Obaa-chan in the cloud project with Waseda Business School
Cindy, Chee Ming, Michael and Naveen,
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Most of them have never done "design thinking" exercise, so I believe they learned a lot --- although it was an extremely condensed version.
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Hope ideas generated through the exercises gave some insight to Michael.
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I am enclosing photos we took. Feel free to use/upload the photos if you want!
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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
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CLICK HERE TO DONATE:
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Career Assessment / Mentoring
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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Press Release: Colt Supports âIVA C.A.R.E.S.â Fundraising Project for Children in Orphanages with CSR Partner YouMeWe
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Tokyo, 30 April 2018 âColt 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, Coltâs 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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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).
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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 customersâ digital transformation through agile and on-demand, high bandwidth solutions. The Colt IQ Network connects over 800 data centers across Europe, Asia, and North Americaâs 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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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!
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.
1+5+16+30+459+600+30,000=Iva C.A.R.E.S.
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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 TÅkaidÅ (æąæĩˇéäēå䏿ŦĄ TÅkaidÅ GojÅĢsan-tsugi)
The TÅkaidÅ 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.
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.
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.
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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 childrenâs 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.
Day 33,34,35,36 of Iva C.A.R.E.S. Walk-a-thon to Kyoto
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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!
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Before the sun sets, a golden light fills the skies and filters through the tree leaves. Everything looks magical in such light.
æĨãæ˛ãåãĢãįŠēãéģéč˛ã§æēãããã æ¨ã ãŽéãå ãåēãããããĒå ãŽä¸ã§ã¯ãå ¨ãĻãéæŗãŽããã ã
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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.
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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§ãæŠãã¨ãįãæĸãžãį§ãčĻãããã¤ããŽãĄããŖã¨čĻãã ããŽããŽãããĒããéˇã2,3į§ãããĻããŖããčĻããã¤ã ãäŊåēĻããčĻããããŽã¯æ°ãĢãĒããĒããį§ãæĨæŦã§ã¯įããã ããããããã¯åãããįŦãããããį§ã¯ãã¤ãŦãžã§čĄãæãĢãįĻãŖãĻããĒãé°å˛æ°ãåēããĒããã°ãĒããĒããŖããã¨ãĻãæ°ãžãããŖããã¯ã¯ã
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Camped at the edge of mountains. Little, rough sleep, but when stars are shining above you, it doesn't really matter.
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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!)
įŦŦ34æĨįŽãæ°æãĄãŽč¯ãåžæŠã ã夊æ°ãį´ æ´ããããįŽãčĻåŧĩããããĒæ¯č˛ããããŽæ¯č˛ã¯äģãžã§ã§ä¸įĒãããããĒãīŧįãčãŖãæ¨ã ãŽä¸ãŽæĨåãé˛ããé ããįŗãŽįĨį¤žãåšžã¤ãčĻã¤ãããæŋæĩãŽåˇãį§ãéä¸ã§ã大éãã§äŊå°ããŽå¤§ããĒããŠãã¯ãį§ãŽæ¨Ēãé§ãæããĻčĄããŽã§æĸãžããĒããã°ãĒããĒããŖãīŧæãæãīŧīŧããããããŽåžæĄãčĻã¤ãããŽã§ãããšãĻã¯č¯ããīŧéå˛Ąã§ã¯æĄã¯æŽĩã æŖãŖãĻãããã īŧīŧ
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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.
čãŽįã§ã˛ã¨å¯ããĻãįˇãŽäēēã芹ããŽãĢįŽãčĻãžããį§ãŽåãŽéãĢã¯ããŦã¤ãããã¨ä¸įˇãŽæĨæŦäēēãŽã°ãĢãŧããããããããĻããããį§ãĢã¯åãããããåãæąæĩˇéäēå䏿ŦĄãæŠãäģ˛ééã īŧåŊŧãã¨å°ãä¸įˇãĢæŠããããããšããããĻããžãįŦããĢãŧãã¸æģãã
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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.
ãåŠãããæąæĩˇéäēå䏿ŦĄãŽåįŠé¤¨ãæĄå ããĻããããīŧæŗ¨īŧį§ãŽæšã¯ãåŊŧåĨŗãŽæšč¨ãįč§Ŗãããã¨ä¸įæ¸åŊīŧīŧãããĻãã¤ããĢãį§ã¯čĒįļãæįļãĢåĨŊããĒæ¯č˛ã ãããŠããååēčĄãŽããįēãĢįãããŽã¯åŦãããéŖäēãæ´æŋ¯ããããĻããŖãŗããŽã§ãã大ããĒå Ŧåãããããã§ã9æãĢå¯ãĻããžãã
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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.
