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Obaa-chan in the cloud project with Waseda Business School

Cindy, Chee Ming, Michael and Naveen,

 

Just want to say THANK YOU for giving an wonderful opportunity to our students. 

 

Most of them have never done "design thinking" exercise, so I believe they learned a lot --- although it was an extremely condensed version.

 

Hope ideas generated through the exercises gave some insight to Michael.

 

I am enclosing photos we took. Feel free to use/upload the photos if you want!

 

Thank you again, for everything!

 

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Hiroshi Kanno

 

Professor
Waseda Business School

īŧˆGraduate School of Business and Financeīŧ‰

Waseda University

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Colt Bike Ride Sponsorship

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The seven Colt Asia riders will join the other 100+ "Colties" to ride 600km distance over 4 days between Milan and Rome. The funds raised through this site will be donated to a charity, "YouMeWe", that works to empower and enhance the lives of children in Japan.

Please donate generously to help make the difference to the lives of those children.

All donors will receive a letter from YouMeWe on behalf of the children they support to thank them for their donation.

Best regards,

Colt Charity Ride Fund Raising Team

@Colt Asia

CLICK HERE TO DONATE:

https://gogetfunding.com/empowering-and-enriching-orphans-in-japan-2/

 

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Career Assessment / Mentoring

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Career Assessment / Mentoring

When children turn 15, we offer career assessment testing so they can recognize their aptitude for certain subject matters, as well as potential developing interests. Test results highlight types of courses they might study in university or technical school, as well as a ranked list of jobs associated with their specific results. We analyze the results and provide guidance on how best to move forward. Would they be interested in an internship opportunity? Do they need counseling on university or technical school options? Or maybe they would like tutoring support in a particular area. The test results set a conversation in motion to help guide children on their future possibilities and the correlating steps that follow these options. Providing kids with several years of preparation and training before they start the job search or university equips them with so much more confidence and experience.

Career Mentoring

Seeking professionals who are willing to be paired with a child (normally 15 years old +) as they look to develop a career path. This includes mapping out a general plan with milestone markers to help them reach their goals. In addition, provide specific training and preparation tools such as interview scenarios, email correspondence etiquette, meeting presentation skills and using software in real-world scenarios (excel spreadsheet, PPT slides, etc.). We require a commitment of a quarterly meeting either at the home or online.  We ask for this commitment to continue until the child reaches the age of 18.

Interested in supporting Career Assessment/Mentoring programs in the future?
We are interested in hearing from companies that are able to offer special internship opportunities to kids who have proven themselves to be dedicated in their academic studies as well as their ability to make a serious commitment towards their future. These internships can help provide real-world experiences that will bring tremendous value to their future career and overall maturity. If you would like to discuss possible internship opportunities, please contact [email protected]

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YouMeWe Newsletter May 2018

CLICK HERE :From the desk of YouMeWe.

 

 

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Press Release:Colt、CSRパãƒŧトナãƒŧYouMeWeぎ児įĢĨ養譎æ–Ŋč¨­ãŽå­ãŠã‚‚ã‚’ ã‚ĩポãƒŧãƒˆã™ã‚‹ãƒ•ã‚Ąãƒŗãƒ‰ãƒŦã‚¤ã‚¸ãƒŗã‚°ãƒ—ãƒ­ã‚¸ã‚§ã‚¯ãƒˆã€ŒIVA C.A.R.E.S.」を支援

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2018åš´4月 30æ—Ĩ

Coltテクノロジãƒŧã‚ĩãƒŧビ゚æ Ēåŧäŧšį¤ž

Colt、CSRパãƒŧトナãƒŧYouMeWeぎ児įĢĨ養譎æ–Ŋč¨­ãŽå­ãŠã‚‚ã‚’

ã‚ĩポãƒŧãƒˆã™ã‚‹ãƒ•ã‚Ąãƒŗãƒ‰ãƒŦã‚¤ã‚¸ãƒŗã‚°ãƒ—ãƒ­ã‚¸ã‚§ã‚¯ãƒˆã€ŒIVA C.A.R.E.S.」を支援

ColtグãƒĢãƒŧプぎAPAC部門としãĻæŗ•äēē向けåēƒå¸¯åŸŸãƒãƒƒãƒˆãƒ¯ãƒŧクをグロãƒŧバãƒĢã§åą•é–‹ã™ã‚‹Colt テクノロジãƒŧã‚ĩãƒŧビ゚æ Ēåŧäŧšį¤žīŧˆæœŦį¤žīŧšæąäēŦéƒŊ港åŒē、äģŖčĄ¨å–ᎠåŊšį¤žé•ˇã€ã‚ĸジã‚ĸCCOå…ŧã‚ĸジã‚ĸäģŖčĄ¨īŧšæ—ĨįŊŽåĨäēŒã€äģĨ下「Colt」īŧ‰ã¯ã€2018嚴ぎCSRパãƒŧトナãƒŧであり、児įĢĨ養譎æ–Ŋč¨­ã§č‚˛ã¤å­ãŠã‚‚é”ã‚’æ”¯æ´ã™ã‚‹NPO囪äŊ“YouMeWeãŽãƒ•ã‚Ąãƒŗãƒ‰ãƒŦã‚¤ã‚¸ãƒŗã‚°ãƒ—ãƒ­ã‚¸ã‚§ã‚¯ãƒˆã€ã€ŒIVA C.A.R.E.S.(Curiosity, Action, Reflection, Embracing and Sharing)īŧˆäģĨ下、Iva C.A.R.E.S.īŧ‰ã€ã‚’åŋœæ´ã—ãĻいることをおįŸĨらせしぞす。イゎãƒĒ゚äēēåĨŗæ€§ã‚¤ãƒ´ã‚ĄãƒģãƒĄãƒƒã‚­īŧˆIva Mekkiīŧ‰æ°ãŒæąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄãĢįĢ‹ãĄå¯„ã‚ŠãĒãŒã‚‰æąäēŦからäēŦéƒŊãžã§æ­Šããƒ•ã‚Ąãƒŗãƒ‰ãƒŦã‚¤ã‚¸ãƒŗã‚°ã™ã‚‹ã€ŒIVA C.A.R.E.S.」は、2018åš´3月20æ—ĨãĢæąäēŦを゚ã‚ŋãƒŧトし、4月26æ—ĨãĢäēŦéƒŊãĢåˆ°į€ã—ãžã—ãŸã€‚

YouMeWeã¯ã€æąäēŦã‚’æ‹ į‚šãĢ10åš´äģĨ上ãĢæ¸Ąã‚ŠNPOīŧˆéžå–ļåˆŠå›ŖäŊ“īŧ‰ã¨ã—ãĻæ´ģ動しãĻいぞす。YouMeWeぎæ´ģå‹•į›Žįš„ã¯ã€å…įĢĨ養譎æ–Ŋč¨­ã§č‚˛ã¤å­äž›é”ã‚’æ”¯æ´ã—ã€åŊŧらぎ大å­Ļ進å­Ļや専門å­Ļæ Ąã¸ãŽé“ã‚’æ‰‹åŠŠã‘ã™ã‚‹äē‹ã§ã™ã€‚子䞛達が18æ­ŗãĢãĒりæ–Ŋč¨­ã‚’é›ĸれãĒければãĒらãĒい時ãĢ、将æĨåŽ‰åŽšã—ãŸčˇæĨ­ãĢã¤ãé‡‘éŠ­įš„ãĢã‚‚į¤žäŧšäēēとしãĻč‡ĒįĢ‹ã—ãĻいかれるよう支援しãĻいぞす。

47éƒŊ道åēœįœŒã‚’歊いãĻč¨Ēã‚Œã‚‹č¨ˆį”ģをįĢ‹ãĻãĻã„ãŸãƒĄãƒƒã‚­æ°ã¯ã€YouMeWeãŽãƒŸãƒƒã‚ˇãƒ§ãƒŗãĢčŗ›åŒã—ã€YouMeWeãŽãƒ•ã‚Ąãƒŗãƒ‰ãƒŦイã‚ļãƒŧとしãĻ旅をすることをæąēめぞした。æœŦãƒ—ãƒ­ã‚¸ã‚§ã‚¯ãƒˆã¯ã€æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄãĢįĢ‹ãĄå¯„ã‚ŠæąäēŦからäēŦéƒŊぞで歊くことから始ぞり、児įĢĨ養譎æ–Ŋč¨­ã‚’č¨Ēå•ã—å­ãŠã‚‚é”ã‹ã‚‰ãã‚Œãžã‚Œčˆˆå‘ŗãŽã‚ã‚‹ã“ã¨ã‚’æ›¸ã„ãŸæŠ˜ã‚Šéļ´ã‚’受け取りãĒがらäēŦéƒŊãĢ向かいぞした。旅ぎ様子をブログãĢæŽ˛čŧ‰ã—ã€å­ãŠã‚‚ãŸãĄãĢ元気を与えると同時ãĢ、YouMeWeãŽãƒŸãƒƒã‚ˇãƒ§ãƒŗã‚’åēƒã‚ã€å¯„äģ˜ã‚’å‹ŸãŖãĻいぞす。

    

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äēŦéƒŊãĢåˆ°į€ã™ã‚‹ãžã§ãŽæ¯Žæ—ĨãŽæ—…ãŽæ§˜å­ã‚’æŽ˛čŧ‰ã—ãĻã„ã‚‹ãƒ–ãƒ­ã‚°ã¯ã€ã“ãĄã‚‰ã‚’ã”čĻ§ãã ã•ã„ã€‚

YouMeWeぎã‚Ļェブã‚ĩイトīŧˆæ—ĨæœŦčĒžīŧ‰ã€€https://www.youmewenpo.org/news/  

ã‚¤ãƒ´ã‚ĄãƒģãƒĄãƒƒã‚­æ°ãŽã‚Ļェブã‚ĩイトīŧˆč‹ąčĒžīŧ‰ã€€http://www.ivamekki.com/

æœŦãƒ•ã‚Ąãƒŗãƒ‰ãƒŦã‚¤ã‚¸ãƒŗã‚°ãƒ—ãƒ­ã‚¸ã‚§ã‚¯ãƒˆãŽåŽį›Šã¯ã€æ—ĨæœŦ抋ãƒģäēŦéƒŊ間ãĢある児įĢĨ養譎æ–Ŋč¨­ã‚’ã‚ĩポãƒŧトするためãĢäŊŋわれるäēˆåŽšã§ã™ã€‚

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YouMeWeīŧˆå‰ĩ設者īŧšãƒžã‚¤ã‚ąãƒĢãƒģクãƒŦãƒĸãƒŗã‚ēīŧˆMichael Clemonsīŧ‰īŧ‰ã¯ã€ã€æąäēŦã‚’æ‹ į‚šãĢ10åš´äģĨ上ãĢわたり児įĢĨ養譎æ–Ŋč¨­ã§č‚˛ã¤å­ãŠã‚‚ãŸãĄã‚’ã‚ĩポãƒŧトしãĻいるNPO囪äŊ“です。最重čĻãƒŸãƒƒã‚ˇãƒ§ãƒŗã¯ 、児įĢĨ養譎æ–Ŋč¨­ã§č‚˛ã¤å­ãŠã‚‚é”ãŒæ–Ŋč¨­ã‚’é›ĸれる18æ­ŗãĢãĒãŖãŸæ™‚ãĢ、大å­Ļや専門å­Ļæ Ąã¸é€˛å­Ļã‚„å°ąčˇãŒã§ããĻįĩŒæ¸ˆįš„ãĢį‹ŦįĢ‹ã™ã‚‹ãŸã‚ãĢ十分ãĒčƒŊ力をもつことをã‚ĩポãƒŧトするäē‹ã§ã™ã€‚

ä¸ģãĢã€ã‚­ãƒŖãƒĒã‚ĸåŊĸ成プログナム、デジã‚ŋãƒĢãƒĒãƒ†ãƒŠã‚ˇãƒŧãƒ—ãƒ­ã‚°ãƒŠãƒ ã€ã‚ŗãƒŸãƒĨãƒ‹ã‚ąãƒŧã‚ˇãƒ§ãƒŗīŧˆč¨€čĒžãƒģã‚ĸãƒŧトīŧ‰ãƒ—ログナムを通しãĻã‚ĩポãƒŧトしãĻã„ãžã™ã€‚įžåœ¨ãƒ‡ã‚¸ã‚ŋãƒĢ゚キãƒĢは働く上でåŋ…čρãĒ゚キãƒĢãƒģįŸĨč­˜ã¨ãĒãŖãĻいぞすが、児įĢĨ養譎æ–Ŋč¨­ã§č‚˛ã¤å­ãŠã‚‚ãŸãĄã¯åŒåš´äģŖãŽå­ãŠã‚‚達と比ずãĻã‚¤ãƒŗã‚ŋãƒŧネットへぎã‚ĸクã‚ģ゚が限られãĻおり、デジã‚ŋãƒĢ゚キãƒĢぎįŋ’åž—ã‚’ã‚ĩポãƒŧトすることはįĩŒæ¸ˆįš„č‡ĒįĢ‹ãŽæ”¯æ´ãĢįš‹ãŒã‚Šãžã™ã€‚

YouMeWeãŽčŠŗį´°ãĢついãĻã¯ã€ã“ãĄã‚‰ã‚’ã”čĻ§ãã ã•ã„ã€‚ https://www.youmewenpo.org/ 

 

Colt ãĢついãĻ

Coltã¯ã€å…ˆé€˛įš„ãĒåēƒå¸¯åŸŸãƒãƒƒãƒˆãƒ¯ãƒŧクã‚ĩãƒŧビ゚ぎ提䞛ãĢã‚ˆãŖãĻ饧åŽĸぎデジã‚ŋãƒĢãƒģãƒˆãƒŠãƒŗã‚šãƒ•ã‚ŠãƒŧãƒĄãƒŧã‚ˇãƒ§ãƒŗã‚’åŽŸįžã™ã‚‹ãƒĒãƒŧダãƒŧäŧæĨ­ã§ã™ã€‚Colt IQ ネットワãƒŧクは、ヨãƒŧロッパ、ã‚ĸジã‚ĸãŠã‚ˆãŗåŒ—įąŗãŽä¸ģčρéƒŊ市ãĢãĻ800äģĨ上ぎデãƒŧã‚ŋã‚ģãƒŗã‚ŋãƒŧãŠã‚ˆãŗ25,000äģĨä¸ŠãŽå•†į”¨ãƒ“ãƒĢįž¤ã‚’æŽĨįļšã—ãĻおり、さらãĢæ‹Ąå¤§ã—įļšã‘ãĻいぞす。

ぞたColtは、これぞでã‚Ģ゚ã‚ŋマãƒŧãƒģãƒ•ã‚Ąãƒŧã‚šãƒˆãŽį†åŋĩãĢåŸēãĨいãĻã‚ĩãƒŧビ゚を提䞛し、大量ぎデãƒŧã‚ŋã‚’æ‰ąã†äŧæĨ­ã‚’中åŋƒãĢã€į´„30ãƒļå›Ŋ、200äģĨ上ぎéƒŊ市ãĢæ‹ į‚šã‚’įŊŽããŠåŽĸ様よりéĢ˜ã„čŠ•äžĄã‚’é ‚ã„ãĻいるãģか、SDNīŧˆSoftware-Defined Networkīŧ‰ã¨NFVīŧˆãƒãƒƒãƒˆãƒ¯ãƒŧク抟čƒŊäģŽæƒŗåŒ–īŧ‰åˆ†é‡ŽãĢãŠã‘ã‚‹éŠæ–°įš„ã‹ã¤å…ˆé€˛įš„ãĒäŧæĨ­ã¨ã—ãĻもåēƒãčĒįŸĨされãĻいぞす。

ColtはæĨ­į•Œã§ã‚‚åŽ‰åŽšã—ãŸč˛ĄæēåŸēį›¤ãŽã‚‚ã¨ã€įĢļäē‰åŠ›ãŽéĢ˜ã„äžĄæ ŧã§æœ€č‰¯ãŽã‚Ģ゚ã‚ŋマãƒŧãƒģエク゚ペãƒĒã‚¨ãƒŗã‚šã‚’æäž›ã—ãĻいぞす。

čŠŗį´°ãĢついãĻはColtぎã‚Ļェブã‚ĩイトをごčĻ§ãã ã•ã„ã€‚http://www.colt.net/ja

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Coltテクノロジãƒŧã‚ĩãƒŧビ゚PR担åŊ“īŧšå¤šį”°īŧåŽŽæ´Ĩīŧå¯’į”°

TEL: 03-5404-0640  FAX: 03-5404-7120

E-Mail: [email protected]

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Press Release: Colt Supports “IVA C.A.R.E.S.” Fundraising Project for Children in Orphanages with CSR Partner YouMeWe

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Colt Supports “IVA C.A.R.E.S.” Fundraising Project for Children in Orphanages with CSR Partner YouMeWe

Tokyo, 30 April 2018 â€“Colt Technology Services announced that Colt is supporting the IVA C.A.R.E.S. (Curiosity, Action, Reflection, Embracing and Sharing) fundraising project carried out by the NPO YouMeWe, Colt’s 2018 CSR partner which supports children growing up in orphanages. IVA C.A.R.E.S. is conducting fundraising with Iva Mekki of Great Britain. Iva has traveled the historic Tokaido road, stopping at each of the 53 stations along the way. Starting in Tokyo on March 20, 2018, she made the journey to Kyoto on foot, arriving safely on April 26. 

The group of YouMeWe has been operating out of Tokyo for over a decade and recently formed as a NPO. Their most important mission is to support children growing up in orphanages in order to enable them to advance to university or vocational school, gain employment and gain necessary skills to become economically independent when they leave the facilities at the age of 18.

Ms. Mekki, who plans to walk through all 47 prefectures of Japan, sympathized with the YouMeWe mission and decided to use her journey as a fundraiser for the organization. The Project began with Ms. Mekki departing from Tokyo on foot. On her way to Kyoto, she visited orphanages and collected paper cranes from the children with messages about their interests. Posting the details of her journey on her blog as she went, she provided encouragement to the children she met, all while spreading the mission of YouMeWe and calling for donations.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;Ms. Iva Mekki&gt;

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See the link below for her blog detailing each day of her journey.

YouMeWe website (Japanese)  https://www.youmewenpo.org/news/

Iva Mekki’s website (English)     http://www.ivamekki.com/

 

The funds raised in the project will be used to support orphanages between Nihonbashi and Kyoto as well as our Designing Artists Academy Camp (DAA).

 

About YouMeWe

YouMeWe (Founder: Michael Clemons) is an NPO based in Tokyo that has been supporting children growing up in orphanages for over a decade. Their most important mission is to support children raised in orphanages to enable them to advance to university or vocational school, gain employment and gain necessary skills to become economically independent when they leave the facilities at the age of 18.

YouMeWe primarily provides support through career building programs, digital literacy programs, and communication (language and art) programs. At present, digital skills are essential for modern jobs, but Internet access for children growing up in orphanages is limited compared to other children of the same age. Supporting the acquisition of digital skills will allow these children to have better economic opportunities in the future.

Please see the following link for details on YouMeWe. https://www.youmewenpo.org/  

About Colt
Colt aims to be the leader in enabling customers’ digital transformation through agile and on-demand, high bandwidth solutions. The Colt IQ Network connects over 800 data centers across Europe, Asia, and North America’s largest business hubs, with over 25,000 on net buildings and growing.

Colt has built its reputation on putting customers first. Customers include data-intensive organizations spanning over 200 cities in nearly 30 countries. Colt is a recognized innovator and pioneer in Software Defined Networks (SDN) and Network Function Virtualisation (NFV). Privately owned, Colt is one of the most financially sound companies in its industry and able to provide the best customer experience at a competitive price. For more information, please visit www.colt.net.

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Nola Pocock -Director - Global Communications, PR & AR

+447917714377[email protected]

 

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A very special thanks to Balloon Circus

Connectivity Matters!

From an enquiry email last year to lighting up the faces of dozens and dozens of children at Iwate's Taiyo Gakuen, Sendai Tensien, Fukushima Aiikuen, Shirakawa Gakuen;Tokyo's St.Francis Home, St.Joseph's home, Kiyose Kodomo no ie, Matsubaen; Nagoya's Wakamatsu Ryo and Jiyugakuen.

Crossing oceans, cultures and languages. Laughter and play are the real bridge connecting us all!

http://www.ballooncircus.org

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Iva C.A.R.E.S. reaches Kyoto at the end of your Walk-a-thon...

Just as technology has brought these antique prints alive like those of the 53 Stations of Tokaido, we wish to bring the curiosity of the children alive using technology.

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1+5+16+30+459+600+30,000=Iva C.A.R.E.S.

 

1 person is all it takes at YouMeWe to make a difference and that person is Iva Mekki. She started on a journey from Nihonbashi to Kyoto because she heard that only 5% of the children living in institutional homes have access to WiFi. She learned that only 16% vs the national average of 60% go on to university. She walked.....for 30 days from Nihonbashi to Kyoto along the 53 stations of Tokaido 459 kilometers spreading the word of www.youmewenpo.org  There are over 600 homes in Japan with 30,000 children.

YouMeWe is a NPO to help the children not only gain access to WiFi but once they have access, to take a career assessment test to open up their eyes to the horizon of possibilities in their futures.  We request all children in the homes we have relationships with at 15 years old to take the career assessment test and once completed, we offer English training through www.nightzookeeper.com and are currently in the process of matching them with mentors in the community who can work with them from 15-18 in order to prepare them for a job after they leave high school.

