A Saturday night potluck dinner among friends morphed in a celebration of our mothers. Irrespective of what language we may speak, or where we may come from, one thing is absolute- in a world filled with borders, our love for our mothers has no borders.
Jenson recommends: Telling your mum, in whatever language you may call her, that you love her. =) Happy Mother’s Day, mummy! I love you.
– Jenson
Note: This video was a collaboration by the 2014/15 MA TESOL class (and friends) of the University of Leeds.
One day while walking under the beautiful sun, a young woman said, “Good day,” to a nice boy named, Jenson.
She walked and smiled, then waved a goodbye, and Jenson was left giving a sigh.
Jenson thought, “How beautiful is she- so full of glee. I would love for her to marry me.”
Then the sky said good night, to the sun that had shone oh so bright. Then it welcomed the moon that made Jenson swoon.
Walking his way was the young woman, Tomo, he had met earlier that day. She walked and smiled, but this time saying a hi, asking Jenson to lead the way.
For many days and many nights, Jenson and Tomo walked hand-in-hand.
Then it happened, there wasn’t a sun. No light in the sky, only Jenson.
He looked to his left, and searched to his right; what he had feared most had really happened.
Tomo had gone far beyond the cruel sun, and Jenson was left, utterly heartbroken.
He wished her his love, cried her a tear for he knew that one day she would reappear.
Goodnight sweet sun, hello to the moon, I will love you-through and through.
Fin.
– Jenson
Jenson recommends: Darkness will always come with fear, but remember, the sun always reappears.
Side note: While messaging a friend, I doodled the first picture on Viber, and this little love story was (re)born.
Once upon a time there was a little bird named Bird. A lonely bird was Bird. He would flutter here, then fly there and sometimes spread his wings all the way over there.
Bird was not a wood-pecking bird, but Bird loved his wood. Nothing was more comfortable than laying on his floating wood. For Bird believed that while standing on his favourite wood in the middle of a caiman filled pond, he would always have the best view of all his land thanks to his wood.
Every day and every night Bird would fly and cautiously glide himself on that lonely piece of wood. “Why ever would a bird named Bird be so fond of a floating piece of wood?” all the other birds would say
Then one day it happened.
Bird flew onto his faithful wood and saw a boy. A tall boy. A strange boy. A boy edging himself on the banks of the caiman filled pond.
Bird whistled and whistled, hoping the boy would understand his bird-like cautionary whistle. But, Bird realised that the boy did not speak his whistle so he just looked and hoped that the boy would understand his little whistles.
Inch by inch, the boy continued to push himself to the edge of the caiman filled pound. Bird did not understand. “Why would he?” Bird thought as he stood on his wood. Then, Bird saw the boy stretch, risking himself to pick a flower.
“What a strange boy,” Bird pondered.
Then, Bird saw the strange boy slowly walking towards a pretty girl. The boy bent down and gave her the flower. The strange boy then embraced her as they sat next to each other as they looked at a bird named Bird standing on his wood thinking, “Why would a bird stand on a floating piece of wood in the middle of caiman filled pond.”
It then occurred to Bird; he and the strange boy were the same. It has always been a risk for a bird named Bird to stand on a piece of wood in a caiman filled pond. And, it was a risk for the strange boy to edge himself onto a pond filled with caimans to pick a single flower for a pretty girl.
Although Bird was not a wood-pecking bird, Bird pecked on the wood. Bird pecked and pecked on the wood hoping he would get a answer, and so he did.
Bird would always come to this floating piece of wood on the caiman filled pond because it has the best view of all his land. Bird was a lonely bird and secretly believed that this piece of wood would help him find another bird that would stand with him on this floating piece of wood.
As for the boy, Bird thought, he took his risk, secretly hoping for a kiss from the pretty little girl he would soon learn to love.
Fin.
A bird named bird sitting on top of his favourite wood.
Jenson recommends: Take risk, especially those involving love. (n_n)
Side note: This story took about twenty minutes to write. It came to me last night as I was looking through pictures of my day trip on Sunday to Grand Couva, Trinidad with my friends. It’s a fictitious non-fiction. =)
We are not definitions of our past. However, it is undeniable that it is our past that often that lays the foundation for our present, and inadvertently carves what will later be defined as our future. 2013 was a transitional year for me- a year of heart-breaking goodbyes, welcomed reunions and unforgettable adventures.