äŊãåĻãĒæĒãæčĻãĢįŽãčĻãããæãŽīŧīŧ30åã ãå ŦåãĢã¯čǰãåą ãĒããæãããæļããĻãããčĻåããĻãäŊãįĄããčãããĒããããããĒãĢãæĒãäēæããããæéãããŖã¨čĻã¤ããĻããã¨ãããŖã¨äŊããčĻãããããŖã¨é ããĢãäēäēēãŽįˇãŽäēēãį§ãŽæšã¸æŠããĻããã
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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.
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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.
åžããæ¯ãčŋããåŊŧãã¯ãžã čŋŊãŖãããĻãããåãžã§čĩ°ãŖãĻä¸å°ãŽčģãå ãįãããžãžæĸãžãŖãĻãããŽãčĻã¤ããããããããããåŊŧããŽããĒīŧčģãéŋããĻåžããčĻãããžã åŊŧããčĻããã
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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.
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"You know you can't camp anymore, right?"
"Yes, I know"
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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.
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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 :)
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Day 35. I spend the day reading/talking to my friend, not walking. I needed it. And yes, stayed the night in accommodation.
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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!
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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!!!)
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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!
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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.
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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 :)
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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?
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I snap a quick photo for this post, and leave for my room in Osaka...
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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 :)
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To all of you, I bow.
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Day 30, 31 & 32 Of Iva C.A.R.E.S Fund Raiser Has walked for a month...
Tokaido trek
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Happy month-on-the-tokaido everyone!
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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!)
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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 :)
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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!
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Day 31. My dear Tokaido, we reunite again.
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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!)
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I walk until my gps points out that I have to take a ferry to Kuwana, so I take a train instead.
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It's hot, very hot. Yes, I am wearing the lightest clothes I own, and yes, it's not even summer. Yay me!
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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.
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Anyway :)
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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!"
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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
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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 :)
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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.
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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!!!
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His wife joins us and we talk about their travels to Europe etc and he gives me a small drawing as a present!
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"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!"
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"Aenai," he repeats. I nod, smile. "Hai, aenai!"
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Later on, I research the word. It means "tragic"...
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It's time to learn Japanese...
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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 :)
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Day 32. I get going at 5:30 am, but as the hours pass, it becomes roasting!
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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We have a lovely talk, visit an ancient sakura tree from another of Hiroshige's ukiyoe, and then get going.
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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?
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The monk's wife!
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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!!!
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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.
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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 :)
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But for now, the Tokaido calls...
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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!
Day 27,28 & 29 of Iva C.A.R.E.S Fun raising walked all the way to Nagoya...
Tokaido trek: day 27, 28, 29
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(Sorry for the later post today! Ask Michael and Tully's coffee about it ;) )
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Here's a theory: the more you struggle to find words for something, the more meaningful it is.
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Language is fairly recent in our human history, feelings are not.
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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.
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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)
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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.
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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...
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Before I realize it, the skies darken and I grab lunch/dinner at a konbini and continue.
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Begin, a walk in the night.
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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.
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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.
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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¸ãã褿˛ĸãžã§ãŽå¤ãŽåžæŠãŽåįããĸãŧã§ããīŧãĄãĸīŧæ˛ĸåąąã¯čĻããĒããīŧīŧ
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2. Flowers by a roadãéį̝ãŽčąã
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3. The inside of a church (it was locked, so photo taken through the window pane)
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4. A faceless manããéĄãŽãĒãäēē
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5. A castle, a river, a manãããåãåˇãäēē
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6. A lone lightãä¸ã¤ã ããŽæãã
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7. A lakeãæš
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Day 29! Nagoya! Today I meet Michael (founder of YouMeWe) and the balloon circus and visit a children's home
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I leave my couchsurfing host, who has been very kind, and head with my beloved backpack to meet everyone.
ã¨ãĻãčĻĒåãĢããĻãããããšããŽåŽļãåģããæ ŖãčĻĒããã į§ãŽãĒãĨãã¯ãčč˛ ãŖãĻįãĢäŧããĢčĄãã
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There's a smile on my face just writing about this! We had so much fun!
ãããæ¸ãã ãã§į§ãŽéĄãĢįŦéĄãæĩŽããļīŧã¨ãĻãæĨŊãããŖãīŧ
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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).
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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!!!