The 53 Stations of the Tōkaidō (æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄ Tōkaidō GojÅĢsan-tsugi)The Tōkaidō road, linking the Shogun's capital, Edo, to the imperial one, Kyoto was the main travel and transport artery of old Japan. It was developed during the Edo Period to further stâ€Ļ

The 53 Stations of the Tōkaidō (æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄ Tōkaidō GojÅĢsan-tsugi)

The Tōkaidō road, linking the Shogun's capital, Edo, to the imperial one, Kyoto was the main travel and transport artery of old Japan. It was developed during the Edo Period to further strengthen the shogunate control over the whole country.

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Iva Mekki is started her Iva C.A.R.E.S. (Curiousity, Action, Reflection, Embracing and Sharing) 1 year journey across the 47 Prefectures in March 2018.

Starting from watching NHK documentaries with an elderly friend every morning, Iva's deep curiosity of Japan and its people has been sparked and she has now made it a mission to visit every prefecture of Japan by foot.

Along the way, she stopped by homes and spread the news of YouMeWe NPO and collected origami cranes from children with their own curiosities written on it, so that they may be inspired to explore what deeply interests them too. 

Below are origami cranes and curiosities collected from children in Matsubaen homes in Tokyo.

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Her journey started by from the historical Nihonbashi in Tokyo, and followed the Tokaido route to Kyoto, along the famous 53 stations. This trip has brought us to our 10th anniversary of Designing Artists Academy in Summer "The HeART of the city" where we have artists volunteering to teach the children of the homes various art forms over a week and a half.

Our 53 Stations of IOT

In order to scale the DIGITAL CITIZENS program for YouMeWe NPO , we endeavored on a funding campaign along with Iva to raise funds for the orphanages.

With the funds raised we will support the children’s homes between Nihonbashi and Kyoto (or homes in Tokyo and Nagoya) in collaboration with Santa & Friends through the purchase of items or services that they need for the homes, and for our annual DAA Arts Camp.

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Day 33,34,35,36 of Iva C.A.R.E.S. Walk-a-thon to Kyoto

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Yes, you've already heard. I've made it to Kyoto!!!

ãã†ã§ã™ã€‚ã‚‚ã†čžã„ãĻいるかもしれãĒいけれおも、とうとうäēŦéƒŊãĢį€ããžã—ãŸ!!!

 

But hey, let's do this chronologically shall we? :)

ã ã‘ãŠãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨åž…ãŖãĻã€ãĄã‚ƒã‚“ã¨æ™‚é–“ã‚’éĄãŖãĻãŋãĻãŋぞしょう。įŦ‘饔

 

Day 33. I woke up in the monk's house. Slept amazingly. While his wife is preparing breakfast, the monk gives me presents: four keychains for my family, some photos of tokaido ukiyoe, a beautiful thread-cover notebook with a tokaido ukiyoe on it and a few prayers inside,  and power stone bracelet.

įŦŦ33æ—Ĩį›Žã€‚å’Œå°šã•ã‚“ãŽåŽļã§į›ŽčĻšã‚ã‚‹ã€‚ã¨ãĻã‚‚č‰¯ãįœ ã‚ŒãŸã€‚åĨĨã•ã‚“ãŒæœã”ã¯ã‚“ã‚’į”¨æ„ã—ãĻいる間、和尚さんがプãƒŦã‚ŧãƒŗãƒˆã‚’ãã‚Œã‚‹ã€‚į§ãŽåŽļ族ぎ分もåĢめãĻ4つぎキãƒŧホãƒĢダãƒŧã¨ã€æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄãŽæĩŽä¸–įĩĩãŽå†™įœŸã€æĩŽä¸–įĩĩぎįĩĩãŒčĄ¨į´™ãĢãĒãŖãĻいãĻ中ãĢ嚞つかぎおįĨˆã‚ŠãŒã‚るとãĻもįļēéē—ãĒį´é–‰ã˜ãŽãƒŽãƒŧトブック、そしãĻã”åˆŠį›ŠãŽã‚ã‚‹įŸŗãŽãƒ–ãƒŦ゚ãƒŦット。

 

How so surprising and extremely kind and thoughtful!!!

とãĻもå„ĒしくãĻã€ãŗãŖãã‚Šã§ã€ã¨ãĻもåŋƒãŒį¯­ãŖãĻいる!!!

 

There was something extra special about his presents too. It was as if he knew exactly what was right for me. From the notebook to the composition of the stones of the bracelet. In some ways, it was more right than I could have known myself...

åŊŧぎプãƒŦã‚ŧãƒŗãƒˆãĢã¯į‰šãĢæˇąã„æ„å‘ŗãŒã‚ã‚‹ã€‚åŊŧãŒãžã‚‹ã§ã€į§ãĢã¨ãŖãĻäŊ•が一į•ĒであるかをįŸĨãŖãĻいたようãĒ感じ。ノãƒŧトブックからブãƒŦ゚ãƒŦãƒƒãƒˆãŽåž‹ãžã§ã€‚å¤šåˆ†ã€į§ãŒč‡Ēåˆ†ã§į†č§Ŗã—ãĻいたäģĨ上ãĢᧁãĢã¨ãŖãĻč‰¯ã„ãŽã ã¨æ€ã†ã€‚

 

We have breakfast with his son, chat, and then at 9, the husband goes to start his prayers and the son drives me to where they picked me up last evening. As we say goodbye and I thank the wife, she says it was her happiness and that I should return. I'm so touched and wished I could communicate how grateful I am!

åŊŧãŽæ¯å­ã•ã‚“ã¨æœã”ã¯ã‚“ã‚’éŖŸãšãĻ、おしゃずりをし、そしãĻ9時ãĢ、和尚さんはおįĩŒã‚’始め、息子さんが昨æ—ĨčŋŽãˆãĻãã‚ŒãŸã¨ã“ã‚ãžã§é€ãŖãĻくれた。さよãĒã‚‰ã‚’č¨€ãŖãĻåĨĨさんãĢおį¤ŧã‚’č¨€ã†ã¨ã€į§ãŒãžãŸæˆģるぎがåŊŧåĨŗãŽåš¸ã›ã ã¨č¨€ãŖãŸã€‚とãĻも感動しãĻã€ãŠã‚Œã ã‘æœ‰ã‚Šé›Ŗã„ã‹ã‚’ã‚‚ãŖã¨ããĄã‚“ã¨äŧãˆã‚‰ã‚Œã‚Œã°ã‚ˆã‹ãŖãŸã¨æ€ãŖãŸã€‚

 

Tokaido. Back to the tokaido.

æąæĩˇé“ã ã€‚ãžãŸæąæĩˇé“へæˆģãŖãŸã€‚

 

Some days are so magical that it seems like one long dream. Today was such a day. I passed by lush forests, large rivers, ancient trees and shrines, watched turtles climb out of a lake and just chill on a pipeline.

時ãĢã¯ã€ãžã‚‹ã§é­”æŗ•ãŽã‚ˆã†ã§ã€1ã¤ãŽé•ˇã„å¤ĸかと思う。ä슿—ĨはそんãĒæ—Ĩã ãŖãŸã€‚æˇąãčŒ‚ãŖãŸæŖŽãŽå´ã‚„ã€åšžã¤ã‹ãŽå¤§ããĒåˇã€å¤§æ˜”ãŽæœ¨ã€…ã€åšžã¤ã‹ãŽįĨžį¤žãŽæ¨Ēã‚’é€˛ã‚“ã ã€äē€ãŒæš–からå‡ēãĻį™ģãŖãĻきãĻパイプでäŧ‘むぎをčĻ‹ãŸã€‚

 

Realizing I had crossed into Mie-ken was exciting! Until I heard people talk. They sound so different! An old man asked the usual where/when/whats and then showed me an old house from Meiji period and I had to try really hard to understand his accent!

ä¸‰é‡įœŒã¸ãĄã‚‡ã†ãŠå…ĨãŖãŸäē‹ãĢ気がつくīŧã€€ãã—ãĻäēēãŽåŖ°ãŒčžã“ãˆã‚‹ã€‚č¨€č‘‰ãŒéšåˆ†é•ã†ã‚ˆã†ãĢčžã“ãˆã‚‹īŧãŠã˜ã„さんがいつもぎようãĢ、äŊ•å‡ĻからæĨたぎか、äŊ•時æĨたぎか、äŊ•をしãĻいるぎか、と尋ねた。そしãĻ、明æ˛ģ時äģŖã‹ã‚‰ãŽå¤ã„åŽļをčĻ‹ã›ãĻくれた。åŊŧãŽæ–šč¨€ã‚’į†č§Ŗã—ã‚ˆã†ã¨į§ã¯åŋ…æ­ģã ãŖãŸīŧ

 

Before the sun sets, a golden light fills the skies and filters through the tree leaves. Everything looks magical in such light.

æ—ĨãŒæ˛ˆã‚€å‰ãĢ、įŠēがéģ„é‡‘č‰˛ã§æē€ãŸã•れ、 木々ぎ間を光がåˆēす。こんãĒ光ぎ中では、全ãĻãŒé­”æŗ•ãŽã‚ˆã†ã ã€‚

 

When the sun sets and darkness takes over, it's me, traditional houses, and the stars. I keep walking. Eventually, I find a place to camp but very desperate for a bathroom and none it sight (the agony!) I dash into a restaurant to use theirs.

æ—ĨãŒæ˛ˆãŋ暗闇がčĻ†ã†ã€į§ã¨ã€äŧįĩąįš„ãĒåŽļ々、そしãĻ星だけãĢãĒる。歊きįļšã‘ã‚‹ã€‚ã‚„ãŖã¨ã‚­ãƒŖãƒŗãƒ—ã™ã‚‹å ´æ‰€ã‚’čĻ‹ã¤ã‘ã‚‹ãŒã€ãƒˆã‚¤ãƒŦãĢčĄŒããŸããĻしょうがãĒい。おこãĢもčĻ‹åŊ“たらãĒい。īŧˆã“れはč‹Ļį—›ã īŧīŧ‰į§ã¯ãƒŦã‚šãƒˆãƒŠãƒŗãĢčĩ°ã‚Šã“んでäŊŋわせãĻã‚‚ã‚‰ãŖãŸã€‚

 

As soon as I walk it, everyone stops and stares. Not the usual split-second stare, but a i-will-indulge-in-a-good-few-seconds stare. Multiple times. I don't mind staring, I understand I am a strange sight in Japan haha, but as I had to compose just enough civility to make it to the bathroom, it was a bit awkward haha.

į§ãŒæ­Šãã¨ã€įš†ãŒæ­ĸãžã‚Šį§ã‚’čĻ‹ã‚‹ã€‚ã„ã¤ã‚‚ãŽãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨čĻ‹ã‚‹ã ã‘ãŽã‚‚ãŽã˜ã‚ƒãĒã„ã€‚é•ˇã„2,3į§’ã‹ã‘ãĻã˜ãŖãã‚ŠčĻ‹ã‚‹ã‚„ã¤ã ã€‚äŊ•åēĻも。čĻ‹ã‚‰ã‚Œã‚‹ãŽã¯æ°—ãĢãĒらãĒã„ã€‚į§ãŒæ—ĨæœŦã§ã¯įã—ã„ã ã‚ã†ã‹ã‚‰ãã‚Œã¯åˆ†ã‹ã‚‹ã€įŦ‘ã€‚ã—ã‹ã—ã€į§ã¯ãƒˆã‚¤ãƒŦãžã§čĄŒãæ™‚ãĢ、į„ĻãŖãĻいãĒã„é›°å›˛æ°—ã‚’å‡ēさãĒければãĒらãĒã‹ãŖãŸã€‚ã¨ãĻã‚‚æ°—ãžãšã‹ãŖãŸã€ã¯ã¯ã€‚

 

Camped at the edge of mountains. Little, rough sleep,  but when stars are shining above you, it doesn't really matter.

åąąãŽéē“ã§ã‚­ãƒŖãƒŗãƒ—ã‚’ã—ãŸã€‚å°‘ã—åŧˇčĄŒãŽįĄįœ ã€‚ã—ã‹ã—æ˜ŸãŒįœŸä¸Šã§čŧã„ãĻいるし、気ãĢしãĒい。

 

Day 34. Lovely walk, beautiful weather, stunning scenery. The scenery here is perhaps the best so far! Steep climbs through thick trees. Hidden stone shrines. Gushing rivers and little water falls. At one point I find myself stuck on a highway with massive trucks zooming past me (scary!) but then I spot a sakura and all is well (they were fading away in Shizuoka!)

įŦŦ34æ—Ĩį›Žã€‚æ°—æŒãĄãŽč‰¯ã„åž’æ­Šã ã€‚å¤Šæ°—ã‚‚į´ æ™´ã‚‰ã—ã„ã€į›Žã‚’čĻ‹åŧĩるようãĒæ™¯č‰˛ã€‚ã“ã“ãŽæ™¯č‰˛ã¯äģŠãžã§ã§ä¸€į•ĒかもしれãĒいīŧį”Ÿã„čŒ‚ãŖãŸæœ¨ã€…ãŽä¸­ãŽæ€Ĩå‚ã‚’é€˛ã‚€ã€‚éš ã‚ŒãŸįŸŗãŽįĨžį¤žãŒåšžã¤ã‹čĻ‹ã¤ã‹ã‚‹ã€‚æŋ€æĩãŽåˇã‚„į€§ã€‚é€”ä¸­ã§ã€å¤§é€šã‚Šã§äŊ•台かぎ大きãĒãƒˆãƒŠãƒƒã‚¯ãŒį§ãŽæ¨Ēを駆け抜けãĻčĄŒããŽã§æ­ĸぞらãĒければãĒらãĒã‹ãŖãŸīŧˆæ€–い怖いīŧīŧ‰ã—ã‹ã—ã€ããŽåžŒæĄœã‚’čĻ‹ã¤ã‘ãŸãŽã§ã€ã™ãšãĻã¯č‰¯ã—ã€‚īŧˆé™å˛Ąã§ã¯æĄœã¯æŽĩã€…æ•ŖãŖãĻいたんだīŧīŧ‰

 

I nap in a field of grass and wake up to a man speaking. Right before me on the road is a group of Japanese ppl with a guide. And yes, I can smell it off them...fellow tokaido walkers! I joined them for a short while and had a chat then got back to the route alone.

č‰ãŽį•‘ã§ã˛ã¨å¯ã—ãĻã€į”ˇãŽäēēãŒčŠąã™ãŽãĢį›Žã‚’čĻšãžã™ã€‚į§ãŽå‰ãŽé“ãĢは、ã‚Ŧã‚¤ãƒ‰ã•ã‚“ã¨ä¸€įˇ’ãŽæ—ĨæœŦäēēぎグãƒĢãƒŧプがいる。そしãĻã€ãã†ã€į§ãĢã¯åˆ†ã‹ã‚‹ã€ã€ã€åŒã˜æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄã‚’歊くäģ˛é–“達だīŧåŊŧã‚‰ã¨å°‘ã—ä¸€įˇ’ãĢ歊き、おしゃずりをしãĻ、ぞたį‹ŦりãƒĢãƒŧトへæˆģる。

 

An old lady shows me around a tokaido musuem (note: while I struggle to understand her accent!) and at last, even though nature is by far by favourite scenery, I am glad to make it to a town with a shopping mall. Food. Laundry. And a massive park to camp in. Exhausted, I fall asleep at 9pm.

ãŠåŠ†ã•ã‚“ãŒæąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄãŽåšį‰Šé¤¨ã‚’æĄˆå†…ã—ãĻくれる。īŧˆæŗ¨īŧšį§ãŽæ–šã¯ã€åŊŧåĨŗãŽæ–šč¨€ã‚’į†č§Ŗã—ã‚ˆã†ã¨ä¸€į”Ÿæ‡¸å‘Ŋīŧīŧ‰ãã—ãĻ、ついãĢã€į§ã¯č‡Ēį„ļが断į„ļãĢåĨŊきãĒæ™¯č‰˛ã ã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚ã€å•†åē—čĄ—ãŽã‚ã‚‹į”ēãĢį€ã„ãŸãŽã¯åŦ‰ã—ã„ã€‚éŖŸäē‹ã€æ´—æŋ¯ã€‚そしãĻã‚­ãƒŖãƒŗãƒ—ãŽã§ãã‚‹å¤§ããĒå…Ŧ園。ヘトヘトで、9時ãĢ寝ãĻしぞう。

 

I wake up to a horrible feeling in my gut. It's 12:30 am. The park is empty and the lights are all out. I look around, see nothing, hear nothing. But the horrible feeling stays. I continue peering in the darkness and finally see something: in the far distance,  two men are walking towards me.

äŊ•かåĻ™ãĒæ‚Ēい感čϚãĢį›ŽãŒčĻšã‚ã‚‹ã€‚æœãŽīŧīŧš30分だ。å…Ŧ園ãĢはčĒ°ã‚‚åą…ãĒく、明かりもæļˆãˆãĻいる。čĻ‹å›žã—ãĻもäŊ•ã‚‚į„Ąã„ã€čžã“ãˆãĒい。しかしãĒãĢかæ‚Ēいä爿„ŸãŒã™ã‚‹ã€‚æš—é—‡ã‚’ãšãŖã¨čĻ‹ã¤ã‚ãĻã„ã‚‹ã¨ã€ã‚„ãŖã¨äŊ•かがčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹ã€‚ãšãŖã¨é ããĢ、äēŒäēēãŽį”ˇãŽäēēãŒį§ãŽæ–šã¸æ­Šã„ãĻくる。

 

Without delay, as quietly as I can, I slip my trainers on, leave my backpack but take my small bag with valuables, and walk away, quickly.

遅れを取らず、できるだけ旊く、トãƒŦãƒŧナãƒŧã‚’į€ãĻ、ãƒĒãƒĨックをįŊŽã„ãŸãžãžã€č˛´é‡å“ãŽå…ĨãŖãŸå°ã•ãĒčĸ‹ã ã‘æŒãŖãĻ歊く。ãĒるずく旊く。

 

I look back. They are still following me. I run up a slope and see a single car parked with its lights on. Perhaps it's their's?  I avoid and look back again and see them again.

垌ろを振りčŋ”る。åŊŧらはぞだčŋŊãŖã‹ã‘ãĻくる。坂ぞでčĩ°ãŖãĻ一台ぎčģŠãŒå…‰ãŒį€ã„たぞぞæ­ĸãžãŖãĻいるぎをčĻ‹ã¤ã‘ã‚‹ã€‚ã‚‚ã—ã‹ã—ãŸã‚‰ã€åŊŧらぎかãĒīŧŸčģŠã‚’éŋけãĻ垌ろをčĻ‹ã‚‹ã€‚ãžã åŊŧらがčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹ã€‚

 

I dash for the main road and speed down at a maintainable speed. Finally, I see a girl walking on the road and feel much better. I look behind me again but they aren't there. They hadn't followed. I make it to a konbini,  dear konbini, and get a coffee and call my best friend.

大通りぞでčĩ°ãŖãĻ、歊ける゚ピãƒŧãƒ‰ãžã§ã‚†ãŖãã‚ŠãĢã—ãŸã€‚ã‚„ãŖã¨ã€1äēēぎåĨŗãŽäēēが道を歊いãĻいるぎをčĻ‹ã¤ã‘ãĻかãĒり厉åŋƒã™ã‚‹ã€‚垌ろをぞた振り向くとåŊŧã‚‰ã¯åą…ãĒい。čŋŊãŖã‹ã‘ãĻはæĨãĒã‹ãŖãŸã€‚ã‚ŗãƒŗãƒ“ãƒ‹ãĢついãĻã€ãŠãŠã‚ŗãƒŗãƒ“ãƒ‹ã‚ˆã€ã‚ŗãƒŧヒãƒŧã‚’č˛ˇãŖãĻčĻĒ友ãĢé›ģčŠąã‚’ã™ã‚‹ã€‚

 

"You know you can't camp anymore, right?"

"Yes, I know"

â€œã‚­ãƒŖãƒŗãƒ—ã¯ã—ãĻはいけãĒã„ãŖãĻäē‹ã¯åˆ†ã‹ãŖãĻるでしょīŧŸâ€

â€œåˆ†ã‹ãŖãĻる。”
 

I stay at the konbini until sunrise (so glad they didn't kick me out) and then go back to get my backpack. My things are scattered everywhere. Was it the two men or a bird? Only reason I question is because my container of kimchi is ripped open haha.

朝æ—ĨãŒã§ã‚‹ãžã§ã‚ŗãƒŗãƒ“ãƒ‹ãĢåą…åē§ã‚‹īŧˆåē—å“Ąã•ã‚“ãĢčŋŊいå‡ēされãĒくãĻč‰¯ã‹ãŖãŸīŧ‰ãã—ãĻ、ãƒĒãƒĨックを取りãĢæˆģã‚‹ã€‚čˇį‰Šã¯ã‚ãĄã“ãĄãĢæ•Ŗã‚‰ã°ãŖãĻã„ãŸã€‚ã•ãŖããŽį”ˇãŽäēē達かそれともéŗĨかīŧŸ äŊ•æ•…ãĒら、キムチぎå…Ĩã‚Œį‰ŠãŒé–‹ã‘ã‚‰ã‚ŒãĻいたからだ、はは。

 

For some reason, when the incident happened I didn't feel fearful. More focused. Even after the event. But the next day, the fear and anger at myself kicked in...but writing this now.is giving me the creeps again, so enough of that :)

それäģĨæĨäŊ•æ•…ã‹į§ã¯æ€–ãŒã‚‰ãĒくãĒãŖãŸã€‚ã‚ˆã‚Šæ—…ãĢæ°—æŒãĄãŒé›†ä¸­ã™ã‚‹ã‚ˆã†ãĢãĒãŖãŸã€‚ããŽåžŒã‚‚ã€‚ã—ã‹ã—ã€æŦĄãŽæ—Ĩ、恐怖と怒りがぞたå‡ēãĻくる、しかしäģŠã¯ã“れを書いãĻいるだけだ。けれおもそれがぞた怖さをぞたå‘ŧãŗæˆģす、もういやだ。įŦ‘饔

 

Day 35. I spend the day reading/talking to my friend, not walking. I needed it. And yes, stayed the night in accommodation.