As 2013 quietly sailed into 2014, I fondly look back at last year’s past. I sincerely hope you enjoy my photos.
January
January was the beginning of my last year in Namerikawa. After being embraced by a week of Tokyo’s warm winter weather, I returned home to an unusually depressing winter. As I walked towards the supermarket, thirty five minutes away, I stopped by this park, and for the first time truly appreciated its beauty.
Winter postcard, Namerikawa, Toyama.
February
In an attempt to escape Toyama’s bitter winter, I found a comforting refuge in Tokyo (again) for three days. This famous spider sculpture, “Maman”,designed by French artist, Louise Bourgeois, is the quintessential image of Roppongi and, “Eerily beautiful”, I thought.
“Maman” designed by French-American artist, Louise Joséphine Bourgeois. Roppongi, Tokyo.
March
The weather forecast the night before had promised a beautiful day and it truly was. When I think of Toyama, I fondly think of the Tateyama mountains and rice fields. This picture perfectly captures my definition of Toyama- quietly beautiful.
Mount trucking in Higashi Toyama, Toyama.
April
Nothing beats the pink perfection of a Japanese spring. Blue skies rain pink petals that gently float to the fragile floor. Happiness consumes you, romance perfumes the sweet air, and echoes of laughter quietly hum along. While strolling along the Matsukawa River in Toyama City, I saw this middle aged couple walking under the cherry blossom trees and thought, “This is love.”
Under the Cherry Blossom Trees, Matsukawa River, Toyama City
May
Touted as the world’s most expensive road toll in the world at a staggering 40,000円, the Tateyama Snow Wall is almost impossible to get to independently. An American friend organised a subsidised bus tour to visit one of Toyama’s most revered sights. After a dizzying ride up Tateyama, my equilibrium was quickly recovered when I was greeted by this breathtaking scenery.
This picture is also very special to me because it was part of the Art Society of Trinidad and Tobago’s 70th Anniversary Exhibition in November. I was humbled when I arrived at exhibition because I was quickly informed that someone had already bought my photo.
Snow Wall, Toyama.
June
Every time walked along the corridor at Namerikawa High School, I would momentarily stop in admiration of this masterpiece painted by my student, Misato. I actually begged her to buy it but she had promised it to her mother. I still have this photo and each new glance at it always reveals a delightful little discovery, and offers a welcomed smile.
Painted by Misato Inaba.
July
Unquestionably one of the most painful periods of my life, my last month in Toyama, and even more agonizing, the end of my tenure as a teacher. I cried almost each time I said goodbye; the tears seem to have left permanent stains on my cheeks. As sad I was, and still am, I am forever humbled to be called Jenson-sensei.
My third year students. Permission granted to use this photo.
August
Chiang Mai is easily my favourite place in Thailand. As I explored Chiang Mai’s rich culture with my best friend, Chantal, we learned about the Long Neck Karen Paduang Hill Tribe synonymous for its brass rings around the neck. I was unaware that many of people from the tribe were refugees from the politically volatile Myanmar (Burma). It reminded me that I live a very blessed life.
This is also my favourite photo of 2013.
A beautiful young girl from the Long Neck Karen Paduang Hill Tribe in Chiang Mai.
September
After living in Japan for five years, it was time to return home- with a stop in Singapore.
This has to be one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life. It’s a futuristic garden on reclaimed land in Singapore and it is utterly captivating. I probably said “Wow” at least a hundred times. It reminded me somewhat of the movie “Avatar”, just stunning!
Gardens by the Bay, Singapore. Can you find me?
October
Being back in Trinidad and Tobago after residing in Japan for so many years was truthfully quite difficult. The reverse culture shock was incredibly overwhelming, I felt incongruous and disconnected from most people. The silver lining were my friends, specifically Nadia, Shauna and Chantal.
On this day, Chantal took me on a Saturday drive to Chaguaramas on the north western coast of Trinidad and promised a stellar sunset and she sure delivered.
Sunset in Chaguaramas, Trinidad and Tobago
November
After attending the Art Society’s anniversary exhibition, a friend took me to Mt. Hololo, on the Northern Range of Trinidad, and I blinded by the beauty of this gem.