æåãĢåäžéã¸ãŽčĒåˇąį´šäģããå§ãžããæĨæŦä¸å¨ãŽããŦãŧãŗããŧãˇã§ãŗããããããããæĨŊããäēãå§ãžãīŧã¸ã§ããŧã¨ããĻããįŋãåãæãæããĻãããĻãããŠã¯ãŧãģãšããŖãã¯ãããæįãäģãŽãĩãŧãĢãšãŽæŖãŽäŊŋãæšãæããĻãããããããĻãããããįã§åŽéãĢããŖãĻãŋãã¨ããæã¯ãåäžéįã§ã¯ãããã (大äēēãį)īŧã¨ãĻãæĨŊãããŖã!!!
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There were a few girls who loved twirling these ribbons around, so I joined their group for the most part ;)
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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!
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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!
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Beaming, tired, our day ended with a stacked plate of famous Nagoya chicken wings (by far the best wings I've ever had, yum).
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Day 24, 25 & 26 Of Iva C.A.R.E.S. Fund Raiser
Tokaido trek: day 24, 25, 26
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Wow, it's nearly been a month!
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It feels like half a year has past
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It also feels like only a week or two
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How is that possible???
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(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).
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So three day, how were these three days?
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Before I go onto that, let me talk a detour for moment...
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Walking this past nearly-a-month has acquainted to something called CHOAS.
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(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!")
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Physically getting used to doing long-walks
äŊåįãĢãéˇčˇéĸãŽæŠããĢæ ŖããĻãã
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Mentally getting used to doing long-walks
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Daily change of environment
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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)
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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.
å ¨ãĻã¯æ ãŽä¸é¨ã§ããããæãéŖããã¨ãĢããã¤ãį§ãčŋŊãįĢãĻãĻãããããŽãããīŧ æ¸ããĒããã°ãĒããĒãã¨ãããã¨ã ã
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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.
æãĢčĩˇããĻãæēãĢåããŖãĻåē§ãŖãĻãčļãéŖ˛ãŋãīŧæéæ¸ããã¨ããįŋæ ŖãĢæ ŖããĻãããããããããŽįŋæ Ŗãį§ãčŋŊãįĢãĻãĻãããŽã§ã¯ãĒããæŠãįļãããã¨ããã¤ãŗãšããŦãŧãˇã§ãŗããŠããŠãæēãžãŖãĻãããīŧæ˛ĸåąąã ãīŧīŧãžãã§æŗĸãŽãããĢä¸ããŖããä¸ããŖãããããŽãããåã§ãæŗĸæãĄéãĢåŊãããĒããĻã¯ãĒããĒãã
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And I think that's it: the creative energy needs to be dispelled.
į§ã¯åããŖãīŧåĩäŊãŽã¨ããĢãŽãŧãŽįēæŖãåŋ čĻãĒãŽã ã
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And for that, I need routine.
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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¯ãæˇˇæ˛ãŽä¸ã¸æ¸ãčžŧãã§ãããåãããã¨ããĻãããīŧæˇˇæ˛ã¯ããŠãããĻéŖãŗä¸ãããæ°ãįãŖããããĢæãæ¯ããããããããč¨čãįēããåãĢãåĨãĒããŽã§éģãããããĻããžããīŧããããããããã䏿ããããĒãã
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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.
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So that's that. I'm very excited to start, and it's given a new vigour to my walk.
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...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.")
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Countdown! Countdown to Nagoya! Two days and over 80 km left!!!
ããããã īŧããããåå¤åąã īŧãã¨īŧæĨã§īŧīŧããäģĨä¸ãæŽãŖãĻã!!!
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Day 24 was a I-don't-care-if-the-world-backflips-on-its-backside-I'm-not-walking day.
įŦŦīŧīŧæĨįŽã¯ãâä¸įãå´ŠããĻã˛ãŖããčŋãŖãã¨ããĻãããŠãã§ãããããäģæĨã¯į§ã¯æŠããĒãâã¨ããæĨãĢãĒãŖãã
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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!)
įŦŦīŧīŧæĨįŽã¯ãâããžãŖããŧãã¨ãĢããæŠããĻé ããåãæģããĒããâãã¨ããæĨãæĨä¸ã¯ãããĄãããĄãæããŖããã ãã夿šīŧæåãĢãĒãŖãĻããããæŠãåēããĻãã˛ãããå ¨éæŠãã§å¤ä¸ãžã§æŠããīŧæĨæŦã ããã§ãããį§ãŽčĒčēĢæéĢčˇéĸč¨é˛ã īŧīŧ
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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.
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A place transforms at night time.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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There's a mystery, an intrigue to the dark, and I think that's what made everything so interesting.
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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.
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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 :)
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Day 26. A that's-it-I'm-planning-some-routine day.
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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...
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(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.")