įŦŦīŧ“īŧ•æ—Ĩį›Žã€‚æœŦをčĒ­ãŋã€å‹é”ã¨čŠąã—ã€ä슿—Ĩは一æ—Ĩ歊かãĒã„ã€‚į§ãĢはåŋ…čĻã ãŖãŸã€‚ãã†ã€ãƒ›ãƒ†ãƒĢã§æŗŠãžã‚Šã€‚

 

Day 36. Checking my gps, it's only 38km to Kyoto! Ready to walk again, I head off before sunrise. Highways, old houses, fairly new houses but generally a late 80s feel to everything. I'm in Shiga-ken already! At one point I hear a girl speaking and wonder what Asian language she is speaking. It's not Chinese or Korean, but wait, I catch a few Japanese words!

įŦŦīŧ“īŧ–æ—Ĩį›Žã€‚GPSをčĻ‹ã‚‹ã¨ã€ã‚ã¨ã‚‚ã†īŧ“īŧ˜ã‚­ãƒ­ã§äēŦéƒŊだīŧãžãŸæ­Šã‘る、朝æ—Ĩぎ前ãĢå‡ēį™ēする。大通り、古いåŽļ々、かãĒり新しいåŽļ々、しかしそれらも大æĻ‚80嚴台ぎ感じがする。もうæģ‹čŗ€įœŒã īŧé€”中、åĨŗæ€§ãŒčŠąã—ãĻã„ã‚‹ãŽãŒčžã“ãˆã‚‹ã€‚ãŠã‚“ãĒã‚ĸジã‚ĸãŽč¨€č‘‰ã‚’čŠąã—ãĻã„ã‚‹ãŽã ã‚ã†ã¨č€ƒãˆã‚‹ã€‚ä¸­å›ŊčĒžã‚„éŸ“å›ŊčĒžã§ã¯ãĒい。しかし垅ãĻよ、æ—ĨæœŦčĒžãŽå˜čĒžãŒčžã“ãˆã‚‹īŧ

 

What???

äŊ•だぁ???

 

I tune into what everyone else is saying and laugh to myself. Hello, Kansai accent (how are they even speaking Japanese, it sounds too different!!!)

䏀᎒ãĢいるäēēãŒč¨€ãŖãĻã„ã‚‹č¨€č‘‰ãĢã‚‚č€ŗã‚’æž„ãžã›ãĻã€į§ã¯č‡Ē分ãĢたいしãĻįŦ‘ãŖãĻしぞう。é–ĸčĨŋåŧã“ã‚“ãĢãĄã¯īŧˆåŊŧらは一äŊ“ãŠã†ã‚„ãŖãĻīŧŸæœŦåŊ“ãĢ同じæ—ĨæœŦčĒžãĒぎīŧŸ 全į„ļé•ãŖãĻčžã“ãˆã‚‹ã‚ˆ!!!īŧ‰

 

At one point I sit by a shopping mall eating lunch and an old lady starts to speak to me. I stare at her and understand nothing haha! Goodbye (for now), chatting-up-old-women!

途中、商åē—čĄ—ã§åē§ãŖãĻおæ˜ŧã‚’éŖŸãšãĻã„ã‚‹ã¨ã€ãŠåŠ†ã•ã‚“ãŒčŠąã—ã‹ã‘ãĻããŸã€‚į§ã‚‚åŊŧåĨŗã‚’čĻ‹ã¤ã‚ã‚‹ãŽã ãŒäŊ•ã‚’č¨€ãŖãĻいるか分からãĒい、ははīŧīŧˆäģŠã¯īŧ‰ã•ようãĒら、おしゃずりåĨŊきぎおばあさん達īŧ

 

The walk is long, very long. It's the 1st time I've done 38km in a day and it's raining, but Kyoto is in reach. I have to make it. Just seeing it so close on my gps gives me goosebumps.

ä슿—ĨはかãĒã‚ŠãŽčˇé›ĸだ、とãĻã‚‚é•ˇã„ã€‚38キロを一æ—Ĩで歊くぎは初めãĻã ã€‚ã—ã‹ã‚‚é›¨ãŒé™ãŖãĻいる。しかしäēŦéƒŊã¯ã‚‚ã†į›ŽãŽå‰ã ã€‚ä슿—Ĩčžŋã‚Šį€ã‹ãĒければ。GPSで、äēŦéƒŊがそんãĒãĢ間čŋ‘ãĒぎをčĻ‹ã‚‹ã ã‘ã§éŗĨč‚ŒãŒįĢ‹ã¤ã€‚

 

It's been just over a month, but it's felt like half a year. The nature I have experienced,  the people I have met, the things I have learnt...as I walk by thinking of all of it, all I feel is immense gratitude. There were ups and downs, there was bordem and ecstacy,  but for all of it, I feel so blessed. Thank you a hundred times, Japan :)

æąæĩˇé“を歊きだしãĻã€ãĄã‚‡ã†ãŠ1ãƒļæœˆãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨įĩŒãŖãŸã€‚しかしぞるで半嚴ぎようãĢæ„Ÿã˜ã‚‹ã€‚č‰˛ã€…ã¨å‘ŗã‚ãŖãŸč‡Ēį„ļ、äŧšãŖãŸäēē々、å­Ļんだäē‹ã€æ­ŠããĒがら全ãĻã‚’č€ƒãˆã‚‹ã€‚äģŠã¯æˇąã„感čŦã—か感じられãĒい。æĨŊã—ã‹ãŖãŸäē‹ã‚‚大変ãĒäē‹ã‚‚ã‚ãŖãŸã€‚é€€åąˆãĒæ™‚ã‚‚æœ‰é ‚å¤ŠãŽæ™‚ã‚‚ã‚ãŖãŸã€‚ã—ã‹ã—ã€å…¨ãĻã¯ã€į§ã¯ã¨ãĻもæĩぞれãĻいると感じる。100回ありがとう、æ—ĨæœŦよ、įŦ‘。

 

The excitement/gratitude fades as I continue walking and walking (and walking) Amidst swelling and wet feet, blisters return to keep things lively ;) Past lake Biwa, Kyoto is so close but every step feels longer.

ã˛ãŸã™ã‚‰æ­ŠããĢつれãĻīŧˆã•らãĢ歊いãĻīŧ‰ã€æ°—æŒãĄãŽéĢ˜ãžã‚Šã‚„æ„ŸčŦãŽæ°—æŒãĄã‚‚ãŠã•ãžã‚‹ã€‚č†¨ã‚ŒãĻč’¸ã‚ŒãŸčļŗãŽä¸­ã§ã€čļŗãŽãƒžãƒĄãŒæˆģãŖãĻきãĻ騒がしくする、įŦ‘。įĩįļæš–ã‚’čļŠãˆã€äēŦéƒŊはčŋ‘ã„ã€ã—ã‹ã—ä¸€æ­Šä¸€æ­ŠãŒé•ˇãæ„Ÿã˜ã‚‹ã€‚

 

Finally, as night falls, I spot a tall building. I check my gps. I'm in Kyoto!!! Still having a few km left before the Tokaido finishes, I rush past highways with music in my ears. As I walk by busy streets, shop fronts, tourists, Michael Jackson's smooth criminal comes on. I must look like a baffoon with my massive grin and little dances as I walk!

ようやく、夜ãĢãĒる。åģēį‰Šã‚’čĻ‹ã¤ã‘ã‚‹ã€‚GPSをčĻ‹ã‚‹ã€‚ äēŦéƒŊだ!!!  ã€€æąæĩˇé“ぎįĩ‚わりぞではぞだ2,3ã‚­ãƒ­ã‚ã‚‹ã€‚éŸŗæĨŊã‚’č€ŗãĢ、大通りをčļŠãˆæ€Ĩãã€‚æˇˇã‚“ã§ã„ã‚‹é€šã‚Šã‚’é€˛ã‚€ã¨ã€ãŠåē—ã‚„čĻŗå…‰åŽĸã€‚ã€€ãƒžã‚¤ã‚ąãƒĢãƒģã‚¸ãƒŖã‚¯ã‚ŊãƒŗãŽã‚šãƒ ãƒŧã‚ēãƒģクãƒĒミナãƒĢãŒå§‹ãžã‚‹ã€‚į§ãŒã€å¤§ããĒįŦ‘éĄ”ã§ãƒ‹ãƒ¤ãƒ‹ãƒ¤ã¨ã—ãĻã€å°‘ã—č¸Šã‚ŠãĒがら歊いたぎで、多分周りからは、かãĒり変ãĒäēēãĢčĻ‹ãˆãŸãĢ違いãĒい。

 

At 9 am, the tokaido ends on a bridge near Sanjo station. I expected to feel relief or joy, but I didn't. Instead, I felt a simple contentment.

夜9時ãĢã€ä¸‰æĄé§…ãŽå´ãŽæŠ‹ã§æąæĩˇé“がįĩ‚わる。åމåŋƒã¨å–œãŗã‚’期垅しãĻいたぎだが、感じãĒã‹ãŖãŸã€‚äģŖã‚ã‚ŠãĢã€å˜į´”ãĒæē€čļŗã‚’感じた。

 

As I stand on the bridge, looking out to the river, a starbucks latte in hand to celebrate, there is a small smile on my lips. I wonder how many people have stood right here, and what thoughts, dreams, hopes they had as they looked on the rippling reflection of lights in the water. As I sip on my drink, I wonder what journey lays ahead of me...where will these forces that I feel so strongly in Japan, forces from people in the past and present and future, from the trees and rivers and soil and stars, from a glint in a person's eye to the way a spider's web shimmers in the setting sun, forces that have stirred something wordless, formless deep inside of me..where will they take me?

抋ぎ上ãĢįĢ‹ãŖãĻã€åˇã‚’čĻ‹ã¤ã‚ã‚‹ã€‚æ‰‹ãĢぱã‚ŋãƒŧバック゚ぎナテでおįĨã„ã€‚åŖå…ƒãĢは小さãĒįŦ‘ãŋã€‚į§ã¯ã€ã“ã“ãĢおれくらいæ˛ĸåąąãŽäēēがįĢ‹ãŖãŸã ã‚ã†ã¨č€ƒãˆã‚‹ã€ãã—ãĻåŊŧらがおんãĒč€ƒãˆã‚„ã€å¤ĸã€å¸Œæœ›ã‚’æŒãŖãĻã€ã“ãŽåˇãŽæŗĸæ‰“ã¤čĄ¨éĸãĢ映しだされるもぎをčĻ‹ãŸãŽã ã‚ã†ã€‚ã‚ŗãƒŧヒãƒŧã‚’éŖ˛ãŋãĒがら、これからおぎようãĒæ—…ãŒį§ã‚’åž…ãĄæ§‹ãˆãĻã„ã‚‹ã‹ã‚’č€ƒãˆã‚‹ã€‚æ—ĨæœŦで感じるåŧˇã„äŊ•かぎ力、過åŽģãƒģįžåœ¨ãƒģæœĒæĨぎäēē々から感じるåŧˇã„åŠ›ã€æœ¨ã€…ã‚„åˇã€åœŸã€æ˜Ÿã€…ã€äēēãŽį›ŽãĢ光るčŧãã‹ã‚‰å¤•暎れãĢã‚­ãƒŠã‚­ãƒŠå…‰ã‚‹čœ˜č››ãŽåˇŖãžã§ã€č¨€č‘‰ãĢãĒらãĒいäŊ•かをåˆēæŋ€ã™ã‚‹ã‚ˆã†ãĒ力、åŊĸã‚‚į„Ąãį§ãŽåĨĨãĢįœ ã‚‹åŠ›ã€‚ãã‚Œã‚‰ã¯äŊ•å‡Ļã¸į§ã‚’ã¤ã‚ŒãĻいくぎだろうīŧŸ

 

I snap a quick photo for this post, and leave for my room in Osaka...

ブログぎį‚ēãĢä¸€æžšãŽå†™įœŸã‚’ã¨ã‚Šã€å¤§é˜ĒãŽéƒ¨åą‹ã¸å‘ã‹ã†ã€‚

 

PS. Thank you everyone for joining my journey in spirit, for your support and cheer leading. Thank you Michael for birthing the idea of the Tokaido, for giving me a cause to pursue, and for always being there :) thank you Hide for all your translations which have let many others join the journey, and for your ongoing well-wishing :)

ã‚ã¨ãŒãã€‚į§ãŽæ—…ã¸ä¸€įˇ’ãĢīŧˆåŋƒã§īŧ‰åŒčĄŒã—ãĻãã‚ŒãŸįš†ã•ã‚“ã‚ã‚ŠãŒã¨ã†ã€‚įš†ãŽå”åŠ›ã¨åŠąãžã—ã‚‚ã‚ã‚ŠãŒã¨ã†ã€‚ãƒžã‚¤ã‚ąãƒĢã€æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄã¨ã„うã‚ĸイデã‚ĸを教えãĻくれãĻありがとう、čŋŊæą‚ã™ã‚‹į›Žįš„ã‚’ãã‚Œã€ãã—ãĻいつも支えãĻくれた、įŦ‘éĄ”ã€ãƒ’ãƒ‡ã€ã‚ã‚ŠãŒã¨ã†ã€‚įŋģč¨ŗã‚’ã—ãĻくれãĻäģ–ぎæ˛ĸåąąãŽäēēãŒį§ãŽæ—…ã¸ä¸€įˇ’ãĢãĒることができ、常ãĢåŠąãžã—ãĻくれた。įŦ‘éĄ”ã€‚

 

To all of you, I bow.

įš†ã•ã‚“ã¸ã€ãŠã˜ãŽã‚’ã—ãžã™ã€‚

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Day 30, 31 & 32 Of Iva C.A.R.E.S Fund Raiser Has walked for a month...

Tokaido trek

æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄ

 

Happy month-on-the-tokaido everyone!

čĒ­ã‚“ã§ãã‚ŒãĻã‚ã‚ŠãŒã¨ã†ã€‚æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄã§ãŽīŧ‘ãƒļæœˆé–“ã§ã™ã€įš†ã•ã‚“īŧ

 

Day 30. Jenny, Bow, Michael, James and and I visit another children's home. This home is taken care of by a monk I believe, who has been doing so for the past 100 years (got to double check!)

įŦŦ三十æ—Ĩį›Žã€‚ã‚¸ã‚§ãƒ‹ãƒŧとバã‚Ļã€ãƒžã‚¤ã‚ąãƒĢ、ジェãƒŧムã‚ēã¨į§ã§ã€ã‚‚ã†ä¸€ã¤ãŽå…įĢĨ養譎æ–Ŋč¨­ã‚’č¨Ēれた。こぎæ–Ŋč¨­ã¯ã€īŧ‘īŧīŧåš´ãŽé–“īŧ‘äēēぎお坊さんãĢã‚ˆãŖãĻįŽĄį†ã•ã‚ŒãĻã„ã‚‹ã¨ã“ã‚ã ã¨čžã„ãĻいる。īŧˆãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨ã€ãĄã‚ƒã‚“とįĸēčĒã—ãĒいと分からãĒいīŧīŧ‰

 

The inside was renovated and is now a truly lovely, fully equipped home. There is wood everywhere, the design is simple and spacious. When we intrude (again) on children having dinner, they seem relaxed and at home. It's a great sight :)

ä¸­ã¯æ”ščŖ…ã•ã‚ŒãĻいãĻとãĻã‚‚č‰¯ã„é›°å›˛æ°—ã§ã€æ™Žé€šãŽåŽļぎようãĢ全ãĻæƒãŖãĻいる。木ぎ感じがå‡ēãĻいãĻ、デã‚ļã‚¤ãƒŗãŒã¨ãĻã‚‚ã‚ˇãƒŗãƒ—ãƒĢでåēƒã€…しãĻã„ã‚‹ã€‚å­äž›é”ãŒå¤•éŖŸã‚’éŖŸãšãĻいるところへ又おé‚Ē魔することとãĒãŖãŸã€‚įš†čŊãĄį€ã„ãŸé›°å›˛æ°—ã§ã‚ĸットホãƒŧムãĒæ„Ÿã˜ã€‚į§ãŽã‚ˆã†ãĒäģ–äēēからčĻ‹ãĻも厉åŋƒã™ã‚‹ã€‚įŦ‘饔

 

Later, thanks to the Balloon circus, everyone's juggling, spinning plates, and then performing (you should check out their skills!) We all had a great time thanks to everyone invovled :))) Good bye Jenny and Bow!

少しįĩŒãŖãĻから、バãƒĢãƒŧãƒŗãƒģã‚ĩãƒŧã‚Ģ゚ぎäēŒäēēįĩ„ãŽæŠ€ãŽį´šäģ‹ã€‚įš†ãŒãŠæ‰‹įŽ‰ã‚’ã—ãĻ、おįšŋを回し、そしãĻįš†ã§į™ēčĄ¨ã—ãŸã€‚īŧˆå­äž›é”ぎéĢ˜ã„æŠ€čĄ“ã‚’čĻ‹ãĻãŋãĻīŧīŧ‰é–ĸã‚ãŖãŸäēēé”å…¨å“ĄãŽãŠã‹ã’ã§ã€ã¨ãĻもæĨŊã—ã‹ãŖãŸã€įŦ‘éĄ”ã€‚ã‚¸ã‚§ãƒ‹ãƒŧとバã‚Ļ、さようãĒらīŧ

 

 

Day 31. My dear Tokaido, we reunite again.

įŦŦīŧ“īŧ‘æ—Ĩį›Žã€‚į§ãŽæąæĩˇé“さん、ぞたおäŧšã„しぞしたね。

 

Doing the calculations, my budget won't allow for any exploration/time-taking. Kyoto just some 90 km away, I gotta walk and just walk (another excuse to return to Nagoya!)

č¨ˆįŽ—ã—ãĻãŋã‚‹ã¨ã€į§ãŽäēˆįŽ—ã§ã¯ã‚ãĄã“ãĄæŽĸ検したり時間をæļˆč˛ģする暇がãĒããŖãĻいる。äēŦéƒŊぞではぞだīŧ™īŧã‚­ãƒ­äŊã‚る。歊かãĒã‘ã‚Œã°ã€‚ã˛ãŸã™ã‚‰æ­Šã‹ãĒきゃ。īŧˆåå¤åą‹ãĢæˆģるį‚ēãĢãžãŸč¨€ã„č¨ŗã ã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚īŧīŧ‰

 

I walk until my gps points out that I have to take a ferry to Kuwana, so I take a train instead.

GPSをčžŋãŖãĻã€æĄ‘åã§čˆšãĢ䚗らãĒいといけãĒã„å ´æ‰€ãžã§æ­Šãã€‚į§ã¯ã€äģŖã‚ã‚ŠãĢé›ģčģŠãĢ䚗る。

 

It's hot,  very hot. Yes, I am wearing the lightest clothes I own, and yes, it's not even summer. Yay me!

暑い。とãĻも暑い。そう、一į•Ēč–„į€ã‚’ã—ãĻã„ã‚‹ãŽã ã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚ã€ãã†ã€ãžã å¤ã§ã‚‚į„Ąã„ã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚ã€‚į§ãĢã¯ã“ã‚Œã§č‰¯ã„ã€‚

 

Past the familiar concrete buildings, traditional wooden ones return until they are all I see. When I read accounts of passing such houses, they often report a sense of "going back in time". I can see what they mean, but I cannot relate to it. To me, these traditional houses simply continue to be. Yes, they are hundreds of years old etc, but like an old tree, it's from our short-lived perspectives that there is any sense of going back in time.

éĻ´æŸ“ãŋãŽã‚ã‚‹ã‚ŗãƒŗã‚¯ãƒĒãƒŧトぎåģēį‰Šã‚’čļŠãˆã€äŧįĩąįš„ãĒ木造ぎåŽļ々がčĻ‹ãˆãĻæĨãĻ、やがãĻそういうåŽļだけãĢãĒる。そういうåŽļ々をčĻ‹ãĒがら歊くと、よく“昔へæˆģãŖãŸâ€æ„Ÿã˜ã ã¨čĄ¨įžã•ã‚Œã‚‹ã€‚æ—ĨæœŦぎäēēé”ãŒč¨€ã†į†į”ąãŒåˆ†ã‹ã‚‹ã€‚ã‚¤ã‚ŽãƒĒ゚äēēãŽį§ãĢは分からãĒã„ã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚ã€‚į§ãĢã¨ãŖãĻは、これらぎäŧįĩąįš„ãĒåŽļ々は、そう、äŊ•į™žåš´ãŽåģēį‰Šã€å¤ã„æœ¨ãŽã‚ˆã†ãĒæ„Ÿã˜ã€‚į§é”ãŽįŸ­ã„äēēį”ŸãŽæ„ŸčĻšã‹ã‚‰ã¯ã€äŊ•か過åŽģぎ時äģŖã¸æˆģãŖãŸã‚ˆã†ãĒ感じãĢãĒる。

 

Anyway :)

ぞあ、いいやとãĢかく。įŦ‘

 

I spot a shop with an interesting chicken logo haha, and stop for a moment to look at it. An old man standing outside it welcomes me in and turns out to be the owner. It's a little cake shop and after the usual chatter, he rushes away and returns with a glass of cool water and a cold, creamy dessert, saying, "Oishi! Oishi!"

