. The weekend I have been waiting ten months for, the festival that is talked about year-round in Noto cho, the most famous festival in the Noto: Ushitsu Abare Matsuri. 

Abare Matsuri is one of my town's major festivals and due to its incredible uniqueness it is famous at least in Ishikawa. Abare means rage or to act violently, and that theme is reflected throughout the festival with the use of fire and violence to appease the town's gods. Abare matsuri is the annual festival to appeal to the gods to bring prosperity to the town of Ushitsu. As my judo coach explained to me, the two gods like violence and are happy when the townspeople use violence to celebrate the god. Now this is not that people are violent with each other at all, the violence is directed toward the gods alone through the mikoshi parade. The first night the kiriko lanterns are paraded around town, but the second night it really gets exciting when the mikoshis join the procession. The mikoshi are portable shrines meant to house the gods. In order to make the gods happy the men smash and burn the shrines to pieces during the night on the second day.  I hope I never forget how exciting this festival is.

I took the day off last Friday so I could help my "taiko mom" (who is also my Judo coach's wife) with festival preparations. So I parked by the wharf and headed to their house around noon. As soon as I walked in, my coach gave me a drink of Omiki, "God Sake," as he called it. It is special sake that is used in ceremonies at the shrines and for special occasions. He served a swig of omiki to all his family members and guests that came to his house during the festival.

His wife was already busy preparing huge dishes of food, so I went straight into the kitchen to help. I shaped over 50 sekigohan onigiri for her. Sekigohan is rice cooked with adzuki beans and is usually eaten on special occasions. Since she had been cooking all morning, there were several pans with foods mounded up and trays upon trays of dishes waiting to be filled. My coach stopped to put a little cup of omiki and one of my freshly made onigiris on the family shrine with a bow as an offering. Around 2:30 they dressed me up in festival gear, my black work pants that I always wear for taiko and a button up cotton festival shirt that was white with black dots. In fact, their eldest son actually walked into the room wearing that shirt and I just commented that I liked it so his mom asked him to let me wear it! I tried to protest that he could have first choice but he didn't care at all and took it right off and gave it to me to wear. He had a hapi that matched the rest of his team mates anyway.

My coach's neighborhood's kiriko team, who I carried with for the festival
My coach's son perched on the kiriko and playing taiko during a break.

Once we were geared up we went out into the rain for the afternoon kiriko carrying. The kiriko are huge hand-built lanterns which are carried by generally around 30 people on their shoulders to light up the streets for the gods. They are extremely heavy, but it is so fulfilling to carry them with everyone else, hoisting and heaving them together and chanting in unison to the beat of the taiko drums. Adults and young people carry the kiriko, but there are always at least five children riding who beat the taiko drums and play their flutes to a special Abare tune. The kiriko are quite huge, and the neighborhood streets quite narrow so the kiriko procession down the neighborhood streets is tricky to navigate. The leaders have to be constantly vigilant to watch the kiriko and make sure we don't bang it into something on one side or fall in the river on the other side! Also there were so many low-hanging wires that we had to carefully steer under. Anytime we got to a wide street other kirikos would march by so close. Evidentally sometimes people get injured if another kiriko's huge wooden beams bang into them (or if someone falls into the river while carrying the kiriko). My coach was very vigilant about protecting me, anytime a kiriko would come close he would step in front of me or steer the other kiriko away to make sure there was no chance I would get smashed by one of the huge beams! He was constantly reminding me if it gets dangerous to duck under the kiriko beams where it is safe. For about two hours the teams carried the kiriko in circuits around their cho (neighborhood) in order to rev up the atmosphere and get everyone excited for the festival. As I said, it was raining steadily the whole afternoon so of course we all got a bit wet, but I hardly noticed since I was so excited!

At the end of the afternoon run, we lined up the kirikos by the wharf where they would wait until night.

Around 5 or 6 we headed back to our houses for the dinner parties, this is where the night really started! Those of us who were out with the kiriko team strolled into the house to find the living transformed. The lady of the house had arranged the food into splendid platters to adorn the table. I don't think I will ever get used to how extravagant Japanese meals often look. There were already a few guests present, and upon sitting down we were given individual dishes of noodles and small plates so we could freely take food from any of the platters. That living room is where I spent the next three or four hours, drinking and socializing with the guests who came and went.



Suddenly around 9, someone announced it was kiriko time- so the younger generation was the first to jump to our feet, don our tabi (traditional Japanese shoes) and run outside to join the kiriko teams. We raced to the kirikos and jumped right in, lifting the wooden beams onto our shoulders to march down the street in a long procession of about 40 kirikos. Once we reached the center of town, the night's main event started!