View from Mt. Hololo, Trinidad and Tobago
December
Anyone who knows me knows that I adore Christmas. After decorating my cousin’s tree, I looked up, smiled and thought, “This looks perfect.” I then stepped back a bit and noticed that there was a patch of darkness. I momentarily contemplated fixing it, but that short lived idea quickly fleeted away because it still looked divine, even with it’s very obvious flaw.
My cousin’s Christmas tree.
Happy New Year, everyone! (n_n)/
Jenson recommends: Revelling in the new beginnings that 2014 brings and remembering that all dreams are possible.
When I ask my Japanese friends, “What is your favourite season?” I usually get two responses- spring, because of the encompassing beauty of the cherry blossoms, and rightfully so- it truly is spectacularly gorgeous; and fall, of course, for its fashion. From Kyushu to Hokkaido, even the occasional chill of the Okinawan night, there’s no denying that Japan’s most fashionable season is upon us.
Every February and March, the major fashion capitals of the world provide an anticipated forecast into the end of year fall fashion trends and I am here to happily dissect some of the chicest styles to ensure that you enjoy la dolce vita.
1. Super Size Me
Take a peek into my closet and you may be alarmed by the sheer number of scarves I own. It’s one of those rare fashion items that lends itself to immediately transforming any outfit from dismally tragic to Milano-chic. Whether printed, textured or monochromatic, scarves are having a polished renaissance, with its oversized counterpart being its crème de la crème.
Oversized scarves can appear intimidating because of its voluminous nature, however, when it is wrapped around the shoulders as a shawl it can give women a Boho-chic look a la the trendy Olsen twins. As the day eases into night, your scarf can be flung around the neck, twisted and tied, leaving you fashionably comfortable and effortlessly stunning. Men can achieve a similar result with the ever popular Aztec printed scarves. For a more haute couture ensemble, men can use textured monotone blanket-esk scarves tied twice-around Ascot style for a superbly sophisticated outfit.
If I haven’t convinced you as yet, the oversized scarf is the perfect accessory for that romantic date in Kyoto’s Pontocho. As the winter breeze hits, it easily unwraps to embrace two.
My friend, Aimee Wenyue Chen, is the personification of autumal chic in her stunning orange hue, wool oversized scarf.
2.The New Black
Burgundy is the new black. It is the ideal autumn shade. Look no further than Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Hollywood’s current “It” boy to see this trend done to perfection. Worn with a crisp white shirt paired with a skinny black silk tie, the burgundy suit is for the man that dares to be different. For a tamer yet equally sensational do, my recommendation is to invest in a well tailored pair of pants, throw on a simple white t-shirt and slim fit blazer in a Herringbone finish and you’re destined to be classy and cool as you hit the streets of Tokyo.
To push the boundaries and make people sit up and take notice, go unashamedly gaudy by mixing vibrant colours and patterns. My recommendation for the ladies is a gutsy one- combine an orange cable knit sweater with a rich wine coloured tuxedo pants and get ready to be one of Japan’s fashion elites. If orange is too much of a risk, try grey, slip on your stilettos and edgy, modern (gold) necklace and get ready to mingle.
Former Connect magazine Fashion & Beauty Editor and my gorgeous friend, Annabella Massey, wears an oversized printed scarf to perfection while Australia’s very own Benjamin Brown looks dashing in a fall straw coloured cable sweater. Photo by Galileo Navarro.
3. Coloured Socks
Guys, do you want a leg up on the fashion competition? Try wearing cropped pants and punctuating it with a bold pair of patterned socks. In the last couple of years, socks have had a resurgence in the fashion industry and deservingly so. Socks-argyle, polka dot, stripped or outlandishly designed- are a subtle way to inject character and fun into sometimes very formal, fussy clothes. Don’t believe me? Octogenarian, George H.W. Bush, American’s former president, was able to seamlessly add colour, humour and style to his very stiff grey suit with a single pair of socks. Sorry ladies but I am of the opinion that women should stay well clear of coloured socks unless you are intentionally going after a geek-chic or Lolita look and it is purposefully done.
Yours truly wears a burgundy pants folded to give a cropped look and stripped blue socks to inject humour and colour to the ensemble.