éĸį™ŊいéŗĨぎロゴがあるおåē—ã‚’čĻ‹ã¤ã‘ã‚‹ã€ã¯ã¯ã€ãã—ãĻæ­ĸãžãŖãĻįœēめãĻčĻ‹ã‚‹ã€‚ãŠã˜ã„ã•ã‚“ãŒå¤–ãĢįĢ‹ãŖãĻいãĻ、中へčĒ˜ãŖãĻくれる。åŊŧはごä¸ģäēēã ãŖãŸã€‚ã“ã“ã¯å°ã•ãĒã‚ąãƒŧキぎおåē—で、いつも通りぎ挨æ‹ļとおしゃずりぎ垌、åŊŧã¯å†ˇãŸã„ãŠæ°´ã¨ã€å†ˇãŸã„ã‚¯ãƒĒãƒŧミãƒŧãĒデã‚ļãƒŧãƒˆã‚’æŒãŖãĻきãĻãã‚ŒãŸã€‚â€œįžŽå‘ŗã—ã„īŧįžŽå‘ŗã—いよīŧâ€ã¨č¨€ã„ãĒがら。

 

Oishi indeed! We talk, he brings me some cake, we talk some more, and before I leave me gives me a present of garlic crisps. Very nice of him! :D

æœŦåŊ“ãĢįžŽå‘ŗã—ã„īŧčŠąã‚’įļšã‘る。åŊŧã¯ã‚ąãƒŧキもくれãĻ、更ãĢæ˛ĸåąąčŠąã™ã€‚ã•ã‚ˆãĒらをする前ãĢポテトチップ゚ぎčĸ‹ã‚‚くれた。とãĻもčĻĒ切ãĒäēēだīŧįŦ‘饔

 

Traditional houses, sun, gardens and little historic spots, more sun. I stop on a bench by a closed restaurant for some shade/to munch the crisps and an old man approaches. Yes, we talk too :)

äŧįĩąįš„ãĒåŽļ々、å¤Ēé™Ŋ、åē­ã€ãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨ã—ãŸæ­´å˛įš„ãĒ場所、ぞたå¤Ēé™Ŋã€‚é–‰ãžãŖãĻいるãƒŦã‚šãƒˆãƒŠãƒŗãŽå´ãŽæ—Ĩé™°ãŽãƒ™ãƒŗãƒãĢč…°ã‚’ã‹ã‘ãƒãƒƒãƒ—ã‚šã‚’éŖŸãšã‚‹ã€‚ãŠã˜ã„ã•ã‚“ãŒæĨã‚‹ã€‚ãã†ã€ãžãŸčŠąã‚’ã™ã‚‹ã€‚įŦ‘

 

He is the owner and inside his Italian restaurant he shows me a picture of mount Fuji. It is stunning. "I drew this with pencil colours," he says. Amazing!!! Around his entire restaurant are more of his drawings - old Italian villages, a bridge in paris, flowers upon flowers.

åŊŧã¯ã€ã“ã“ãŽåžĄä¸ģäēēでこぎイã‚ŋãƒĒã‚ĸãƒŗãƒŦã‚šãƒˆãƒŠãƒŗãŽä¸­ãĢある富åŖĢåąąãŽįĩĩをčĻ‹ã›ãĻくれた。すごくįļēéē—ãĒįĩĩã ã€‚â€œį§ã¯ã“ã‚Œã‚’č‰˛é‰›į­†ã§æã„ãŸã‚“ã ã‚ˆã€‚â€åŊŧã¯č¨€ã†ã€‚ã™ã”ã„!!! ãƒŦã‚šãƒˆãƒŠãƒŗãŽä¸­ãĢはåŊŧが描いたįĩĩãŒã‚‚ãŖã¨æ˛ĸåąąã‚ãŖãŸã€‚å¤ã„ã‚¤ã‚ŋãƒĒã‚ĸぎ村、パãƒĒぎ抋、æŦĄã‹ã‚‰æŦĄã¨čŠąãŽįĩĩ。

 

He showed me a wooden model of this large ship-like thing they use in the traditional festivals and he says it took him 2 years to make. The detail was stunning!!!

åŊŧは、äŧįĩąįš„ãĒおįĨ­ã‚Šã§äŊŋうようãĒ大きãĒčˆšãŽã‚ˆã†ãĒæœ¨é€ ãŽæ¨Ąåž‹ã‚’čĻ‹ã›ãĻくれた。これをäŊœã‚‹ãŽãĢīŧ’åš´ã‹ã‹ãŖãŸã¨ã„ã†ã€‚į´°éƒ¨ãŒį˛žå¯†ã§ã™ã”ã„!!!

 

His wife joins us and we talk about their travels to Europe etc and he gives me a small drawing as a present!

åĨĨさんが合æĩã™ã‚‹ã€‚åŊŧらぎヨãƒŧãƒ­ãƒƒãƒ‘ã¸ãŽæ—…čĄŒãŽčŠąãĢãĒり、åŊŧは小さãĒįĩĩをプãƒŦã‚ŧãƒŗãƒˆãĢくれたīŧ

 

"Aenai", he tries to tell me before I leave. Not understanding,  he tries to explain it by saying that I am walking the Tokaido and he came here and I think, "ah, maybe he means it was  a lucky encounter!"

“あえãĒい” åŊŧã¯į§ãŒåŽģる前ãĢäŊ•かäŧãˆã‚ˆã†ã¨ã™ã‚‹ã€‚äŊ•ã‚’č¨€ãŠã†ã¨ã—ãĻいるぎか分からãĒい。åŊŧã¯į§ãŒæąæĩˇé“をここぞで歊いãĻæĨãŸã“ã¨ã‚’č¨€ã„ãĒがらäŊ•かčĒŦæ˜Žã—ã‚ˆã†ã¨ã™ã‚‹ã€‚į§ã¯â€œã‚ã‚ã€å¤šåˆ†åŊŧはこれが嚸運ぎå‡ēäŧšã„”だとčĒŦ明しようとしãĻいるぎだろう。

 

"Aenai," he repeats. I nod, smile. "Hai, aenai!"

“あえãĒい”åŊŧã¯įš°ã‚Ščŋ”ã™ã€‚į§ã¯įŦ‘éĄ”ã§ã†ãĒずき “はい、あえãĒいīŧâ€

 

Later on, I research the word. It means "tragic"...

垌ãĢãĒãŖãĻã€į§ã¯č¨€č‘‰ã‚’čĒŋãšã‚‹ã€‚â€œä¸åš¸â€ã¨ã„ã†æ„å‘ŗã ãŖãŸã€‚ã€‚ã€‚

 

It's time to learn Japanese...

æ—ĨæœŦčĒžã‚’å‹‰åŧˇã—ãĒくãĻは。。

 

The heat settles down as the sun sets and walk in the night. When I reach Yokkaichi, I find a park and camp between trees, but that night, I didn't freeze. That night, I had a sleeping mat. And I woke up to a gently rising sun and the singing of birds :)

æ—ĨãŒæ˛ˆã‚“ã§æš‘ã•ã‚‚čŊãĄį€ãã€å¤œãĢ歊く。四æ—Ĩ市ãĢį€ã„ãĻ、å…Ŧ園をčĻ‹ã¤ã‘æœ¨ãŽé–“ã§ã‚­ãƒŖãƒŗãƒ—ã‚’ã™ã‚‹ã€å¤œã§ã‚‚ã€å‡ãˆãĒã‹ãŖãŸã€‚ããŽå¤œã¯ã‚­ãƒŖãƒŗãƒ”ãƒŗã‚°ãƒžãƒƒãƒˆãŒã‚ãŖãŸã€‚ã‚†ãŖãŸã‚Šã¨ã—ãŸæ—Ĩぎå‡ēとéŗĨぎさえずりãĢį›ŽčĻšã‚ãŸã€‚įŦ‘饔

 

Day 32. I get going at 5:30 am, but as the hours pass, it becomes roasting!

įŦŦīŧ“īŧ’ä猿—Ĩį›Žã€‚īŧ•時半ãĢå‡ēį™ē。しかし時間がįĩŒã¤ãĢつれãĻ、į„ŧけるようãĒ暑さãĢãĒãŖãŸīŧ

 

With 4 hours of rough sleep and an appetite of what I can only presume a wild boar would I have, the walk turns into a trudge. I trudge past a highway until a supermarket comes into sight. Never been happier to see one!

īŧ”æ™‚é–“ãŽįĄįœ ã¨ã‚¤ãƒŽã‚ˇã‚ˇãŽã‚ˆã†ãĒã€ã¨ã—ã‹č¨€ãˆãĒã„ãã‚‰ã„ãŠč…šãŒįŠēいãĻ、čļŗå–りが重くãĒる。大通りをäŊ•とかčļŠãˆã‚šãƒŧパãƒŧマãƒŧã‚ąãƒƒãƒˆãŒčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹æ‰€ãžã§æĨる。゚ãƒŧパãƒŧマãƒŧã‚ąãƒƒãƒˆã‚’čĻ‹ã¤ã‘ãĻこんãĒãĢåŦ‰ã—ã‹ãŖãŸäē‹ã¯ãĒいīŧ

 

Food, water, charging my phone, a nap in a forest by a graveyard (that's another story!). I deeply wanted to just stay in the shade for the rest of the day, but the rhythm of the Tokaido is to keep moving. And so I kept on moving.

ã”éŖ¯ã€æ°´ã€æē帯ぎ充é›ģ、おåĸ“ãŽå´ãŽæŖŽã§æ˜ŧ寝īŧˆã“れãĢついãĻã¯ã€ãžãŸãŽãŠčŠąīŧīŧ‰ã‚‚う掋りぎ一æ—Ĩã‚’ãšãŖã¨ã“ãŽæ—Ĩ陰で過ごしたくãĻä앿–šãŒãĒã‹ãŖãŸã€‚ã—ã‹ã—ã€æąæĩˇé“ぎãƒĒã‚ēムがあるし、とãĢã‹ãé€˛ã‚€ã“ã¨ã€‚į§ã¯ãžãŸæ­Šãįļšã‘た。

 

The houses on the route are really beautiful and seem older than the ones I've come across. At one point I pass a blue bridge and see a little gate that seems interesting. Time to explore. Small stone steps take me past trees and towards a large wooden temple surrounded by a garden.

道æ˛ŋいぎåŽļ々はとãĻã‚‚įžŽã—ãã€äģĨ前ãĢčĻ‹ãŸã“ã¨ãŽã‚ã‚‹ã‚‚ãŽã‚ˆã‚Šã‚‚å¤ã„ã‚ˆã†ãĢčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹ã€‚é€”ä¸­ã§é’ã„æŠ‹ã‚’æ¸Ąã‚‹ã¨éĸį™ŊそうãĒ門がčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹ã€‚ãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨æŽĸ検だ。小さãĒįŸŗãŽéŖ›įŸŗã‚’é€˛ã‚“ã§æœ¨ã€…ã‚’čļŠãˆã‚‹ã¨åē­ãĢå›˛ãžã‚ŒãŸå¤§ããĒ木ぎおå¯ēãĢčžŋりつく。

 

The more I walk around, the more beautiful it is. There a small stone shrines  here and there, large blossoming flowers, a little hidden pond under trees, greeny of different shades and hues. A lady appears and she after the expected chat, she shows me around and tells me that she has lived here with her husband (the shrine's monk) for 40 years.

歊けば歊くãģãŠã€įžŽã—ã„ã€‚ã‚ãĄã“ãĄãĢ小さãĒįŸŗãŽãŠåŽŽãŒã‚ã‚‹ã€‚å¤§ããĒčŠąãŒå’˛ã„ãĻ、木々ぎ下ãĢ隠れた小さãĒæą ãŒã‚ã‚‹ã€‚č‰˛ã€…ãĒ色åŊŠãŽįˇ‘だ。åĨŗæ€§ãŒįžã‚Œã‚‹ã€‚おéĻ´æŸ“ãŋぎ挨æ‹ļã¨ãŠã—ã‚ƒãšã‚ŠãŽåžŒã€æĄˆå†…ã‚’ã—ãĻくれãĻ、åŊŧåĨŗã¯ã“こãĢæ—Ļé‚Ŗã•ã‚“ã¨īŧˆã“こぎお坊さんīŧ‰īŧ”īŧåš´äŊã‚“ã§ã„ã‚‹ã¨č¨€ã†ã€‚

 

I meet her husband who gives me oranges and then their son (also a monk) show me the main shrine. It's around 380 years old and it's roof is actually depicted in one of Hiroshige's ukiyoe of the 53 stations of Tokaido!

æ—Ļé‚Ŗã•ã‚“ãĢäŧšã„、åŊŧはãŋかんをくれた。そしãĻ息子さんīŧˆåŒã˜ããŠåŠã•ã‚“īŧ‰ãŒæœŦå ‚ã‚’æĄˆå†…ã—ãĻくれる。大äŊ“īŧ“īŧ˜īŧåš´ãã‚‰ã„古くãĻåą‹æ šãĢは、åēƒé‡ãŽæąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄãŽæĩŽä¸–įĩĩがあるīŧ

 

We have a lovely talk, visit an ancient sakura tree from another of Hiroshige's ukiyoe, and then get going.

とãĻもæĨŊã—ã„ãŠčŠąã‚’ã—ãĻ、åˆĨぎåēƒé‡ãŽæĩŽä¸–įĩĩãĢでãĻãã‚‹ãŽã¨åŒã˜å¤ã„æĄœã‚’čĻ‹ãĻ、そしãĻå…ˆã¸é€˛ã‚€ã€‚

 

For the first time, school children start to say hello to me and a little boy even stops to ask me where I am from! As I past Shono post station around 6 pm, a car stops right by me and guess who comes out?

初めãĻ、å­Ļæ ĄãŽå­äž›é”ãŒãƒãƒ­ãƒŧã¨į§ãĢč¨€ã†ã€‚å°ã•ãĒį”ˇãŽå­ãŒæ­ĸãžãŖãĻį§ãŒäŊ•å‡Ļã‹ã‚‰ããŸã‹ã¨čžã„ãŸīŧã€€å¤•æ–šīŧ–時頃ãĢåē„野åŽŋをčļŠãˆã‚‹ã¨ã€čģŠãŒæ¨Ēでæ­ĸぞる。čĒ°ãŒå‡ēãĻきたと思うīŧŸ

 

The monk's wife! 

お坊さんぎåĨĨさんだīŧ

 

She tells me her husband said it was dangerous for me to be camping alone (haha) and that I should stay the night with them! How nice!!!

åŊŧåĨŗã¯ã€æ—Ļé‚Ŗã•ã‚“ãŒã€į§ãŒīŧ‘äēēã§ã‚­ãƒŖãƒŗãƒ—ã‚’ã™ã‚‹ãŽã¯åąé™ēだからīŧˆã¯ã¯ã€īŧ‰ä¸€æ™Šã¨ã‚ãĻãã‚Œã‚‹ã¨č¨€ã†ãŽã īŧãĒんãĻå„Ēしいäēē達だ!!

 

They show me a book on the 53 stations of Tokaido as dinner is being prepared (cue for wild-boar-appetite). It's so interesting to compare the routes during the Edo period to what it is now, having walked through them.

å¤•ã”éŖ¯ãŽæ”¯åēĻ中ãĢåŊŧã‚‰ã¯æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄãŽæœŦをčĻ‹ã›ãĻくれたīŧˆã‚¤ãƒŽã‚ˇã‚ˇãŽéŖŸæŦ˛ãŽå‡ēį•Ē。īŧ‰æąæĩˇé“ぎ道を歊いãĻããŸãŽã§ã€æąŸæˆ¸æ™‚äģŖã¨äģŠã¨ã§æ¯”ずるぎはとãĻã‚‚čˆˆå‘ŗæˇąã„ã€‚

 

We dine together and somehow manage to talk about buddism with the help of the dictionary on my phone haha. I had a great time and hope to share this experience better than the short words I have written here :)

å¤•éŖŸã‚’ä¸€įˇ’ãĢしãĻã€į§ãŽæēå¸¯ãŽčžžæ›¸ãŽæ‰‹åŠŠã‘ã§īŧˆįŦ‘īŧ‰äŊ•とかäģæ•™ãŽčŠąã‚’æĨŊしむäē‹ãŒã§ããŸã€‚とãĻもæĨŊしい時間を過ごすäē‹ãŒå‡ēæĨãĻ、いぞここãĢ書いãĻã„ã‚‹įŸ­ã„č¨€č‘‰ã ã‘ã§ãĒãã€ã„ã¤ã‹ã“ã‚Œã‚’ããĄã‚“ã¨æ›¸ã‘ãŸã‚‰č‰¯ã„ãĒと思う。įŦ‘饔

 

But for now, the Tokaido calls...

しかし、äģŠã¯ã€æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄãŒį§ã‚’å‘ŧんでいる。。

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Balloon Circus

We hosted Jenny and Bao who have come to Japan from Balloon Circus

We have been working in the homes for about 10 years and I am not sure if we have had this much fun in a very long time!

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Day 27,28 & 29 of Iva C.A.R.E.S Fun raising walked all the way to Nagoya...

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Tokaido trek: day 27, 28, 29

æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄåž’æ­ŠīŧšįŦŦ27、28、29æ—Ĩį›Ž

 

(Sorry for the later post today! Ask Michael and Tully's coffee about it ;) )

īŧˆé…くãĒãŖãĻごめんねīŧã€€ãƒžã‚¤ã‚ąãƒĢとã‚ŋãƒĒãƒŧã‚ēãƒģã‚ŗãƒŧヒãƒŧãĢį†į”ąã‚’čžã„ãĻ。įŦ‘)

 

Here's a theory: the more you struggle to find words for something, the more meaningful it is.

ã“ã‚Œã¯į§ãŽäģŽčĒŦであるīŧšã‚‚ぎを書く時ãĢ、äŊ•かãĢついãĻčĄ¨įžã™ã‚‹č¨€č‘‰ã‚’čĻ‹ã¤ã‘ã‚‹ãŽãĢč‹Ļ労すればč‹Ļ労するãģãŠã€æ„å‘ŗæˇąããĒる。

 

Language is fairly recent in our human history, feelings are not.

言čĒžã¯äēēé–“ãŽæ­´å˛ãŽä¸­ã§ã¯ã‹ãĒり最čŋ‘ぎäē‹ã ãŒã€æ„Ÿæƒ…は違う。

 

As I write these blog posts, there is a great omission of the journey that goes on. What is left? Places, snippets of stories, some photos. It is my hope that even through these, you may glimpse a true shadow. Perhaps one day, when the fire fades and the iron cools, there will be marks left in the ashes.

į§ãŒã€ã“ãŽãƒ–ãƒ­ã‚°ãŽč¨˜äē‹ã‚’書くぎãĢã€č‰˛ã€…æ—…ã§čĩˇããĻいるäē‹ãŒæ˛ĸåąąįœã‹ã‚Œã‚‹ã€‚äŊ•が掋るかīŧŸå ´æ‰€ã€å‡ēæĨäē‹ãŽæ–­į‰‡ã€å†™įœŸã€‚į§ã¨ã—ãĻは、これらからだけでも、čĒ­ã‚“ã§ãã‚Œã‚‹äēēãŒįœŸåŽŸãŽåŊąã‚’åžŖé–“čĻ‹ã‚‹äē‹ãŒã§ãã‚Œã°ã¨éĄ˜ã†ã€‚多分いつか、įĢãŒé™ãžãŖãĻé‰„ãŒå†ˇã‚ãŸæ™‚ã€į°ãŽä¸­ãĢį—•ãŒæŽ‹ã‚‹ã ã‚ã†ã€‚

 

Anyway :) Day 28! I don't even remember what happened on that day! (Maybe I should go back to writing a blog every 2 days haha)

とãĢかく、įŦ‘。įŦŦ28æ—Ĩį›Žīŧã€€ããŽæ—ĨãĢäŊ•がčĩˇããŸã‹čĻšãˆãĻもいãĒいīŧīŧˆã“ã‚Œã§ã¯ã€į§ã¯ãžãŸä猿—ĨおきãĢブログを書くようãĢしãĒければãĒらãĒいかもしれãĒい。はは。īŧ‰

 

I remember day 29. Music in my ears, I took a train to Chiryu station, where I had left off the day before yesterday, at midday. Now in Aichi prefecture, leaving the mountains of Shizuoka, cement buildings, highways and the few traditional houses are framed by skies alone. Clear skies! The weather has been so lovely.

įŦŦ29æ—Ĩį›ŽãŽäē‹ã¯čĻšãˆãĻã„ã‚‹ã€‚éŸŗæĨŊã‚’č´ããĒがら、一昨æ—Ĩæ˜ŧãĢ途中ãĢã—ãŸæą é¯‰éŽ’(ãĄã‚Šã‚…ã†)駅へぎé›ģčģŠãĢäš—ãŖãŸã€‚ã‚„ãŖã¨æ„›įŸĨįœŒã ã€‚åąąã€…ã‚„ã€ã‚ŗãƒŗã‚¯ãƒĒãƒŧトぎåģēį‰Šã€å¤§é€šã‚Šã€å°‘ã—ãŽäŧįĩąįš„ãĒåŽļ々がįŠēだけãĢå›˛ãžã‚ŒãĻã„ãŸé™å˛Ąã‚’åŽģる。晴夊だīŧå¤Šæ°—は最čŋ‘ãšãŖã¨č‰¯ãįˆŊやかだ。

 

I walk, observe, walk. Sometimes twittering birds stop me in my tracks, or a beautiful garden. Later on, an ancient tree. Its bark is cracked and peeling. Its branches stretched in all directions. I sit beside it in silence for an hour, then stand up to leave...