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(PS. Sorry about lack of photos! It was too dark for any proper ones)
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Day 21, 22 & 23 of Iva C.A.R.E.S. Fund Raiser
Tokaido trek: day 21, 22, 23
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When people ask about my walk, they make me aware of one particular thing: the disappearance of time.
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It melts away. One day feels like many days, a week feels like a month.
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"Did that really just happen yesterday?" My mind asks.
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Yes, yes it did.
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And as time disappears, a sum of experience is all that's left...
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...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.
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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...
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...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.
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To enter or not to enter?
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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.
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But who cares? I was silly then.
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"Don't repeat your mistakes!" My brain pings.
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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."
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And yet, here we are.
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In dilence, I watch the stars. The sky turns black. I sit take train to my room in Kakegawa. Good night, everyone...
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...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, æąæĩˇéæ§éãéĢãæ¨ã ãįŗįŗãŽéãæĨåžé ãŽåąąã ããããĻåšžéãåšžéããŽãčļįãéŗĨãããĄããĄã§ãããããĻãããį§ã¯ããĢãã¨ããĢäŧŧã大ããĒéŗĨãčĻã¤ããããããéļãĢããĻã¯įļēéēéãããčŋãĨããĻããããã¨éŖãã§éããĻãčãĢé ãããčãĢé ããã¨ãããčĩ¤ãéĄãįŽįĢã¤ãã¨ãæãããšãã ãããīŧãį§ã¯ãããŖãŊãåããĻãããŽéŗĨãé ããĻčĻããĒããĒãŖãæ¯ããããĻãįŦãŖãã
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..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!
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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."
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Boring? Sure. But when time disappears, it just becomes part of the rhythm of an experience. The silence in between the music.
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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!!! ...
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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 donât lose their native language skills.
Day 19 & 20 of Iva C.A.R.E.S. Fun Raiser walk along the 53 Stations of Tokaido
Tokaido trek: day 19 & 20
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Here's a go at making posts shorter so I can upload more photos...
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Energy. That's the keyword this day. Remember that crazy energy I had to burn off the day before?
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It's back. More than ever. I do the only thing left to do:
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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?)
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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?)
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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!
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"Wait, what's your name? Are you one who is walking all the prefectures?" he asks.
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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!)
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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).
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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!)
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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.
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Exhausted, I stop before Fujida post station and take a bus back. Night night!
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Day 21. Garden party garden party garden party! Today's the day!
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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.
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1) I saw mount Fuji in its entirety! All of it! (Had to hold back tears haha)
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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.
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Afternoon. Garden party.
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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 :)
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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...
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Thank you deeply Saito-san and wife :))) I will see you again!!!
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PS. Photos of the garden party will be uploaded when I receive 'em!
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NightZooKeeper English classes at Matsubaen
Weekend sessions with our YouMeWe Home Coordinator Hide.
Day 17 & 18 Iva C.A.R.E.S. Fund Raiser
Tokaido trek: day 17 & 18
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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.
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Either way, I was bursting with energy. Too much energy.
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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?
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Fuji-san!!!
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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.
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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.
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Today is was a beautiful walk!
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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.
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I see an old lady stop to gaze at an ancient-looking house, and I use this opportunity to make talk.
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"Sumimasen, kore wa nan desu ka," I innocently ask.
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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.
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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!)
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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).
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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.
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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 ;)
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Had so much fun! :D
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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.
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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.
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Still bursting with energy, I walk on. I only stop because I have to go back and fix my website.
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What an enchanting time :)
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(Sheesh that was a long post!)
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Day 18:
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Sunny at first, then rainy. Very rainy.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Finally, at 11:30pm, the energy ceases. I sleep.
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PS. Can't post more photos because of a storage limit, sorry!
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Day 15&16 Iva C.A.R.E.S. Fund Raiser
Dear readers,
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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!)
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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!)
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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
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Then Hide came to the rescue!
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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!!!
åŊŧã¯čĻĒåãĢãå ¨ãĻįŋģ荺ããĻãããīŧ ããšãĻ䏿ãčĄããåéĄãĒããį§ã¯ãčˇįŠãįŊŽããå ´æãäēį´ããĻæąæĩˇéã§ããĄããĄæĨŊããŋãĒããåããã¨ãĢæąēãããããŽåžã¯īŧåŽļæãåéãĢæ¸ããããããããŽåŊéįãĒčŗãã¨ãŖãåēåãŽãĒãŧããŧãŽæč¤ãããŽäēãčĻããĻããīŧåŊŧããæĨææĨãŽåŊŧãŽåēã§ãŽããŧããŖãŧãĢæåž ããĻããã!!! ã¨ãĻãæĨŊããŋ!!!
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Till next time :)
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