The kiriko teams raced in circles around three 20-30 foot tall blazing torches with crowds of hundreds of people watching- who my coach excitedly referred to as "the gallery" all weekend. We carried the kirikos right next to the huge torches, with sparks and fire raining down around us. Supposedly this is one of the dangerous and extremely hot parts of Abare matsuri- however I do not remember any discomfort of the sort! But I ran with my kiriko team around the burning twenty foot tall torches laughing the whole way.

Yes, we ran round like that.


Right after the torch circling was done, the kiriko teams headed back to their separate neighborhoods. I broke off to say hello to a few JETs who had come into town to see the festival. We made our way back to my coach's house, where we met my other judo coach who insisted everyone go in together. My lovely judo family was happy to welcome all of my friends and we brought out drinks and food for everyone. I went to the kitchen to bring out the trays of food for my guests and as I brought them to the front room where everyone was sitting, my coach proudly exclaimed to everyone in his best English, "He is my daughter!!" It was such a heart-warming moment! A couple hours later the last of the straggling guests had gone home, so I jumped in the shower and then headed to sleep around 2 a.m.

Around 1 p.m. the following day we started the kiriko parading again! Everyone was in their houses getting dressed and ready to festival when we heard the leader's whistle signaling to everyone that it was time. Saturday was absolutely beautiful, it was an awesome sight to see the tall kirikos against the gorgeous blue sky! We heaved the kiriko around the neighborhood again and down the main street of Ushitsu. Anytime the kirikos stopped for a break, my coach had me climb onto the kiriko and play taiko for the crowds. Luckily, my taiko has improved incredibly so I was actually able to successfully play to the surprise and delight of many people around!


Around 5 we reached the afternoon's stopping point. So then my coach, his son and his fiance, his niece and myself started house hopping to visit all of their friend's dinner parties. It was lots of fun! In between dinner parties, we dropped by the wharf where the mikoshi were being "prepared."

First, they pulled the heavy mikoshi out of the sea where they had dumped it, hanging on by two ropes.
Bonfire ready? Check.
Ready? Heave!
All set up...
Into the fire with it!


Here's a video, so you can enjoy the "mikoshi prep" in action

Around 9 my coach and his two sons left to go prepare since they are part of the special team of men who smashed the mikoshi. The men who are on the mikoshi team are picked because of their passion for the festival and their ability to rage on it as they destroy the mikoshi for the night- and it is not an easy job so they certainly must need passion! About an hour later, the rest of us headed down to meet up with the procession and see the excitement. We got to the mikoshi team just as they were gathering for their opening prayer before starting the night's violence. After praying, the priest threw some salt around, and a large bottle of omiki was passed around which my coach brought to us as well, then the men hoisted up the mikoshi and took it out onto the street.

The men marched with it on their shoulders, chanting "Chosa, chosa, chosa..." in unison, spun in a circle, then stopped. At that point they would all heave and lift the mikoshi as high as they could then slam it to the ground! The mikoshi hit the road with a bang, and then bounced up at least three feet and the men had to jump out of the way to avoid injury if it flew their direction. Then the team would roll the mikoshi, jump on it, drag it in circles on the pavement, then right it and hoist it up to march it down the street about forty feet before starting the routine again! Every forty feet they would stop in a designated store front or house where an offering would be made and two huge bottles of sake were poured into the mikoshi, spilling out from the cracks as soon as they stepped back. Then they would beat on it again before going another forty feet down the road. This process was repeated all the way down the street, and continued down the main street of Ushitsu. No matter how long I watched, it never seemed repetitive or anything but exciting!

The kiriko lined up waiting for the mikoshi to join the procession
The mikoshi team kneeling for the initial prayer and ceremony

After a couple hours they got the mikoshi down to the river for the first of three main battering events. The men heaved the mikoshi onto the bridge, and then threw it down into the river! The men jumped in right after it and splashed around and beat the mikoshi against the cement river walls for about fifteen minutes before heaving the heavy mikoshi out of the river. They then lugged it to the house of I believe one of the priests for another offering. After that the team and those of us who came with them were given a swig of sake and hot mochi cakes.


My coach's wife has been watching this festival for years obviously since she grew up here, but also because her husband loves it and has been one of the "bosses" for years and both of her sons are part of the mikoshi team as well. She even says no matter how many years she watches it never gets boring! She knows the route by heart, so she took her son's fiancee and I along the whole time showing us the ropes. As soon as the mikoshi team finished with a destruction session she would grab our hands and lead us down the road at a sprint to beat the crowds to the next place where we would weasel into the prime places for a clear view of the show. 