į§ã¯ã€æ­Šãã€čĻŗå¯Ÿã™ã‚‹ã€æ­Šãã€‚æ™‚ãĢéŗĨãŽã•ãˆãšã‚Šã‚„įžŽã—ã„åē­ãŒį§ãŽčļŗã‚’æ­ĸぞらせる。そしãĻ垌々ãĢãĒãŖãĻ古äģŖãŽæœ¨ã€‚įšŽã¯å‰˛ã‚Œį›ŽãŒå…ĨãŖãĻいãĻ、å‰ĨけãĻã„ã‚‹ã€‚æžã¯ã‚ãĄã‚‰ã“ãĄã‚‰ãŽæ–šå‘ã¸å‘ã‹ãŖãĻäŧ¸ãŗãĻã„ã‚‹ã€‚į§ã¯å´ãĢåē§ã‚Šä¸€æ™‚間静かãĢする。そしãĻぞたそこもåŽģる。

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Before I realize it, the skies darken and I grab lunch/dinner at a konbini and continue.

įŸĨらãŦ間ãĢ、įŠēが暗くãĒã‚Šã‚ŗãƒŗãƒ“ãƒ‹ã§æ˜ŧå…ŧå¤•éŖŸã‚’č˛ˇã„ã€æ­Šãįļšã‘る。

 

Begin, a walk in the night.

始ぞる、夜ぎ垒歊だ。

 

It doesn't matter that the route is next to highways for the most part. It's not what's seen that's interesting, it's what's hinted at: a dark plane that unveils itself as a river when a train passes, the shadow of trees, patterns on pavements and iron bridges, the glaring, blaring lights of cars, a single neon sign lighting an empty road, a pair of shoes left outside a sleeping house, a wide, field of grass.

大丈å¤Ģだ、掆おぎ道ぎりは大通りæ˛ŋいãĢčĄŒãã€‚æ­Šã„ãĻいãĻ、čĻ‹ãˆãĻくるもぎそぎもぎではãĒく、そぎ垌ろãĢあるもぎがéĸį™Ŋいīŧšéģ’ã„åšŗã‚‰ãĒもぎが、é›ģčģŠãŒé€šãŖãŸæ™‚ãĢåˇã¨ã—ãĻįžã‚Œã‚‹ã€‚æœ¨ã€…ãŽåŊąã€čˆ—čŖ…é“čˇ¯ãŽį¸žã€…ã‚„é‰„ãŽæŠ‹ã€ã‚ŽãƒŠãƒĒã¨å…‰ãŖãĻįœŠã—ãã†ã‚‹ã•ã„čģŠãŽãƒŠã‚¤ãƒˆã€äŊ•ã‚‚ãĒい通りãĢä¸€ã¤ã ã‘å…‰ãŖãĻã„ã‚‹įœ‹æŋã€įœ ãŖãĻいるåŽļぎ前ãĢおいãĻある一čļŗãŽé´ã€åēƒã„č‰ãŽå¤§åœ°ã€‚

 

At the beginning of my walk, a month ago, I was blind to these details. I took in everything on its surface. But as I've walked the Tokaido, instead of getting bored when passing similar-looking  buildings and roads, I've found a whole new world revealing itself. As I've walked the Tokaido, layers of my environment have been peeled away.

1ãƒļ月前ãĢ歊き始めた時ãĢã€į§ã¯ã“ãŽã‚ˆã†ãĒäē›į´°ãĒäē‹ãĢã¯į›˛į›Žã ãŖãŸã€‚å…¨ãĻã‚’čĄ¨éĸで捉えãĻã„ãŸã€‚ã—ã‹ã—ã€æąæĩˇé“を歊いãĻ、同じ様ãĒčĻ‹ã‹ã‘ãŽåģēį‰Šã‚„é“čˇ¯ã‚’é€˛ã‚“ã§éŖŊきるäģŖã‚ã‚ŠãĢã€æ–°ã—ã„ä¸–į•ŒãŒč‡Ēåˆ†ã‹ã‚‰éŖ›ãŗå‡ēしãĻきたぎをčĻ‹ã¤ã‘ãŸã€‚ã€€

 

Here's a little photo-tour of my night walk on the way to Fujikawa (note: you won't be able to see much!)  äģĨä¸‹ãŒã€č—¤æ˛ĸãžã§ãŽå¤œãŽåž’æ­ŠãŽå†™įœŸãƒ„ã‚ĸãƒŧです。īŧˆãƒĄãƒĸīŧšæ˛ĸåąąã¯čĻ‹ãˆãĒいよīŧīŧ‰

  1. A roadã€€é“čˇ¯

 

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2. Flowers by a road 道įĢ¯ãŽčŠąã€…

 

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3. The inside of a church (it was locked, so photo taken through the window pane)

教äŧšãŽä¸­īŧˆéĩãŒã‹ã‹ãŖãĻいたぎで、įĒ“čļŠã—ãĢæ’ŽãŖãŸå†™įœŸīŧ‰

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4. A faceless manã€€ã€€éĄ”ãŽãĒいäēē

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5.  A castle, a river, a manã€€ã€€ãŠåŸŽã€åˇã€äēē

 

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6. A lone light 一つだけぎ明かり

 

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7. A lake 暖

 

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Day 29! Nagoya! Today I meet Michael (founder of YouMeWe) and the balloon circus and visit a children's home

įŦŦ29æ—Ĩį›Žīŧåå¤åą‹īŧä슿—Ĩã¯ãƒžã‚¤ã‚ąãƒĢīŧˆYouMeWeぎå‰ĩ設者īŧ‰ã¨ãƒãƒĢãƒŧãƒŗãƒģã‚ĩãƒŧã‚Ģ゚ãĢäŧšãŖãĻ、īŧ‘ã¤ãŽé¤Šč­ˇæ–Ŋč¨­ã‚’č¨Ēねる。

 

I leave my couchsurfing host, who has been very kind, and head with my beloved backpack to meet everyone.

とãĻもčĻĒ切ãĢしãĻくれたポトぎåŽļをåŽģã‚Šã€æ…Ŗã‚ŒčĻĒã—ã‚“ã į§ãŽãƒĒãƒĨãƒƒã‚¯ã‚’čƒŒč˛ ãŖãĻįš†ãĢäŧšã„ãĢčĄŒãã€‚

 

There's a smile on my face just writing about this! We had so much fun!

ã“ã‚Œã‚’æ›¸ãã ã‘ã§į§ãŽéĄ”ãĢįŦ‘éĄ”ãŒæĩŽã‹ãļīŧã¨ãĻもæĨŊã—ã‹ãŖãŸīŧ

 

We began by joining three children for a dinner of fried noodles (No, they didn't expect 5 foreigners to come bursting in. Yes, they were caught with chop-sticks half-raised in surprise).

į§é”ã¯ã€ä¸‰äēēぎ子䞛がį„ŧããã°ã‚’éŖŸãšãĻいる所へįǁį„ļįžã‚ŒãŸã€‚īŧˆãã†ã€‚åŊŧらは、īŧ•äēēぎ外å›ŊäēēがæŠŧしかけãĻくるãĒんãĻæ€ãŖãĻもãŋãĒã‹ãŖãŸã€‚ãã†ã€åŊŧらは銚いãĻãŠįŽ¸ã‚’åŽ™ãĢæŒãĄä¸Šã’ãŸãžãžã ãŖãŸã€‚īŧ‰

 

The event begins with an introduction to all the children and a presentation on Expedition Nihon. Then the fun begins: Jenny and Bow show us how to spin plates, use flower sticks, juggle, and other circus tricks. When it's time us to give it a go, all the children (and adults) go wild! We had so much fun!!!

最初ãĢ子䞛達へぎč‡Ēåˇąį´šäģ‹ã‹ã‚‰å§‹ãžã‚Šã€æ—ĨæœŦ一周ぎプãƒŦã‚ŧãƒŗãƒ†ãƒŧã‚ˇãƒ§ãƒŗã‚’ã—ãŸã€‚ãã“ã‹ã‚‰æĨŊしいäē‹ãŒå§‹ãžã‚‹īŧšã‚¸ã‚§ãƒ‹ãƒŧとバã‚Ļがおįšŋを回す技を教えãĻくれãĻ、フナワãƒŧãƒģã‚šãƒ†ã‚Ŗãƒƒã‚¯ã‚„ã€ãŠæ‰‹įŽ‰ã€äģ–ぎã‚ĩãƒŧã‚Ģã‚šãŽæŖ’ãŽäŊŋい斚も教えãĻくれた。そしãĻã€ã„ã‚ˆã„ã‚ˆįš†ã§åŽŸéš›ãĢã‚„ãŖãĻãŋã‚‹ã¨ã„ã†æ™‚ã¯ã€å­äž›é”įš†ã§ã¯ã—ã‚ƒã„ã (大äēēã‚‚įš†)īŧã¨ãĻもæĨŊã—ã‹ãŖãŸ!!!

 

There were a few girls who loved twirling these ribbons around, so I joined their group for the most part ;)

īŧ’īŧŒīŧ“äēēぎåĨŗãŽå­é”がãƒĒãƒœãƒŗã‚’ã‚¯ãƒĢクãƒĢ回しãĻいãĻã€į§ã¯åŊŧåĨŗã‚‰ãŽã‚°ãƒĢãƒŧプãĢåŠ ã‚ãŖãĻ、掆おを過ごした。įŦ‘饔

 

The event ended with a performance (love how you can see who is naturally inclined to what!) and then they all made origami cranes and wrote down their own curiosities for my project!

ã‚¤ãƒ™ãƒŗãƒˆã¯æœ€åžŒã¯įš†ãŽį™ēčĄ¨ã§įĩ‚わるīŧˆčĒ°ãŒãŠã‚“ãĒäē‹ãĢč‡Ēį„ļと取りįĩ„むぎかがčĻ‹ã‚‹ã“ã¨ãŒå‡ēæĨãĻéĸį™Ŋいīŧīŧ‰ãã—ãĻã€įš†ã§æŠ˜ã‚Šéļ´ã‚’äŊœãŖãĻã€į§ãŽãƒ—ãƒ­ã‚¸ã‚§ã‚¯ãƒˆãŽį‚ēãĢåĨŊåĨ‡åŋƒãŒæš§ãã“とを書いãĻくれたīŧ

 

Thank you to all the staff of the home for having us, and thank you James and Michael for setting up such a wonderful event, and bows to Jenny and Bow for their circus show!

čŋŽãˆãĻãã‚ŒãŸčˇå“ĄãŽįš†ã•ã‚“ã‚ã‚ŠãŒã¨ã†ã€‚ã‚¸ã‚§ãƒŧãƒ ã‚šã¨ãƒžã‚¤ã‚ąãƒĢもこぎようãĒį´ æ™´ã‚‰ã—ã„ã‚¤ãƒ™ãƒŗãƒˆã‚’äŧį”ģしãĻくれãĻありがとう。それからジェニãƒŧとバã‚ĻãŽį´ æ•ĩãĒパフりãƒŧãƒžãƒŗã‚šãĢ感čŦīŧ

 

Beaming, tired, our day ended with a stacked plate of famous Nagoya chicken wings (by far the best wings I've ever had, yum).

į–˛ã‚ŒãŸã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚ã€įŦ‘éĄ”ã§ã€åå¤åą‹ãŽæœ‰åãĒ手įžŊå…ˆãŽå¤§į››ã‚Šã§ä¸€æ—Ĩをįĩ‚えた。īŧˆäģŠãžã§éŖŸãšãŸæ‰‹įžŊ先ぎ中で一į•ĒįžŽå‘ŗã—ã„ã€‚įžŽå‘ŗã„ã€‚īŧ‰

 

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Tokaido trek: day 24, 25, 26

æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄåž’æ­ŠīŧšįŦŦ24,25,26æ—Ĩį›Ž

 

Wow, it's nearly been a month!

おお、もうãģãŧ一ãƒļ月だīŧ

 

It feels like half a year has past

もう一嚴įĩŒãŖãŸã‚ˆã†ãĢも感じる

 

It also feels like only a week or two

ãŸãŖãŸä¸€é€ąé–“ã‹ãã“ã‚‰ã—ã‹įĩŒãŖãĻいãĒいようãĢも感じる

 

How is that possible???

おうしãĻだろう???

 

(Time leans against a metal railing and draws in deeply from the cigar between its lips. "It just is," it answers, disappearing behind a wreath of smoke).

īŧˆæ™‚é–“ã¯ã€é‡‘åąžčŖŊぎ手すりãĢ寄りかかり、唇ぎ間からåˇģきã‚ŋãƒã‚ŗã‚’æˇąãå¸ã„čžŧむ。“ただそれだけ” ã¨æ™‚é–“ã¯į­”ãˆã€į…™ãŽčŧĒぎ中ãĢåŽģる。īŧ‰

 

So three day, how were these three days?

過åŽģぎīŧ“æ—Ĩ間、おんãĒã ãŖãŸã‘īŧŸ

 

Before I go onto that, let me talk a detour for moment...

ãã‚Œã‚’čŠąã™å‰ãĢã€ãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨å¯„ã‚Šé“ã‚’ã•ã›ãĻ下さい。

 

Walking this past nearly-a-month has acquainted to something called CHOAS.

こぎãģãŧ一ãƒļ月間を歊きįļšã‘ãĻ、äŊ•ã‹æˇˇæ˛Œã¨å‘ŧばれるもぎãĢ取りåˇģかれãĻきた。

 

(Upon hearing it's name, Chaos stumbles from its seat and half-runs-half-falls onto the stage. A wider grin takes over its already beaming face, "HIYA, GUYS!")

īŧˆč‡Ē分ぎ名前をå‘ŧばれãĻã€æˇˇæ˛Œã¯éŠšã„ãĻ椅子からčŊãĄãã†ãĢãĒり、半分駆けずるようãĢ半分čŊãĄã‚‹ã‚ˆã†ãĢ゚テãƒŧジへå‡ēた。æ—ĸãĢæ°—æŒãĄã§é̘ãļã‚‹éĄ”ãĢ、ãĢãŖã“ã‚Šã¨å¤§ããĒįŦ‘ãŋをæĩŽã‹ãšã‚‹ã€‚“ハīŊžã‚¤ã€įš†ã•ã‚“īŧâ€īŧ‰

 

Physically getting used to doing long-walks

äŊ“åŠ›įš„ãĢã‚‚é•ˇčˇé›ĸぎ歊きãĢæ…Ŗã‚ŒãĻきた

 

Mentally getting used to doing long-walks

į˛žįĨžįš„ãĢã‚‚é•ˇčˇé›ĸぎ歊きãĢæ…Ŗã‚ŒãĻきた

 

Daily change of environment

æ—Ĩã€…ãŽį’°åĸƒãŽå¤‰åŒ–ãĢã‚‚æ…Ŗã‚ŒãĻきた

 

Dealing with extreme highs and lows (when it's dark/I'm tired/don't know where I'm staying the night, I feel seriously lonely! haha)

ã¨ãŖãĻもæĨŊしいことやæĨŊã—ãį„Ąã„äē‹ã‚‚やりくりしãĻきた 。īŧˆæš—くãĒるとãƒģį–˛ã‚ŒãĻįœ ã„ãƒģ夜おこãĢæŗŠãžã‚Œã‚‹ã‹åˆ†ã‹ã‚‰ãĒい、かãĒり孤į‹ŦīŧįŦ‘īŧ‰

 

While this is all part of the journey, and I am only grateful for it, there's something that keeps screaming out to me: a need to write.

全ãĻã¯æ—…ãŽä¸€éƒ¨ã§ã‚ã‚‹ãŒã€æœ‰ã‚Šé›Ŗã„ã“ã¨ãĢã€ã„ã¤ã‚‚į§ã‚’čŋŊいįĢ‹ãĻãĻくれるもぎがあるīŧš 書かãĒければãĒらãĒいということだ。

 

I'm used to waking up in the morning, drinking green tea by a desk, and writing for 4 hours, but it's not only this habit that keeps tugging at me. It's the inspiration that this walk has built up (and heck has it been building up!) It's a wave that's been rising and rising and now, full of energy, it needs to come crashing down.

朝ãĢčĩˇããĻ、æœēãĢå‘ã‹ãŖãĻåē§ãŖãĻおčŒļã‚’éŖ˛ãŋ、īŧ”時間書く、というįŋ’æ…ŖãĢæ…Ŗã‚ŒãĻいる。しかし、こぎįŋ’æ…ŖãŒį§ã‚’čŋŊいįĢ‹ãĻãĻいるぎではãĒい。歊きįļšã‘ã‚‹ã“ã¨ã‹ã‚‰ã‚¤ãƒŗã‚šãƒ”ãƒŦãƒŧã‚ˇãƒ§ãƒŗãŒãŠã‚“ãŠã‚“æēœãžãŖãĻくる。īŧˆæ˛ĸåąąã ã‚ˆīŧīŧ‰ãžã‚‹ã§æŗĸぎようãĢä¸ŠãŒãŖãŸã‚Šä¸‹ãŒãŖãŸã‚Šã€ã‚‚ãŽã™ã”ã„åŠ›ã§ã€æŗĸæ‰“ãĄéš›ãĢåŊ“たらãĒくãĻはãĒらãĒい。

 

And I think that's it: the creative energy needs to be dispelled.

į§ã¯åˆ†ã‹ãŖãŸīŧšå‰ĩäŊœãŽã‚¨ãƒãƒĢゎãƒŧぎį™ēæ•ŖãŒåŋ…čρãĒぎだ。

 

And for that, I need routine.

そぎį‚ēãĢも、įŋ’æ…ŖãŒåŋ…čĻã ã€‚

 

I've tried fitting writing into the chaos (Chaos jumps up and waves frantically, but before it can open its mouth to speak, gets hushed by the others) but alas, it hasn't been working.

į§ã¯ã€æˇˇæ˛ŒãŽä¸­ã¸æ›¸ãčžŧんでそれを埋めようとしãĻきた。īŧˆæˇˇæ˛Œã¯ãŠãŠã‚ã„ãĻéŖ›ãŗä¸ŠãŒã‚Šã€æ°—ãŒį‹‚ãŖãŸã‚ˆã†ãĢæ‰‹ã‚’æŒ¯ã‚‹ã€‚ã—ã‹ã—ãã‚ŒãŒč¨€č‘‰ã‚’į™ēする前ãĢ、åˆĨãĒもぎでéģ™ã‚‰ã›ã‚‰ã‚ŒãĻしぞう。īŧ‰ã‚あ、しかしこれも上手くいかãĒい。

 

So here's an announcement, dear readers: once I reach Kyoto, the end of the Tokaido route, I intend on staying put in one new prefecture for probably a month. Sure, I'll be explore-walking but AFTER 4 hours of writing, 2 hours of Japanese (I really want to talk to people/read Japanese works!!!), and some part-time English teaching to refresh funds.

そこで、ここでį™ēčĄ¨ã§ã™ã€‚čĒ­č€…ãŽįš†ã•ã‚“īŧšį§ãŒäēŦéƒŊã¸į€ã„ãĻã“ãŽæąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄã‚’įĩ‚ã‚ã‚‰ã›ãŸã‚‰ã€į§ã¯ä¸€įŽ‡æ‰€ã§å¤šåˆ†ä¸€ãƒļ月間æģžåœ¨ã™ã‚‹ã¤ã‚‚ã‚Šã§ã™ã€‚ã‚‚ãĄã‚ã‚“ã€čŋ‘くを歊きぞわるでしょうが、しかしåŋ…ずīŧ”æ™‚é–“ãŽåŸˇį­†ãŽåžŒã€ãã‚Œã‹ã‚‰īŧ’時間ぎæ—ĨæœŦčĒžãŽå‹‰åŧˇãŽåžŒīŧˆį§ã¯æ—ĨæœŦčĒžã§äēēã¨čŠąã—ãŸã‚Šã€æ—ĨæœŦčĒžãŽæœŦをčĒ­ãŋたい!!!īŧ‰ã€ãã—ãĻ少しã‚ĸãƒĢãƒã‚¤ãƒˆã§č‹ąčĒžã‚’æ•™ãˆãĻčŗ‡é‡‘ãŽčĒŋ達 。

 

So that's that. I'm very excited to start, and it's given a new vigour to my walk.

だから、それを始めるぎがとãĻもæĨŊしãŋで、歊くぎãĢも力がこもる。

 

...oh, back to the walk! (Walk stays holding its face between its hands and staring beyond-boredom, too beyond-boredom to even blink, mutters, "Yeah.")

ãŠãŖã¨ã€ãžãŸåž’æ­ŠãĢæˆģらãĒきゃīŧīŧˆåž’æ­Šã¯ã€éĄ”ãĢ手をåŊ“ãĻãĻ暇をもãĻäŊ™ã—ãĻ、あぞりãĢも暇でぞばたきもせずãĢしãĻいる。垒歊はつãļやく、“はい” īŧ‰

 

Countdown! Countdown to Nagoya! Two days and over 80 km left!!!