4.Trench Coats
If there is one fashion trend emanating from New York’s 2013 Fall/ Winter Fashion Week that all women should take note of, it is the reinterpretation of the film noir genre. Classically feminine and deceptively stylised often using the finest haberdashery fabrics, this trend pays tribute to the 1940s Hollywood glamour. To re-imagine this iconic look, I recommend getting a signature trench coat made of cashmere or an affordable wool, with exaggerated shoulders pairing it with a Veronica Lake hairdo and a matted lip. My colour choice for a 2013 film noir inspiration is red. Do it and I am certain that everyone will be whispering that she’s dressed to kill.
For men, think of the classic streamlines of the quintessential Burberry trench coat for insight. The general rule of thumb is to select one size up when choosing a coat to ensure your movements are smooth and stealthy. Although I pride myself in colour, I vehemently believe that this piece deserves to be traditionally classic and flawlessly handsome.
There we have it. Four trends that is unequivocally certain to make you an effortlessly chic trendsetter for fall/ winter 2013. Remember fashion is fun, fashion is art, but most of all, fashion is confidence. Happy shopping and enjoy the unparalleled beauty of fall!
– Jenson
Jenson recommends: Regardless of where you are or what you wear, remember it’s always in vogue to love yourself unashamedly. =)
Note: I’d been contacted by the current Fashion and Beauty editor of the AJET Connect Magazine to contribute a piece on fall fashion. Hope you enjoyed the read.
I am in Bangkok and it’s pouring. It feels like an Amazonian torrential downpour. I am praying it doesn’t flood because I really don’t want my white loafers to get dirty. Too late. I just looked down and it has an almost zebra-like hue. Crap.
I am at Oldies’ restaurant in Silom, taking a quiet refuge from the the rain and wildness than permeates the City of Sin. Paul Anka’s “She’s having my baby” fills the air, the waiter hums along. Images of Marilyn Monroe plaster the walls. She is quite the stunner. It’s my second consecutive night at Oldies’. Yesterday’s spare rib noodle was delightfully delicious that I just had to return. It is, in fact, the most delicious meal I’ve had in Thailand so far. Tonight’s Florida chicken salad paired with an ice green frappuccino is a mistake on my part. I nibble and sip, consoling myself in the fact that I have the best seat in the restaurant. It’s next to the door adjacent to the window. I can see everyone that enters and everyone who passes by. Perfect.
I love people watching, creating stories for strangers- imagining where they are going and what they are thinking. The Spanish lady in the hideous pink raincoat in a desperate attempt to shelter herself from the monsoon-like weather quickly bought a cheap 5 Baht plastic raincoat to keep herself dry.
Walking in the opposite direction is an Indian family wearing the blue version of her poncho-esk raincoat. The lady immediately stops, for a split second, and realises that they all look embarrassingly like colourful condoms. I chuckle. She comforts in herself in knowing that she is protected from the downpour. She looks at her pants, retracts her thought and thinks, at least she is partially protected from the downpour.
The Righteous Brothers’ “Unchained Melody” now echoes in the background. I sing along, scanning the room. I see no faces, only heads; heads, deeply buried into phones. Outside on the streets of Silom Road a live action movie plays but it seems that I am the only one in the audience. Why isn’t anyone looking at the changing faces, the rhythmic dances, the kaleidoscopic costumes? I am angry, more disappointed in fact. Love at first sight can’t exist if no one is looking. How can romantic love stories be told or beautiful love ballads be written if we choose not to see? I sigh, bend my head gently and stare out the window.
Someone enters, I look up. Our eyes meet, hypnotized, we become temporarily lost in the other’s eyes. I feel a pang in my heart, my eyes are unable to blink. Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” momentarily ends the trance. We shyly share a warm hello. And that is how my love story began.
Truthfully, that didn’t happen. I wished it did. I kept staring out of the window for a few minutes, then asked for the bill and left, looking face forward at the world because I believe that maybe, just maybe, love at first sight can exist.
Fin.
Jenson recommends: Opening your eyes and heart to the possibility of love.