The second destruction session was again in the river, but this time there was also a taimatsu, the twenty foot tall burning torches, raining fire down on the mikoshi and the men as they beat it. I watched with frequent gasps as huge chunks of burning material fell down on the backs of the men as they jumped on and lifted the mikoshi. The shower of sparks even blew down river toward us. It was intensely beautiful and at the same time completely unbelievable to witness the scene before us. The air was filled with a steady rain of sparks while the men sloshed around in the river doing their best to destroy the god's portable home. The whole time I watched with wide eyes and disbelief that it was real life! It was hilarious to watch my coach; it was so evident how much he loves the festival. He would be up on the mikoshi yelling with the rest of them, then take a step back and I could see the widest smile on his face!

This picture was taken by a friend, destruction round two- the river and fire! 

Off the three of us ran to the last mikoshi stop for the night, the shrine where the final offering would be made. Here in the yard there was already a bonfire burning, ready to receive the mikoshi when it arrived. We ran up to stand on the steps on the shrine so we had a clear vantage point of the bonfire and a quick strategy to get inside the shrine for the final offering. We waited for just a few minutes and then heard the mikoshi team approaching, their deep voices booming in unison, "Chosa, chosa, chosa!" 

They marched right into the yard and slammed the mikoshi into the bonfire, rolling it around and dragging it through the flames. Even when the mikoshi was right in the middle of the bonfire the men would still jump on it, often entering the flames themselves with no fear! After tearing the mikoshi up as best they could the finally marched it up the steps of the shrine and took it inside. the men kneeled down around for the priest to say the final offering. It was stunning to look at the backs of all these men, heads down, smears of mud, burns and cuts covering their bodies. The leader stood up to growl some words in a Japanese that surely only the old men could understand and with that everyone passed around Omiki again before leaving the shrine. 

With the mikoshi offering over all that was left was for the kiriko teams to process back to their respective neighborhoods. I however was still exhilarated and not ready for the festival to end. I took my time walking back with the kiriko parade stopping to talk to the people I knew along the way. The men from the mikoshi team were all so ecstatic! They were all smiles, full of relief and chattiness. Even though they were certainly exhausted they still had the energy to join their kiriko team for the final walk home. I caught up to my coach's neighborhood kiriko and helped to carry it the last block home. We turned the corner, the taiko started to beat rapidly and we took the last thirty feet at a sprint before setting the kiriko down at it's original place from Friday afternoon. With that, 2014 Abare Matsuri was over. So begins the 12 month countdown again, everyone waiting...

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

アジサイ祭り

This past Saturday evening my taiko team performed at Ajisai Matsuri, held at one of the Buddhist temples in my town. This temple is one of the "Flower temples" of Noto, and right now all the Ajisai flowers that grow around the temple are in bloom, so they had their annual festival! 

The team rolled up around 5:45 under dark clouds and drizzling rain. Due to the weather, an area for our performance was set up inside the main temple building. We offloaded our 5 huge taiko drums and the three small accompanying drums and then hustled into a back room to change into our performance wear, each of us clothed in black head to toe. 

Presently the head priest and others began giving their speeches and soon we were asked to get on standby. We headed to the stage area where our drums were concealed from the audience' view behind a huge curtain. We took our places behind our drums, the curtain was drawn, and with blinding lights shining on us we began to play! 

Our performance was the first of several acts which were the entertainment for the evening. We were followed by a group of gentleman who told a story, instruments players, and even a local singer. After we were finished drumming we retired to our tatami room to have a small feast of festival food; ramen, fried chicken, french fries, and takoyaki.

After dinner I went on a little walk on the temple grounds. As I said the Ajisai flowers are in bloom right now, so the grounds are covered in bushes with bunches of blue, pink, and purple flowers. There is a path that winds up the side of the mountain and then loops back down in a return path, but since it was so dark and rainy I could not see much while I was walking. Normally there are lanterns and candles lining everything during the festival, but since there was so much rain they were unable to completely light everything up this year.





On Monday, after work, I returned to the temple so I could see more of it in the daylight. It is absolutely charming! I walked up the path again, this time able to see all the flowers and scenery around me. I also discovered that the path is lined with statues of different Buddhist figures who each protect people of a specific year in the Chinese zodiac.


The steps leading up to the temple, separate staircases for men and women.



Protector of Year of the Horse people
The altar inside the temple