もうすぐだīŧã‚‚ã†ã™ãåå¤åą‹ã īŧã‚とīŧ’æ—Ĩでīŧ˜īŧã‚­ãƒ­äģĨä¸Šã‚‚æŽ‹ãŖãĻる!!!

 

Day 24 was a I-don't-care-if-the-world-backflips-on-its-backside-I'm-not-walking day.

įŦŦīŧ’īŧ”æ—Ĩį›Žã¯ã€â€œä¸–į•ŒãŒå´Šã‚ŒãĻã˛ãŖãã‚Ščŋ”ãŖãŸã¨ã—ãĻも、おうでもいいや、ä슿—Ĩã¯į§ã¯æ­Šã‹ãĒい”というæ—ĨãĢãĒãŖãŸã€‚

 

Day 25 was a omg-I-have-to-catch-up-on-the-walk day. It was blazing hot during the day time, so I only started at 6:30 pm and power-walked till near midnight (only in Japan and I beat my km record!)

įŦŦīŧ’īŧ•æ—Ĩį›Žã¯ã€â€œã—ãžãŖãŸãƒŧ。とãĢかく歊いãĻ遅れを取りæˆģさãĒきゃ” というæ—Ĩ。æ—Ĩä¸­ã¯ã€ã‚ãĄã‚ƒããĄã‚ƒæš‘ã‹ãŖãŸã€‚ã ã‹ã‚‰å¤•æ–šīŧ–時半ãĢãĒãŖãĻようやく歊きå‡ēしãĻã€ã˛ãŸã™ã‚‰å…¨é–‹æ­Šãã§å¤œä¸­ãžã§æ­Šã„ãŸīŧˆæ—ĨæœŦã ã‹ã‚‰ã§ãã‚‹ã€‚į§ãŽč‡ĒčēĢæœ€éĢ˜čˇé›ĸč¨˜éŒ˛ã īŧīŧ‰

 

I began at Nagoya (my couchsurfing host is there, so I'm tracing the Tokaido backwards to Iwata haha!) and moving away from bright street lights I found myself on darker, smaller roads. There was barely anyone else around and while it was admittedly a wee creepy at times, it was mostly very interesting.

åå¤åą‹ã§å§‹ãžãŖãŸīŧˆåŽŸã¯ã€å¯æŗŠãžã‚Šã•ã›ãĻãã‚Œã‚‹ãƒ›ã‚šãƒˆãŒåå¤åą‹ãĢã‚ã‚‹ãŽã§ã€įŖį”°ãžã§é€†å‘ããĢæąæĩˇé“ã‚’ãŸãŠãŖãĻきた。はははīŧīŧ‰æ˜Žã‚‹ã„通りぎ光からåŽģã‚Šã€æš—ã„į´°ã„é“ã¸ã¨é€˛ã‚€ã€‚ã“ã“ãĢはäģ–ãĢãģとんおčĒ°ã‚‚ã„ãĒã„ã€æ­Ŗį›´č¨€ã†ã¨æ™‚ãĢãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨æ€–ã„æ„Ÿã˜ã‚‚ã—ãŸã€‚ã—ã‹ã—å…¨äŊ“としãĻは中々éĸį™Ŋい。

 

A place transforms at night time.

夜ãĢãĒるとåˆĨãĒ場所ãĢãĒる。

 

Take away people and sunlight, and you're left with the odd street light, shades of darkness, the silence of night. Even when the wind rustles, the trees seem more quiet than usual.

äēēとå¤Ēé™ŊãŒį„ĄããĒる。そしãĻį‹ŦりåĨ‡åĻ™ãĒ通りぎ光ãĢ取り掋され、暗いåŊąãŒã‚り、夜ぎ静けさが掋る。éĸ¨ãŒéŸŗã‚’įĢ‹ãĻたとしãĻも、木々も晎æŽĩより静かãĢしãĻいるようãĒ感じだ。

 

Everything feels different too. The giant bridges and highways feel bigger, wider. The rivers and trees feel deeper. And the houses oddly feel like something from nature rather than something man-made.

全ãĻãŒé•ãŖãĻæ„Ÿã˜ã‚‰ã‚Œã‚‹ã€‚åˇ¨å¤§ãĒ抋や大通りは更ãĢ大きくåēƒãæ„Ÿã˜ã‚‹ã€‚åˇã‚„æœ¨ã€…ã¯ã‚‚ãŖã¨æˇąãæ„Ÿã˜ã‚‹ã€‚ãã—ãĻ、åŽļ々は、åĨ‡åĻ™ãĒäē‹ãĢ、ãĒぜかäēēåˇĨというよりもäŊ•かč‡Ēį„ļからå‡ēæĨãĻいるもぎぎようãĢ感じる。

 

I passed a large shrine with tall stones, flags, a bridge, and a narrow river, and for a moment there was something a bit eerie about it. I could see the outlines of the forms, but most of them were shrouded in complete darkness.

éĢ˜ã„įŸŗã‚„ã€æ——ã€æŠ‹ã€į´°ã„åˇãŒã‚ã‚‹įĨžį¤žã‚’通り過ぎる。一įžŦぎ間、äŊ•かそこãĢæ€–ã„ã‚‚ãŽãŒã‚ãŖãŸã€‚åģēį‰Šã‚„įŸŗãŽåŊĸはčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹ã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚ã€ã§ã‚‚ãģとんおは暗闇ãĢ包ぞれãĻいる。

 

There's a mystery, an intrigue to the dark, and I think that's what made everything so interesting.

暗闇ãĢはäŊ•ã‹ä¸æ€č­°ã§æƒšã‹ã‚Œã‚‹ã‚‚ãŽãŒã‚ã‚‹ã€‚į§ã¯ã€ãã‚ŒãŒå…¨ãĻã‚’čˆˆå‘ŗæˇąãã—ãĻいると思う。

 

There was a section where only large traditional houses filled the streets and these giant buildings with large wooden doors that seemed like old storage places. There were a row of trees that were covered in fairy lights which reminded me of Christmas (my favourite time of year!) Sometimes I'd hear some laughter and talking and then pass a lone Japanese pub with a small group of people.

途中、大きãĒå¤ã„ãŠåą‹æ•ˇãŒä¸Ļãŗå¤§ããĒ木ぎ戸ばかりで、古い倉åēĢぎようãĒæ„Ÿã˜ãŽå ´æ‰€ãŒã‚ãŖãŸã€‚č–„æš—ã„å…‰ã§æœ¨ã€…ãĢčĻ†ã‚ã‚ŒãĻいãĻã€į§ãĢクãƒĒ゚マ゚を思いå‡ēさせたīŧˆä¸€åš´ã§į§ãŽå¤§åĨŊきãĒ時だīŧīŧ‰æ™‚ãĢ、įŦ‘ã„åŖ°ãŒčžã“ãˆå°‘äēēæ•°ãŽäēēがいる一čģ’ã ã‘ãŽéŖ˛ãŋåą‹ã‚’éŽãŽã‚‹ã€‚

 

When the Tokaido passed through brightly-lit streets, they seem like something out of a movie rather than normal life in Japan. Past a highway and a vast, rippling river, I hear the creaking of a train. I want to walk more but I can't miss the last train back. Next time :)

æąæĩˇé“ã§æ˜Žã‚‹ãį…§ã‚‰ã•ã‚ŒãŸé€šã‚Šã‚’éŽãŽã‚‹ã¨ãã€æ—ĨæœŦãŽé€šå¸¸ãŽį”Ÿæ´ģというよりは、むしろ映į”ģぎīŧ‘ã‚ˇãƒŧãƒŗãŽã‚ˆã†ãĒ感じがする。大通りと大きãĒæŗĸįĢ‹ã¤åˇã‚’éŽãŽãĻ、é›ģčģŠãŽéŸŗãŒčžã“ãˆã‚‹ã€ã‚‚ãŖã¨æ­ŠããŸã„ã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚ã—ã‹ã—ã€æˆģるé›ģčģŠã‚’逃すこともできãĒい。ぞたæŦĄå›žãĢしよう。įŦ‘饔

 

Day 26. A that's-it-I'm-planning-some-routine day.

įŦŦīŧ’īŧ–æ—Ĩį›Žã€‚â€œã‚‚ã†ã“ã‚Œãžã§ã ã€ã—ãŖã‹ã‚Šã¨æ¯Žæ—Ĩぎパã‚ŋãƒŧãƒŗã‚’č¨ˆį”ģする” æ—Ĩ。

 

Did some research, planning. Caught up on sleep, stayed in bed and read and then had a delicious Austrian dinner with a polish couple and our Couchsurfing host, and are later joined by two enthusiastic Italian ladies. We exchange travel stories (especially the crazy ones) and have a good time. Before I go to sleep, it dawns on my how much I'm going to have to walk tomorrow and the day after to make Nagoya...

少しčĒŋずãĻã€č¨ˆį”ģã‚‚ã—ãŸã€‚ããĄã‚“ã¨įœ ã‚Šã€ãƒ™ãƒƒãƒ‰ãĢとおぞりčĒ­æ›¸ã‚’ã—ãĻ、そしãĻポトぎポãƒŧãƒŠãƒŗãƒ‰ãŽã‚ĢップãƒĢã¨įžŽå‘ŗã—ã„ã‚Ēãƒŧ゚トãƒĒã‚ĸæ–™į†ãŽå¤•éŖŸã‚’éŖŸãšãŸã€‚åžŒã‹ã‚‰å…ƒæ°—ãŽã‚ã‚‹ã‚¤ã‚ŋãƒĒã‚ĸäēēぎåĨŗãŽäēē達が合æĩã™ã‚‹ã€‚æ—…ãŽčŠąã‚’ã—īŧˆį‰šãĢæĨĩį̝ãĢãŠã‹ã—ã„čŠąīŧ‰ã€æĨŊしい時間を過ごす。寝る前ãĢ、明æ—Ĩと明垌æ—Ĩã§åå¤åą‹ãĢčžŋã‚Šį€ã‹ãĒければãĒらãĒいäē‹ã‚’思いå‡ēし、おれだけ歊かãĒければãĒらãĒいぎかが頭ãĢぎしかかる。。

 

(Walk stands up, its beyond-boredom stare gone. A little smile creeps in the corner of its lips and before it leaves the stage, it says to the lingering audience, "See you.")

īŧˆåž’歊はįĢ‹ãĄä¸ŠãŒã‚‹ã€‚ã‚‚ã†é€€åąˆã§ã—ã‚‡ã†ãŒãĒã„ã¨ã„ã†į›Žã¤ãã¯į„ĄããĒãŖãĻいる。垒歊ぎ唇ぎį̝ãĢã¯č–„æ°—å‘ŗæ‚Ēい小さãĒįŦ‘éĄ”ãŒæŧ‚ãŖãĻいる。そしãĻ゚テãƒŧジを降りる前ãĢã€æŽ‹ãŖãĻいるčĻŗåŽĸ達ãĢč¨€ã†ã€‚â€œãžãŸåžŒã§ã­â€īŧ‰

 

 

THE END.

おしぞい。

 

 

(PS. Sorry about lack of photos! It was too dark for any proper ones)

īŧˆã‚ã¨ãŒãã€‚å†™įœŸãŒį„ĄããĻごめんãĒさいīŧæš—すぎãĻãĄã‚ƒã‚“ã¨ã—ãŸãŽãŒæ’Žã‚Œãžã›ã‚“ã§ã—ãŸã€‚īŧ‰

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Tokaido trek: day 21, 22, 23

æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄ åž’æ­ŠīŧšįŦŦ21,22,23æ—Ĩį›Ž

 

When people ask about my walk, they make me aware of one particular thing: the disappearance of time.

垒歊ぎäē‹ãĢついãĻ尋ねられると、1つぎäē‹ãĢ気äģ˜ã‹ã•ã‚Œã‚‹ã€‚æ™‚é–“ãŒį„ĄããĒるということだ。

 

It melts away. One day feels like many days, a week feels like a month.

ぞるでとけãĻしぞう。一æ—ĨがäŊ•æ—ĨãĢã‚‚æ„Ÿã˜ãŸã‚Šã€ä¸€é€ąé–“ãŒä¸€ãƒļ月ぎよう。

 

"Did that really just happen yesterday?" My mind asks.

â€œãã‚ŒãŖãĻ、æœŦåŊ“ãĢ昨æ—Ĩã ãŖãŸīŧŸâ€į§ãŽé ­ã¯č¨Šãã€‚

 

Yes, yes it did.

そうだよ。あれは昨æ—Ĩだよ。

 

And as time disappears, a sum of experience is all that's left...

そしãĻ、時間がæļˆãˆã‚‹ã€‚įĩŒé¨“すずãĻãŒįŠãŋ重ãĒãŖãĻあるだけ。

 

...In a supermarket near Shimada, on old lady peaks at me eating raw broccoli. She comments, shocked, and I invite her to try some. She picks a piece, "Oishi! hajimete!" she buys me coffee, we talk about her life of living alone for 30 years and her hobby of piano (when I say I'd love to hear her she shakes her head smiling,  "hazukashi'!") For over half an hour, we forget that my Japanese is rubbish and the silence that naturally comes between conversation. For over half an hour, we connect.

åŗļį”°ãŽå´ãŽã‚šãƒŧパãƒŧマãƒŧã‚ąãƒƒãƒˆã§ã€į§ãŒį”ŸãŽãƒ–ãƒ­ãƒƒã‚ŗãƒĒãƒŧã‚’éŖŸãšãĻいるぎをあるお劆さんがčĻ—ãã€‚åŊŧåĨŗã¯ãŗãŖãã‚Šã ã¨č¨€ã„ã€į§ã¯čŠĻしãĻãŋãĻã¨č¨€ã†ã€‚åŊŧåĨŗã¯1つ取り上げãĻ、“おいしい。はじめãĻīŧâ€ã€€åŊŧåĨŗãŒã‚ŗãƒŧヒãƒŧã‚’č˛ˇãŖãĻくれる。åŊŧåĨŗãŒ30åš´é–“į‹Ŧりで暎らしãĻいるäē‹ã‚„ピã‚ĸノぎčļŖå‘ŗãĢついãĻčŠąã—ãŸã€‚īŧˆį§ãŒã€æ˜¯éžč´ããŸã„ã¨č¨€ã†ã¨ã€åŊŧåĨŗã¯éĻ–ã‚’æŒ¯ãŖãĻ、“æĨずかしいīŧâ€ã¨č¨€ãŖãŸã€‚īŧ‰ä¸€æ™‚間半äģĨä¸ŠčŠąã—ã€į§ãŽæ—ĨæœŦčĒžãŒæ‹™ã„äē‹ã‚’åŋ˜ã‚Œæ˛ˆéģ™ãŽįžŦ間がč‡Ēį„ļãĢ少しずつå‡ēãĻくる。一時間äģĨ上、äēŒäēēでäŊ•įš‹ãŒãŖãŸæ™‚é–“ã‚’éŽã”ã—ãŸã€‚

 

Eventually,  she bows to leave but I open my arms to hug her. She hesitates for a moment,  then hugs me. We both depart smiling to ourselves...

åŊŧåĨŗã¯ãŠčžžå„€ã‚’しãĻåŽģã‚‹æ™‚ã€į§ã¯č…•ã‚’åēƒã’ãĻåŊŧåĨŗã‚’æŠąãã—ã‚ã‚ˆã†ã¨ã™ã‚‹ã€‚åŊŧåĨŗã¯æœ€åˆæˆ¸æƒ‘ãŖãŸãŒã€æŠąãã—ã‚čŋ”す。おäē’いįŦ‘éĄ”ã§ã•ã‚ˆãĒらをする。

 

...the sun sets and the sky shifts into darker shades until a deep blue sky hangs above the cobbled road entrance to the old Tokaido road in Kanaya.

å¤Ēé™ŊãŒæ˛ˆãŋ、įŠēはæŽĩ々暗くãĒã‚Šé‡‘č°ˇãŽæąæĩˇé“ぎ旧道へå…Ĩã‚‹įŸŗį•ŗãŽé“ã‚’æˇąã„é’ã„įŠēがčĻ†ã†ã€‚

 

To enter or not to enter?

å…Ĩるずきか、å…ĨらざるずきかīŧŸ

 

I've only walked for ten miles today, I have to make Nagoya on 16th April, but soon it will be pitch black and that experience in Hakone has let me know that such a set up is unideal haha.

ä슿—Ĩはīŧ‘īŧã‚­ãƒ­ã—か歊いãĻいãĒい。īŧ”月īŧ‘īŧ–æ—ĨãĢã¯åå¤åą‹ãĢį€ã‹ãĒければãĒらãĒい、しかしすぐãĢįœŸãŖæš—ãĢãĒã‚‹ã—ã€įŽąæ šã§ãŽįĩŒé¨“からそぎようãĒįŠļæŗã¯į†æƒŗįš„ã§ãĒい、įŦ‘。

 

But who cares? I was silly then.

しかし、そんãĒぎčĒ°ãŒããĢするかīŧŸã€€į§ã¯ã‚ãŽæ™‚é ­ãŒãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨ãŠã‹ã—ã‹ãŖãŸã ã‘ã ã€‚

 

"Don't repeat your mistakes!" My brain pings.

â€œåŒã˜éŽãĄã‚’įš°ã‚Ščŋ”すãĒīŧâ€ã€€į§ãŽé ­ã¯įŸĨらせる。

 

I sit on the side of a stone platform and think it through. The sky turns navy. I decide to wake up early tomorrow and walk then. Sitting, enjoying the moment, stars come out. "You are all specks in time that will soon disappear. In the vastness of space, you are nothing."

įŸŗãŽå°ãĢåē§ã‚Šã‚ˆãč€ƒãˆã‚‹ã€‚įŠēはį´ē色ãĢãĒる。明æ—Ĩ旊くčĩˇããĻ、歊くことãĢする。åē§ãŖãĻ、そぎįžŦ間をæĨŊしむ。星がå‡ē始める。“あãĒãŸæ–šã¯įš†ã€ã™ãšãĻ時間ぎ中ãĢã‚ã‚‹į‚šã€…ã€ãžãŸį›´ãæļˆãˆã‚‹ãŽã ã€‚åēƒã„厇厙ぎ中で、äŊ•もぎでもãĒい。”
 

And yet, here we are.

ぞただ。

 

In dilence, I watch the stars. The sky turns black. I sit take train to my room in Kakegawa. Good night, everyone...

静かãĒ中で、星をãŋる。įŠēはéģ’ãĢå¤‰ã‚ã‚‹ã€‚æŽ›åˇãŽéƒ¨åą‹ãžã§é›ģčģŠã§åē§ã‚‹ã€‚ãŋんãĒ、おやすãŋ。

 

...6:20 am. Old Tokaido road. Tall trees, cobbled roads, steep mountains and rows and rows of tea bushes, birds twittering everywhere. I spot a large bird that looks like a chicken but is too elegant for one. It flies away as I approach and crouches, hiding in grass.  Should I let it know how much its bright red face stands out more in the grass? I turn away, pretending not to see it, laughing to myself...

6:20am, æąæĩˇé“旧道。éĢ˜ã„æœ¨ã€…ã€įŸŗį•ŗãŽé“ã€æ€Ĩå‹žé…ãŽåąąã€…ã€ãã—ãĻ嚞重、嚞重もぎおčŒļį•‘ã€éŗĨãŒã‚ãĄã“ãĄã§ã•ãˆãšã„ãĻã„ã‚‹ã€‚į§ã¯ã€ãĢわとりãĢäŧŧた大きãĒéŗĨをčĻ‹ã¤ã‘ãŸã€‚ã—ã‹ã—éļãĢしãĻはįļēéē—過ぎる。čŋ‘ãĨいãĻã—ã‚ƒãŒã‚€ã¨éŖ›ã‚“ã§é€ƒã’ãĻã€č‰ãĢéš ã‚Œã‚‹ã€‚č‰ãĢ隠れると、よりčĩ¤ã„éĄ”ãŒį›ŽįĢ‹ã¤ã“ã¨ã‚’æ•™ãˆã‚‹ãšãã ã‚ã†ã‹īŧŸã€€į§ã¯ã€ããŖãŊを向いãĻ、そぎéŗĨが隠れãĻčĻ‹ãˆãĒくãĒãŖãŸæŒ¯ã‚Šã‚’ã—ãĻ、įŦ‘ãŖãŸã€‚

 

..10 hours of walking, feet complaining and stomach rumbling, I arrive at Iwata. blue flags with a football logo line the streets. They look so lovely in this humble town, but imagine the pressure the players must feel whenever there's a match!

īŧ‘īŧæ™‚間ぎ歊き。čļŗãŒæ–‡åĨã‚’č¨€ã„ã€ãŠč…šã‚‚ãã†ãã†č¨€ãŖãĻã„ã‚‹ã€‚įŖį”°ãĢį€ãã€‚ã‚ĩッã‚Ģãƒŧぎロゴがå…ĨãŖãŸé’ã„æ——ãŒé“ãĢä¸Ļãļ。こぎおしとやかãĒį”ēãĢは可愛らしくある。しかし、čŠĻ合がある時ぎ選手達ぎプãƒŦãƒƒã‚ˇãƒŖãƒŧはすごいもぎがあるだろうīŧ

 

A lot of the time, during this walk, there is often nothing more to say then, "Yeah, so I just walked through plain, identical looking houses and roads."

