Moriguchi Chamble Asami
Travel Blogs from Moriguchi
... on this more crowded train we could people-watch much more effectively. Across from us was a French woman with her adult son and his Japanese girlfriend. It was very interesting watching the dynamics and especially watching the mother be particularly French as she cast a disdainful eye over most of the other passengers. By the time we got home we were once again exhausted but had experience a fantastic day. We finished it off with dinner in a ramen bar (noodles), enjoying a tasty ...
... about "The Regions" in quite the same way. To achieve it, why waste money on tunnelling? - stick the things on the ground where possible, and on gantries over main roads where not. Ask any Victorian engineer. The biggest psychological hurdle would be the C19th tube to and from St Pancras. Anyway, I digress. An improbably relaxing 2 hours later, we were 300 miles away in Kyoto, having stoped a few times along the ...
... of Inari, a deity concerned with wealth, business
success and plentiful harvests. We did
make it to the top, and while it felt good to accomplish this, there was no
view of Kyoto below.
While heading back down, Victor met up with a Japanese classmate. As they chatted away, I met up with a family
from Goderich Ontario.
Small world? No, not really.
After some snacks we
headed back to Kyoto ...
... of bags, and walked between inspection stations which honestly, from a distance, looked like it was slowed down to 2/3 speed using video special effects. I would have filmed it if I were allowed to take the camera out, it was honestly that comical.
One thing that kept us amused was one woman over at the furthest inspection bench, absolutely going berserk. Crying, screaming, and generally throwing her luggage and the contents around, while ...
... cushy for the likes of us hostel users with a starbucks attached. Andrea should be able to find it like a beacon. Check in. Room 2810 and I practice Japanese again.
We head of down towards Gion’s eastern end to the Yasaka Shrine. Mid-route we met an American woman with short cropped hair and a vest. Directly and suddenly, she said, "Do you speak English?" “yes.” “Do you know where a park ...