垒歊ぎ途上ではæ˛ĸåąąãŽæ™‚é–“ã‚’č˛ģやすが、多くはäŊ•ã‚‚č¨€ã†ã“ã¨ãŒãĒã„ã€‚â€œãã†ã ã‚ˆã€į§ã¯ãŸã åšŗãŸã„ã€åŒã˜ã‚ˆã†ãĒčĻ‹ã‹ã‘ãŽåŽļや道を歊いただけだよ。”

 

Boring? Sure. But when time disappears, it just becomes part of the rhythm of an experience. The silence in between the music.

éŖŊきãĒã„ã‹ãŖãĻīŧŸãžã‚。しかし時間がæļˆãˆãĻ、毎æ—ĨぎãƒĒã‚ēムãĢãĒãŖãĻã„ã‚‹ã€‚éŸŗæĨŊã¨éŸŗæĨŊぎ間ぎ静寂と同じ。

 

I finish a 30 km walk (about time!) and arrive at a train station to go to my couchsurfing host. A massive Iwata football logo covers a station wall (hah!) Gambette!!! ...
īŧ“īŧã‚­ãƒ­ã‚’歊きįĩ‚える。īŧˆæ™‚間だīŧīŧ‰é§…ãĢį€ãã€å¯å ´æ‰€ã ã‘ãŽãƒ›ã‚šãƒˆãŽåŽļãĢčĄŒãã€‚åˇ¨å¤§ãĒįŖį”°ãŽã‚ĩッã‚Ģãƒŧチãƒŧãƒ ãŽãƒ­ã‚´ãŒé§…ãŽåŖã‚’čĻ†ã†īŧˆã¯ã¯īŧīŧ‰é ‘åŧĩãŖãĻ!!!

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Night ZooKeeper classes for refugee children

This program offers language support for Syrian children living as refugees in a foreign land, often orphaned, and with little access to Arabic or English. Volunteers dedicate their time and skills so that kids can continue to learn their native language from qualified instructors and ultimately preserve their culture. Arabic language instructors have the ability to dial-in via Skype or Zoom to teach kids living in refugee community centers (where approved). 

Beginning in April, we installed the Night Zookeeper language platform as well as Internet connections to create an environment that will allow for collaboration between kids in Japan and Syria by using English and also provide a platform for Arabic language instructors to volunteer to teach online so that Syrian children don’t lose their native language skills.

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Day 19 & 20 of Iva C.A.R.E.S. Fun Raiser walk along the 53 Stations of Tokaido

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Tokaido trek: day 19 & 20

æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄåž’æ­ŠīŧšįŦŦ19、20æ—Ĩį›Ž

 

 

Here's a go at making posts shorter so I can upload more photos...

äģŠå›žã¯ãƒ–ãƒ­ã‚°ã‚’įŸ­ãã—ãĻå†™įœŸã‚’čŧ‰ã›ã‚‰ã‚Œã‚‹ã‚ˆã†ãĢčŠĻしãĻãŋる。

 

Energy. That's the keyword this day. Remember that crazy energy I had to burn off the day before?

äŊ“力ãƒģエネãƒĢゎãƒŧ。がä슿—Ĩぎキãƒŧワãƒŧド。一昨æ—Ĩį§ãŽäŊ“力がäŊ™ã‚Šã™ãŽãĻいたぎをčĻšãˆãĻいるīŧŸ

 

It's back. More than ever. I do the only thing left to do:

ぞただよ。äģŠãžã§ãĢį„Ąã„ãã‚‰ã„ã€‚æŽ‹ã•ã‚ŒãŸäē‹ã¯ä¸€ã¤ã ã€‚

 

I leave everything but my phone/money in my room and go jogging (wouldn't some Edo- ites have ran it to send urgent messages?)

į§ã¯æēå¸¯ã¨ãŠé‡‘ã ã‘æŒãŖãĻ、垌は全ãĻã‚’éƒ¨åą‹ãĢįŊŽã„ãĻã‚¸ãƒ§ã‚Žãƒŗã‚°ã¸å‡ēかける。īŧˆæąŸæˆ¸ãĢäŊã‚€äēē達はかつãĻᎊæ€ĨãŽé€ŖįĩĄã‚’äŧãˆã‚‹ã¨ããĢは、čĩ°ãŖãŸã§ã—ょīŧŸīŧ‰

 

The distance I cover in an hour I jog in 15 minutes or so. I stop when I want to and endorphine-flooded, observe everything with hyper clarity (hmm are you thinking what I'm thinking?)

歊くと1時間かかるところを、čĩ°ã‚‹ã¨å¤§äŊ“15åˆ†ã§čĄŒã‘ãĻしぞう。æ­ĸぞりたい時ãĢはæ­ĸãžã‚‹ã€‚ã‚¨ãƒŗãƒ‰ãƒĢãƒ•ã‚ŖãƒŗãŒæēĸれãĻいる。全ãĻãŒã¯ãŖãã‚Šã¨čĻŗå¯Ÿã§ãã‚‹ã€‚īŧˆãĩīŊžã‚“ã€ã˛ã‚‡ãŖã¨ã—ãĻį§ã¨åŒã˜äē‹ã‚’č€ƒãˆãĻるīŧŸīŧ‰

 

It's a beautiful, sunny day and on my way, hey ho, I spot another backpack traveller who seems of the seasoned type haha. I stop and ask him if he is walking the Tokaido and he, Stefan, says yes. Woo!

とãĻã‚‚įžŽã—ã„æ™´ã‚ŒãŽæ—Ĩだ。そしãĻ途中で、おや、ãƒĒãƒĨãƒƒã‚¯ã‚’čƒŒč˛ ã†æ—…čĄŒč€…ã‚’čĻ‹ã¤ã‘ã‚‹ã€‚ãƒ™ãƒ†ãƒŠãƒŗã‚ŋイプだ、įŦ‘ã€‚į§ã¯æ­ĸãžãŖãĻ、åŊŧãĢæąæĩˇé“を歊いãĻã„ã‚‹ãŽã‹č¨Šãã€‚åŊŧã€ã‚šãƒ†ãƒ•ã‚Ąãƒŗã¯č¨€ã†ã€‚ãã†ã ã‚ˆã€‚ãŠãƒŧīŧ

 

"Wait, what's your name? Are you one who is walking all the prefectures?" he asks.

â€œãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨åž…ãŖãĻ、名前はīŧŸ あãĒたがæ—ĨæœŦを一周しãĻいる䞋ぎäēēかいīŧŸâ€åŊŧã¯č¨Šãã€‚

 

Small world!!! Upon hearing about Stefan 's 4 month walk around Japan, his friend told him about someone even crazier than him (i.e. me) so that's how word has spread (about YouMeWe too!)

ä¸–į•Œã¯å°ã•ã„!!!ã€€ã‚šãƒ†ãƒ•ã‚ĄãƒŗãŒæ—ĨæœŦで4ãƒļ月間歊くというäē‹ã‚’čžã„ãĻ、åŊŧぎ友達がåŊŧã‚ˆã‚Šã‚‚ã‚‚ãŖã¨ã‚¯ãƒŦãƒŧジãƒŧãĒäēēãŒåą…ã‚‹ã‚ˆãŖãĻīŧˆã™ãĒã‚ãĄį§īŧ‰č¨€ãŖãŸã¨ãŽã“と。ãĒるãģãŠã“ã†č¨€ã†éĸ¨ãĢ噂はåēƒãžã‚‹ãŽã ãĒ。īŧˆYouMeWeぎäē‹ã‚‚だīŧīŧ‰

 

We talk about history, Japanese culture, etc, walk through even closer mountains and gushing rivers, all while he navigates with a book about the Tokaido (gps was going to lead us the wrong way!). Eventually, we depart as I have to jog off my energy (warned you, keyword).

į§ãŸãĄã¯æ­´å˛ãŽã“ã¨ã‚„æ—ĨæœŦぎ文化ãĒãŠã‚’čŠąã™ã€ãã—ãĻåąąãĢčŋ‘ãĨいãĻæŋ€æĩãŽčžēりも歊く。åŊŧã¯ãšãŖã¨æąæĩˇé“ぎæœŦをé ŧりãĢé€˛ã‚€ã€‚īŧˆGPSã ã¨é–“é•ãŖãŸæ–šå‘ã¸å°Žãã‚ˆã†ã īŧīŧ‰æœ€įĩ‚įš„ãĢį§ã¯ã‚¸ãƒ§ã‚Žãƒŗã‚°ã‚’ã—ãĻエネãƒĢゎãƒŧをæļˆč˛ģするためãĢåˆĨれる。īŧˆč­Ļ告したでしょ。キãƒŧワãƒŧドčĻšãˆãĻいるīŧŸīŧ‰

 

The nature is stunning and lush. Green everywhere, large rivers, beaming sun. Obviously I chat up some old women I see on the way (had an old man yelling at me - in a good natured way - when I tried going into a museum, then shake my hand the end of our talk. That's another story!)

č‡Ēį„ļã¯į›Žã‚’čĻ‹åŧĩã‚‹ã‚ˆã†ã€‚čąŠã‹ã ã€‚å…¨ãĻãŒįˇ‘ã€å¤§ããĒåˇã€å…‰ã‚Ščŧãå¤Ēé™Ŋã€‚ã‚‚ãĄã‚ã‚“ã€é€”ä¸­ã§åĨŗãŽäēēãĢã‚‚åŖ°ã‚’ã‹ã‘ã‚‹ã€‚īŧˆãŠåŠ†ã•ã‚“ãŒį§ãĢ寞しãĻäŊ•かåĢんでいる。åĨŊæ„įš„ãĒæ„Ÿã˜ã§ã€‚åšį‰Šé¤¨ãĢå…Ĩã‚ã†ã¨ã—ãŸã‚‰ã€į§ãŽæ‰‹ã‚’æĄãŖãĻæĄæ‰‹ã‚’ã™ã‚‹ãŽã§äŧščŠąã¯æ­ĸãžãŖãŸã€‚ã“ã‚Œã¯ãžãŸåˆĨãĒ芹īŧīŧ‰

 

I stop to eat at 5 pm. Finally, finally, my legs are tired. I walk. It gets windy, cold. "You're on your own, buddy" says the Energy.

5時ãĢæ­ĸãžãŖãĻéŖŸãšãĻã€ã‚„ãŖã¨ã€ã‚„ãŖã¨į§ãŽčļŗã¯į–˛ã‚Œã‚‹ã€‚歊きå‡ēす。だんだんéĸ¨ãŒåšãå¯’くãĒる。“もうあãĒたはč‡Ē分į‹Ŧã‚Šã ã‹ã‚‰ã­ã€‚â€ã€€į§ãŽã‚¨ãƒãƒĢãƒŧãŒč¨€ã†ã€‚

 

Exhausted, I stop before Fujida post station and take a bus back. Night night!

ヘトヘトãĢãĒãŖãĻã€č—¤æžåŽŋぎ前でæ­ĸぞりバ゚ãĢ䚗る。おやすãŋīŧ

 

 

 

Day 21. Garden party garden party garden party! Today's the day!

įŦŦīŧ’īŧ‘æ—Ĩį›Žã€‚čĒ˜ã‚ã‚ŒãŸåē­ã§ãŽãƒ‘ãƒŧãƒ†ã‚Ŗãƒŧだ、パãƒŧãƒ†ã‚Ŗãƒŧだ、パãƒŧãƒ†ã‚Ŗãƒŧīŧã‚„ãŖã¨ä슿—ĨがæĨたīŧ

 

Because I must be there in the afternoon and it's near Fuji city (the green part of it!) I explore Shizuoka, land of Ieyasu Tokugawa. A trip to Nihondaira brought the unexpected.

午垌ãĢã¯į€ã‹ãĒければãĒらãĒいぎで、富åŖĢ市ぎčŋ‘くだからīŧˆå¯ŒåŖĢå¸‚ãŽä¸­ãŽįˇ‘ãŒæ˛ĸåąąã‚ã‚‹åœ°åŸŸīŧīŧ‰åŽļåēˇãŽåœŸåœ°ã§ã‚ã‚‹é™å˛Ąã‚’ã‚ãĄã“ãĄå‘¨ã‚‹äē‹ãĢする。æ—ĨæœŦåšŗãžã§ãŽäē‹ã¯å…¨ãæœŸåž…しãĻいãĒã‹ãŖãŸã€‚

 

1) I saw mount Fuji in its entirety! All of it! (Had to hold back tears haha)

īŧ‘īŧ‰å¯ŒåŖĢåąąãŒåŽŒå…¨ãĢčĻ‹ãˆãŸīŧå…¨éƒ¨ã ã‚ˆīŧīŧˆæļ™ã‚’å ĒえãĒくãĻはãĒらãĒã‹ãŖãŸã€‚įŦ‘īŧ‰

 

 2) unable to see Ieyasu's shrine, I walk around the area. The sea appears. Something about it, perhaps its crashing waves and seeming endlessness, makes me watch it for an hour. I came to see a human, but nature showed me the sea.

īŧ’īŧ‰åŽļåēˇãŽįĨžį¤žãŒčĻ‹ã‚‰ã‚ŒãĒã‹ãŖãŸã€‚ã‚ãĄã“ãĄæ­Šãå›žãŖãĻæŽĸしたぎãĢ。æĩˇãŒįžã‚Œã‚‹ã€äŊ•ã‹ãŒį‰šåˆĨã ã€ã‚‚ã—ã‹ã—ãŸã‚‰ã€ããŽå˛¸ãĢãļつかるæŗĸã¨ããŽã¨ã‚ãŠã‚į„Ąã•ã€äŊ•ã‹ãŒį§ã‚’ããŽå ´ãĢį•™ã‚ã‚‹ã€‚īŧ‘時間æĩˇã‚’įœēめた。åŽļåēˇã¨ã„うäēēをčĻ‹ã‚‹į‚ēãĢæĨたけれおも、č‡Ēį„ļã¯į§ãĢæĩˇã‚’čĻ‹ã›ãĻくれた。

 

Afternoon. Garden party.

午垌。åē­åœ’ぎパãƒŧãƒ†ã‚Ŗãƒŧ。

 

Ah, readers!!! Any words I string together won't describe the magic of a lush garden, great company, fine food, and a view of mount Fuji. All by a 400 year old house. Saito-san and his wife have been holding these garden parties for over 20 years! We talk about pizza, the stillness of rocks, and ancestry, while sipping on wine by an outdoor fireplace under the stars. I could live like this forever :)

ああ、čĒ­č€…ãŽįš†ã•ã‚“!!!ã€€ã“ãŽčąŠæŊ¤ãĒåē­åœ’ãŽé­”æŗ•ã¯į§ãŒãŠã‚“ãĒč¨€č‘‰ã‚’įš‹ãŽåˆã‚ã›ãĻもčĒžã‚Šå°ŊくせãĒい。æĨŊしいäēēã€…ã€įžŽå‘ŗã—ã„éŖŸäē‹ã€ãã—ãĻ富åŖĢåąąãŽįœēめ。全ãĻ400嚴前ãĢåģēãĻられたåŽļãŽå‰ã§ã€‚æ–Žč—¤ã•ã‚“ã¨åŊŧぎåĨĨさんはこぎようãĒパãƒŧãƒ†ã‚Ŗãƒŧを20åš´äģĨ上įļšã‘ãĻいるぎだīŧ ピã‚ļãŽčŠąã‚„ã€įŸŗãŽé™ã‘ã•ã€åŽļįŗģぎäē‹ã€æ˜ŸãŽä¸‹ãŽå¤–ãĢã‚ã‚‹æš–į‚‰ãŽæ¨Ēã§ãƒ¯ã‚¤ãƒŗã‚’éŖ˛ãŋãĒãŒã‚‰čŠąã™ã€‚į§ãĒら、永遠ãĢã“ã†ã‚„ãŖãĻいられる。įŦ‘

 

They very kindly let me stay the night and I wake up the next morning to birds twittering behind washi-paper doors. I leave with the smell of flowers lingering in my mind...

åŊŧらはčĻĒ切ãĢã‚‚å¤œæŗŠã‚ãĻくれた。æŦĄãŽæœã€å’Œį´™ã§å‡ēæĨたドã‚ĸぎ向こう側でさえずるéŗĨãĢį›ŽãŒčĻšã‚ã‚‹ã€‚čŠąãŽéĻ™ã‚ŠãŒé ­ãĢæŧ‚うぞぞ帰る。

 

Thank you deeply Saito-san and wife :))) I will see you again!!!

æ–Žč—¤ã•ã‚“ã¨åĨĨさんおうもありがとう!!! ぞたäŧšã„ぞしょう!!!

 

PS. Photos of the garden party will be uploaded when I receive 'em!

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Tokaido trek: day 17 & 18

æąæĩˇé“äē”十三æŦĄ åž’æ­ŠīŧšįŦŦīŧ‘īŧ—æ—Ĩ、īŧ‘īŧ˜æ—Ĩį›Ž

I don't know what it was: maybe it was the time to reset, or the end of the Blister Party, or the excitement of returning to the Tokaido without a backpack. Or perhaps all three.

äŊ•æ•…ã‹č‰¯ãã‚ã‹ã‚‰ãĒいīŧšã˛ã‚‡ãŖã¨ã—たらäŧ‘んだからか、それかčļŗãŽãƒžãƒĄãŒãŠã•ãžãŖãŸã‹ã‚‰ã‹ 、ãƒĒãƒĨãƒƒã‚¯į„Ąã—ã§æąæĩˇé“へæˆģるというぎでã‚Ļキã‚ĻキしãĻいるか、īŧ“つぞとめãĻかもしれãĒい。

 

Either way, I was bursting with energy. Too much energy.

ãŠãĄã‚‰ãĢã›ã‚ˆã€į§ã¯ã‚¨ãƒãƒĢゎãƒŧでとãĻもæē€ãŸã•れãĻいた。有り過ぎるくらい。

 

Took a train back to Kanbara, where I left off, and began with a supermarket-picnic on a bench. As I was munching, casually gazing at the mountains, guess who decides to show itself?

æąæĩˇé“ぎ歊き途中ぎįĨžåŽŸãžã§é›ģčģŠãĢ䚗り、゚ãƒŧパãƒŧぎおåŧåŊ“から始めた。むしゃむしゃやりãĒãŒã‚‰ã€åąąã‚’äŊ•æ°—ãĢįœēめãĻいると、、čĒ°ãŒįžã‚ŒãŸã¨æ€ã†īŧŸ

 

Fuji-san!!!

富åŖĢåąąã !!!

 

So here's the thing: whenever I reach a spot where Fuji-san could be seen in full mountainous glory with rivers and houses at its feet, and locals saying how this is the perfect viewing spot, 75% of it is hidden behind clouds. 60% if I'm lucky. And never its peak.

つぞりこういうだīŧšå¯ŒåŖĢåąąãŒčŖžãŽåˇã‚„åģēį‰Šã¨å…ąãĢ雄大ãĢčŧã„ãĻčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹å ´æ‰€ãĢãŸãŠã‚Šį€ãã¨ã€åœ°å…ƒãŽäēēé”ã¯ãã†ã„ã†æ‰€ãŒåŽŒį’§ãĒįœēã‚ãŒã§ãã‚‹å ´æ‰€ã ã¨č¨€ã†ã€‚75īŧ…かナッキãƒŧでも60īŧ…ã¯é›˛ãĢ隠れãĻしぞうが、頂上はいつもčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹ã€‚

 

But as I walk through towns and cities and casually check a gps direction or have have a picnic, there it is in clear view!!! I have yet to see all of it clearly, but when I do see a part of it during these unexpected times, I see it 100%. I am left speechless, everytime.

しかし、į”ēやéƒŊ市部を歊いãĻいる時ãĢでも、GPSã§æ–šč§’ã‚’įĸēかめたり、おåŧåŊ“ã‚’éŖŸãšãĻいると、そこãĢ晴れやかでįļēéē—ãĒįœēめがある!!!ã€€į§ã¯ãžã å¯ŒåŖĢåąąã‚’åŽŒå…¨ãĢæ™´ã‚Œåˆ‡ãŖãŸįŠļ態ではčĻ‹ãŸã“ã¨ãŒį„Ąã„ãŽãĢ、こういう思いもよらãŦ時ãĢéƒ¨åˆ†įš„ãĢčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹æ™‚ã¯ã€é›˛ãĢ隠れãĻいãĒい。100īŧ…čĻ‹ãˆã‚‹ã€‚ãĒã‚“ã¨ãžãŸã ã€ã„ã¤ã‚‚éƒ¨åˆ†įš„ãĢčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹æ™‚ãĢé™ãŖãĻ、晴れる。

 

Today is was a beautiful walk!

ä슿—ĨはとãĻã‚‚įžŽã—ã„åž’æ­ŠãŽæ—Ĩだīŧ

 

Kanbara is my favourite town in Japan so far. Old houses, small unique gardens, mountains in the background. I get back into the rhythm of observing, experiencing, only peaking into local shops because it feels a bit wrong if I don't buy something haha.

įĨžåŽŸãŒäģŠį§ãĢã¨ãŖãĻæ—ĨæœŦでお気ãĢå…Ĩりぎį”ēだ。古いåŽļ々、小さãĒčļŖãŽã‚ã‚‹åē­ã€ãã—ãĻčƒŒæ™¯ãĢåąąã€…ã€‚ãžãŸčĻŗå¯Ÿã¨äŊ“験ぎãƒĒã‚ēムãĢæˆģãŖãĻいく。おåē—ã¯ãĄã‚‡ã“ãŖã¨čĻ—ãã ã‘ãĢしãĻいる。äŊ•ã‚‚č˛ˇã‚ãĒã„ãŽã¯å¤ąį¤ŧだから。įŦ‘

 

I see an old lady stop to gaze at an ancient-looking house, and I use this opportunity to make talk.

お劆さんがとãĻも古いåŽļぎ前でįĢ‹ãĄæ­ĸãžãŖãĻčĻ‹ãĻã„ã‚‹ã€‚ã“ã“ãžã¨ã°ã‹ã‚Šã€į§ã¯čŠąã‹ã‘ã‚‹ã€‚

 

"Sumimasen, kore wa nan desu ka," I innocently ask.

“゚ミマã‚ģãƒŗã€ã‚ŗãƒŦãƒã€ãƒŠãƒŗãƒ‡ã‚šã‚Ģã€‚â€ã€€į´”æƒ…ãĒ感じで尋ねる。

 

Her reply is elaborate and enthusiastic (and incomprehensible), but we both venture into the house to explore. It has a traditional Japanese layout with tatami floors and from the signs and boards it seems like a big deal.

åŊŧåĨŗãŽį­”えは丁寧ãĢį´°ã‹ãį†ąãŒį¯­ãŖãĻいるīŧˆãã—ãĻã€į§ãĢã¯æ„å‘ŗãŒåˆ†ã‹ã‚‰ãĒい。īŧ‰ã—かし、äēŒäēēでåŽļぎ中へå…ĨãŖãĻãŋる。昔ãĒがらぎäŧįĩąįš„ãĒåģēį‰Šã§į•ŗãŽåēŠã ã€‚įœ‹æŋや文字ぎ書かれãĻいるæŋから、äŊ•ã‚„ã‚‰ãŠåą‹æ•ˇãŽã‚ˆã†ã ã€‚

 

We go to the garden and meet a lady who works there. She takes us to this pebble-covered circle on the ground and puts a bamboo stick in its middle and gestures me to put me ear to it. As I do, she pours water to its bottom and I hear this metal tinkling sound (still don't know what I was listening to!)

åē­ã¸å‡ēãĻそこでäŊœæĨ­ã‚’するåĨŗãŽäēēãĢäŧšã†ã€‚åŊŧåĨŗã¯æˆ‘ã€…ã‚’įŸŗį•ŗãŽå††ãŒã‚ã‚‹ã¨ã“ã‚ãĢé€Ŗã‚Œã€įĢšãŽæŖ’ã‚’įœŸã‚“ä¸­ãĢįŊŽã„ãĻã€į§ãĢč€ŗã‚’åŊ“ãĻãĻãŋã‚ã¨æ‰‹įœŸäŧŧã‚’ã™ã‚‹ã€‚į§ãŒč€ŗã‚’åŊ“ãĻると、åŊŧåĨŗã¯åē•ãĢ水をå…Ĩã‚Œã‚‹ã€‚é‡‘åąžãŽéŗ´ã‚‹éŸŗãŒã™ã‚‹ã€‚īŧˆį§ãĢはぞだäŊ•ã‚’č´ã„ãĻいるぎか分からãĒい。īŧ‰

 

After the old lady listens to the water-tinkling, we chat for a bit and then leaves. It seems like we're walking the same route so we talk (yay!) She's from Nagoya and armed with a JR pass, is out to explore and search for sakura ebi (shrimp).

ãŠåŠ†ã•ã‚“ã‚‚ãã‚Œã‚’č´ã„ãŸåžŒãĢã€ã™ã“ã—čŠąã‚’ã—ãĻé›ĸã‚ŒãŸã€‚ãŠã†ã‚„ã‚‰åŒã˜æ–šå‘ã¸čĄŒãã‚‰ã—ãã€ īŧˆã‚„ãŖãŸīŧīŧ‰ä¸€įˇ’ãĢ歊きãĒãŒã‚‰čŠąã™ã€‚åŊŧåĨŗã¯åå¤åą‹ã‹ã‚‰æĨãĻいãĻJRãƒ‘ã‚šã‚’æŒãŖãĻã„ãŸã€‚æĄœãˆãŗã‚’æą‚ã‚ãĻきたとぎこと。

 

Our joint walk is short and I am soon left with the Tokaido and a sign-board to the Satta Pass with a little drawing of Fuji-san by the sea. Perfect.

ä¸€įˇ’ãŽæ­Šãã¯į›´ãįĩ‚ã‚ã‚Šã€į§ã¯æąæĩˇé“ã¸ã€‚č–ŠåŸĩåŗ īŧˆã•ãŖãŸã¨ã†ã’īŧ‰ã¸ãŽæ¨™č­˜ãŒã‚り富åŖĢåąąãŽå´ãĢæĩˇãŒã‚る小さãĒįĩĩãŒã‚ã‚‹ã€‚åŽŒį’§ã ã€‚

 

Satta Pass should be called Orange Groves By The Sea Pass. I've never seen so many oranges! As I walk through countless orange trees and views of the sea and faraway lands, I turn to see mount Fuji (you know where this is going, right?) hidden behind clouds. Should have known ;)

薩åŸĩåŗ ã¯â€æĩˇåŗ ãŽå´ãŽãŋã‹ã‚“į•‘â€ã¨å‘ŧばれるずきだ。こんãĒãĢæ˛ĸåąąãŽãŋかんをčĻ‹ãŸã“ã¨ãŒãĒいīŧæĩˇã‚„遠くぎ陸がčĻ‹ãˆã‚‹ã¨ã“ã‚ã§ã€ãŋかんぎ木々ぎ間を歊いãĻčĄŒãã¨ã€ãžãŸå¯ŒåŖĢåąąãŒčĻ‹ãˆãŸīŧˆã‚‚うおうãĒるか、įŸĨãŖãĻよねīŧŸīŧ‰å¯ŒåŖĢåąąã¯ãžãŸå°‘ã—é›˛ãĢ隠れãĻいる。čĻšæ‚Ÿã—ãĻãŠããšãã ãŖãŸã€‚įŦ‘饔

 

The path descends into ancient, towering trees. I stop by a bamboo forest and something about it calls me to explore it. I enter. I am in a different world.

道は古い大きãĒ木々ぎ中へ降りãĻã„ãã€‚į§ã¯įĢšč—Ēぎ所でæ­ĸãžãŖãŸã€‚äŊ•ã‹ãŒį§ã‚’čĒ˜ãŖãĻå‘ŧんでいる。中へå…Ĩã‚‹ã€‚ãžã‚‹ã§é•ãŖãŸä¸–į•Œã ã€‚

 

The bamboos sway in the breeze and their leaves rustle and stalks clatter, but there is a stillness and silence to this world. I too become still and silent.

įĢšãŒéĸ¨é‚ĒãĢæēã‚Œã€č‘‰ã¯æ“Ļã‚ŒåˆãŖãĻã€åššã¯éŸŗã‚’ãŸãĻる。しかし、äŊ•か時間がæ­ĸãžãŖãŸã‚ˆã†ãĒé™ã‘ã•ãŒã“ãŽä¸–į•ŒãĢã¯ã‚ã‚‹ã€‚į§ã‚‚å‹•ã‹ãšãĢæ˛ˆéģ™ã™ã‚‹ã€‚

 

After a while, I walk up a steep slope, then turn to look down at Tokaido road and then my gps. It turns out that this bamboo forest is where the old Tokaido route was! There is no path, but I use the bamboo stalks for support as I go up the steep slope.

少しįĩŒãŖãĻから、æ€ĨãĒ坂ぎ昇りãĢãĒã‚Šã€æ›˛ãŒã‚‹ã¨æąæĩˇé“がčĻ‹ä¸‹ã‚ã›ã‚‹ã€‚ GPSをčĻ‹ã‚‹ã€‚ã“ãŽįĢšč—ĒãŒæ˜”ãŽæąæĩˇé“ãŒã‚ãŖãŸå ´æ‰€ã īŧã€€ãĄã‚ƒã‚“ã¨ã—ãŸé“ã¯į„Ąã„ã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚ã€įĢšãŽåššã‚’æ”¯ãˆãĢしãĻ、æ€Ĩ坂を昇る。

 

Here and there are broken pieces of rock (from the old route perhaps!) and clinging onto the bamboo, I rejoin the new paved Tokaido route.

ã‚ãĄã“ãĄã§å‰˛ã‚ŒãŸįŸŗãŽæŦ į‰‡ãŒã‚ã‚‹īŧˆå¤šåˆ†æ˜”ここãĢé“ãŒã‚ãŖãŸã‹ã‚‰ã‹ã‚‚ã—ã‚ŒãĒいīŧīŧ‰ãã—ãĻįĢšãĢつかぞりãĒãŒã‚‰ã€æ–°ã—ã„æąæĩˇé“ãŽčˆ—čŖ…é“čˇ¯ã¸å‡ēる。

 

Had so much fun! :D

とãĻもæĨŊã—ã‹ãŖãŸīŧåš¸ã›ã€‚

 

I arrive at Okitsu. Dour buildings come into view. Rusting tin roofs and on going construction. I hasten my walk. It begins to drizzle and turns dark. Another post station. I pick a jasmine flower (my favourite!) and breathing its scent in deeply, continue.

興æ´ĨãĢį€ãã€‚ãšã‚“ãã‚Šã—ãŸãƒ“ãƒĢがčĻ‹ãˆãĻãã‚‹ã€‚éŒ†ãŗãŸãƒ–ãƒĒã‚­ãŽåą‹æ šã‚„åģē設åˇĨäē‹ã€‚æ€Ĩぎčļŗã§æ­Šãã€‚雨ãĢãĒり、暗くãĒる。æŦĄãŽåŽŋå ´ã ã€‚ã‚¸ãƒŖã‚šãƒŸãƒŗãŽčŠąã‚’æ‘˜ãŋīŧˆį§ãŽåĨŊきãĒ花īŧīŧ‰éĻ™ã‚Šã‚’æˇąãå¸ã„čžŧãŋ、ぞた歊く。

 

There's something special about walking at night. No one is around, I can sing out loud/dance freely  (though I was caught once by an equally surprised lady haha). It feels like another day.

夜歊くぎは、äŊ•ã‹į‰šåˆĨãĒもぎがある。čĒ°ã‚‚ã„ãĒã„ã€‚ã˛ã¨ã‚Šã§æ­ŒãŖãŸã‚Šč¸ŠãŖãŸã‚Šč‡Ēį”ąãĢできるīŧˆã—かし、途中åĨŗæ€§ã¨å‡ēäŧšãŖãĻおäē’いãĢãŗãŖãã‚Šã—ãŸã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚ã€‚ã¯ã¯ã€‚īŧ‰æ˜ŧとはぞるでåˆĨãĒæ—Ĩぎ感じだ。

 

Still bursting with energy, I walk on. I only stop because I have to go back and fix my website.

ぞだぞだäŊ“åŠ›ãŒã‚ãŖãŸãŽã§ã€æ­Šãįļšã‘た。ぞだ歊けるけれおも、æˆģãŖãĻホãƒŧムペãƒŧã‚¸ã‚’į›´ã•ãĒいといけãĒいから、įĩ‚わりãĢする。

 

What an enchanting time :)

ãĒんãĻį´ æ•ĩãĒ一æ—Ĩだ。įŦ‘饔

 

(Sheesh that was a long post!)

(ãĩう、ずいãļã‚“é•ˇã„ãŽã‚’æ›¸ã„ãŸīŧ)

 

 

Day 18:

įŦŦ18æ—Ĩį›Ž

 

Sunny at first, then rainy. Very rainy.

最初は晴れ、そしãĻ雨、そしãĻã˛ãŠã„é›¨ã€‚

 

I go back to where I left off (still backpack/blister free yay!) As I write this my mind is telling me to cut it short. Roads, houses, highways. There are no mountains and barely any wood in sight (I did see a car with a wooden frame!) More rain, strong winds.

æąæĩˇé“ぎ歊き途中ぎ場所ぞでæˆģるīŧˆæœĒだãĢãƒĒãƒĨックも、čļŗãŽãƒžãƒĄã‚‚į„Ąã„īŧīŧ‰äģŠã“れを書きãĒãŒã‚‰ã€į§ãŽé ­ã¯įŸ­ãįĩ‚わらせãĒãã‚ƒã¨č¨€ãŖãĻã„ã‚‹ã€‚é“čˇ¯ã€åŽļã€…ã€å¤§é€šã‚Šã€‚åąąã‚‚į„Ąã„ã—æœ¨é€ ãŽåģēį‰Šã™ã‚‰čĻ–į•ŒãĢį„Ąã„īŧˆæœ¨ã§å‡ēæĨたčģŠã¯čĻ‹ã‹ã‘ãŸã‘ã‚ŒãŠã‚‚īŧīŧ‰ã•らãĢ雨、そしãĻåŧˇã„éĸ¨ã€‚

 

As adults flee to the dryness of indoor, school children continue running and skipping around haha. I had a raincoat on, so no amount of rain was stopping me today. Soaking shoes included. At 4 pm I reach Shizuoka post station and my room just a 10 min walk away, so I decide to change socks/drenched trousers before continuing.

大äēēは䚞いたåģēį‰ŠãŽä¸­ã¸é€ƒã’ãĻいくが、å­Ļæ ĄãŽå­äž›é”ã¯čĩ°ã‚Šįļšã‘ãĻ゚キップしãĻã„ã‚‹ã€‚ã¯ã¯ã€‚į§ã¯é›¨ã§ã‚‚æ°—ãĢã›ãščĄŒã“ã†ã¨ã€ãƒŦã‚¤ãƒŗã‚ŗãƒŧトをčĸĢãŖãŸã€‚æŋĄã‚ŒãŸé´ã‚‚æ°—ãĢせずãĢ。夕斚4時ãĢãĒãŖãĻã€é™å˛ĄãŽåŽŋå ´ãĢį€ãã€10åˆ†å…ˆãŽéƒ¨åą‹ãžã§æ­Šãã€‚é´ä¸‹ã¨ã‚ēãƒœãƒŗã‚’åąĨきæ›ŋãˆãžãŸå…ˆã¸é€˛ã‚‚ã†ã¨č€ƒãˆã‚‹ã€‚

 

At this point, my energy is overwhelming and it needs to burn (who would have thought, eh?) I box, do squats,  press ups, the whole deal. Still not enough, but it helps. Its too late to venture on the Tokaido because I'll be away from a city/town and want to avoid the Hakone situation (haha) so I fix my website to where I am happy with it.

ã“ãŽæ™‚į‚šã§ã¯ã€äŊ“力が有りäŊ™ã‚‹į¨‹ã€‚ã‚‚ãŖã¨æļˆč€—しãĒくãĻはīŧˆį§ãŒã“ã‚“ãĒãĒんãĻčĒ°ãŒæ€ãŖãŸã ã‚ã†īŧŸīŧ‰į§ã¯ã€ãƒœã‚¯ã‚ˇãƒŗã‚°ã‚’ã—ãŸã‚Šã€ã‚šã‚¯ãƒ¯ãƒƒãƒˆã‚’ã—ãŸã‚Šã€č…•įĢ‹ãĻäŧã›ã‚’したが、čļŗã—ãĢはãĒるけれおも、ぞだčļŗã‚ŠãĒã„ã€‚ã—ã‹ã—æąæĩˇé“ã‚’é€˛ã‚€ãĢは遅すぎる。į”ēからé›ĸれãĻįŽąæ šãŽã‚ˆã†ãĒä狿…‹īŧˆįŦ‘īŧ‰ãĢãĒãŖãĻはいけãĒã„ã€‚į§ã¯ãƒ›ãƒŧムペãƒŧã‚¸į›´ã—ãĢ存分ãĢ取りįĩ„むことãĢした。

 

Finally, at 11:30pm, the energy ceases. I sleep.

夜ぎ11īŧš30分ãĢãĒãŖãĻ、äŊ“力もå°Ŋき、寝る。

 

 

PS. Can't post more photos because of a storage limit, sorry!

あとがき。゚トãƒŧãƒŦッジ不čļŗã§ã‚‚うこれäģĨä¸Šå†™įœŸãŒčŧ‰ã›ã‚‰ã‚ŒãĒい。ごめんãĒいīŧ

 

 

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Dear readers,

čĒ­č€…ãŽįš†ã•ã‚“ã€

 

I wish I had some stories and photos to share, but alas, these past two days have been stop-and-reset days (sorry about that!) It seems like my backpack has been cutting off some circulation from my arms, so I got it checked out in a hospital just for the sake of it (it's all perfectly fine, nothing to worry about!)

ä슿—Ĩã‚‚č‰˛ã€…ãĒčŠąã‚„å†™įœŸå†™įœŸã‚’į´šäģ‹ã§ãã‚Œã°č‰¯ã‹ãŖãŸãŽã ã‘れおも、ああ、こぎä猿—Ĩ間はæ­ĸãžãŖãĻäŧ‘ã‚€æ—ĨãĢãĒãŖãŸã€‚īŧˆã”めんãĒさいīŧīŧ‰ã€€ãŠã†ã‚„ら、ãƒĒãƒĨックã‚ĩãƒƒã‚¯ãŒį§ãŽč…•ãŽčĄ€ãŽæĩã‚Œã‚’æ­ĸめãĻいたãŋãŸã„ã§į—…é™ĸで一åŋœč¨ēãĻã‚‚ã‚‰ãŖãŸã€‚īŧˆå…¨ãĻ大丈å¤Ģ。åŋƒé…ã™ã‚‹äē‹ã¯ã‚りぞせんīŧīŧ‰

 

It still amazes me how much can be communicated with expressive hand gesture and a little bit of acting (can't say "feeling tingles in fingers" in Japanese? Just wiggle your fingers and point to them!)

いぞだãĢビックãƒĒã™ã‚‹ã€‚æ‰‹ã§ãŽã‚¸ã‚§ã‚šãƒãƒŖãƒŧã‚„ãĄã‚‡ãŖã¨ã—ãŸčēĢæŒ¯ã‚Šæ‰‹įœŸäŧŧでこんãĒãĢã‚ŗãƒŸãƒĨãƒ‹ã‚ąâ€•ã‚ˇãƒ§ãƒŗãŒã§ãã‚‹ãĒんãĻ。īŧˆæ—ĨæœŦだと“手がピãƒĒピãƒĒする。”ãĒんãĻč¨€ãˆãĒいでしょīŧŸã€€ã§ã‚‚、手をčģŊくåˇĻåŗãĢ動かしãĻæŒ‡åˇŽã›ã°č‰¯ã„īŧīŧ‰

 

Of course this could only work with very patient and good-humored people (the nurse points to a space on the form that I have to fill in and says, "Happy Birthday!" Haha) Amazing as it is, when a doctor can only stare at you after having repeated himself over and over to my utter non-comprehension, you realize that story-telling gestures can only go so far :P

ã‚‚ãĄã‚ã‚“ã“ã‚Œã¯ã€æˆ‘æ…ĸåŧˇãčžã„ãĻくれるäēēや性æ ŧãŽč‰¯ã„äēēãĢしか劚かãĒい。īŧˆįœ‹č­ˇåŖĢã•ã‚“ãŒį§ãŒæ›¸ãčžŧã‚“ã§ã„ã‚‹į”¨į´™ãŽä¸€éƒ¨åˆ†ã‚’æŒ‡åˇŽã—ãĻ“čĒ•į”Ÿæ—Ĩおめでとうīŧâ€ã¨č¨€ã†ã€‚はは。īŧ‰æœŦåŊ“ãĢおもしろいもぎだ。おåŒģč€…ã•ã‚“ãŒį§ãŒå…¨ãåˆ†ã‹ã‚‰ãĒいぎãĢäŊ•å›žã‚‚įš°ã‚Ščŋ”しčĒŦ明しãĻ、そしãĻį§ã‚’čĻ‹ã¤ã‚ã‚‹äē‹ã—かå‡ēæĨãĒã„ã€‚é€ŖæƒŗãŽã‚¸ã‚§ã‚šãƒãƒŖãƒŧã‚˛ãƒŧãƒ ã¯æ‰€čŠŽã‚ã‚‹į¨‹åēĻã—ã‹é€šį”¨ã—ãĒいや:P

 

Then Hide came to the rescue!

そしたらヒデが手劊けしãĻくれたīŧ

 

He was very kind and translated everything! It all went smoothly, no issues, and I've decided to book accommodation where I can leave my bag and continue galavanting on the Tokaido. After that? Wrote, caught up with family and friends, and remember Saito-san, the owner of the international awarded garden? He invited me to a garden party this Sunday!!! Im so excited!!!

åŊŧはčĻĒ切ãĢも全ãĻįŋģč¨ŗã—ãĻくれたīŧ すずãĻä¸Šæ‰‹ãčĄŒãã€‚å•éĄŒãĒã—ã€‚į§ã¯ã€čˇį‰Šã‚’įŊŽã‘る場所をäēˆį´„しãĻæąæĩˇé“ã§ã‚ãĄã“ãĄæĨŊしãŋãĒがら回ることãĢæąēめた。そぎ垌はīŧŸåŽļ族や友達ãĢ書く、それからあぎå›Ŋéš›įš„ãĒčŗžã‚’ã¨ãŖãŸåē­åœ’ぎã‚ĒãƒŧナãƒŧãŽæ–Žč—¤ã•ã‚“ãŽäē‹ã‚’čĻšãˆãĻいるīŧŸåŊŧが、æ—Ĩ曜æ—ĨぎåŊŧぎåē­ã§ãŽãƒ‘ãƒŧãƒ†ã‚ŖãƒŧãĢ招垅しãĻくれた!!! とãĻもæĨŊしãŋ!!!

 

Till next time :)

æŦĄå›žãžã§ã€‚įŦ‘饔

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