There are many appropriate ironies in me listening to John Denver’s “Leaving on a Jet Plane“. In less than six short months I will reluctantly be saying a sad farewell to Toyama, my home for more than four years. On this cold wintry January day of 2013, as I peer out of the frosted window of my humble apartment in the quiet fishing town of Namerikawa, I gaze in awe, as I do every morning, at the sheer magnificence of the snow covered Tateyama. Today, however, a pained smile registers on my face.“The end is near,” I sigh.
The end
Most stories start with a beginning but I will begin mine from the end.
It was November 26th, 2012- the last day of the Toyama Teaching Skills Development Seminar. I nervously stepped onto the podium to give my Prefectural Advisor’s (PA) speech, which I had wished I had practiced to perfection. I scanned the crowd, gave an acknowledging nod to familiar faces and then began.
Verbatim, I said: I am from a small developing country and never in million years did I ever dream of living in Japan. Being an ALT in Toyama, and being your PA, has forever changed the way I see the world and the way I see myself. Working alongside so many amazing ALTs from so many different countries, incredible JTEs and everyone at the Toyama Board of Education have enriched me in ways I could have only hoped for. Every single one of these interactions has reinvigorated me, has allowed me to redefine myself, to re-imagine the possibilities that exist for me, and for that, I am externally thankful.
Then, it happened. In front of my seniors, peers and friends, my vision became blurred. The faces I had just smiled at, disappeared. There I was, standing in front of 250 people with tears meandering down my tanned face, crying because I knew this was the beginning of the end.
Like an avalanche, viciously destroying everything in its path, I felt stripped- cold and feeble. The room spun. I felt sickeningly dizzy. The place I have called home, the strangers who became my family and the mountain that has greeted me every morning would soon be selfishly taken away, leaving me with nothing more than my lingering memories.
I cried because I love Toyama. I cried because I love my life here. I cried because this is my home.
The journey
My first day in Namerikawa could have easily been a chapter ripped out of “A Series of Unfortunate Events”. I seemed to have embarrassingly committed every cultural faux pas imaginable- I forgot to bow to my female principal, instead extending my left hand (not right!); I butchered the Japanese language during my self introduction much to the amusement of my new co-workers; I politely refused the tea given to me, only because I had drunk an entire bottle of water earlier (It was a scorchingly hot day.) and the most cringe worthy, calling my JTEs’ son kowai (scary) insteadof kawaii (cute). I was mortified! Luckily, jet lag coupled with a grueling first day made it all seem like a dream.
The weeks that followed felt surreal. Toyama was not the Japan I had romanticized about- there were no towering skyscrapers and ubiquitous high speed trains but instead rice fields and children merrily riding on bicycles; no geishas playing the shamisen but obachans(old ladies) whispering a curious hello; no fast paced, busy life but instead the quiet whistle of the night’s wind.
What I got was not what I had expected. Toyama was the antithesis of everything I had envisioned. With each passing day, my fantasy slowly crumbled into a more amazing reality. It felt like a renaissance, being reborn and delving open-heartedly into a new and exciting world.
The beginning
Japan was never in my life’s trajectory. I believe that there is a simple explanation to why I am here- fate.
I grew up in a small village in the beautiful Caribbean nation of Trinidad and Tobago and I had always dreamed of discovering the world. When I was a little boy, I would play with my toys under the barely standing iron-wrought bed in my family’s then tiny two bedroom apartment and imagine myself trekking throughout the world on the most extraordinary adventures. Back then, the world was full of infinite possibilities.
Somewhere between puberty and the sobering realities of adulthood, those dreams that once ignited me, that set me aflame, had somehow dimmed into a barely visible spark. I lived in the numbingly repetitive routine of my present. Then one day, when I was a post graduate student in Barbados, I serendipitously stumbled across an article by a former JET, Richard Burns, who had said: “teaching in my town’s Junior High Schools was the best job I’ve ever had. The only downside, I think, is that I may never have another job I’ll love even half as much.” Richard Burn’s story had moved me and I too wanted to create my own. I applied and four and half years later, here I am, sharing my story.
The reason
I’ve often been asked, “Why did I stay in the JET Programme for so long?” The reasons are numerous- the laughter of my students echoing in the corridor, trying new sweets with my co-workers and realizing we don’t like it, sipping on umeshu (plum wine) under soft pink canopies of cherry blossom trees, karaoking with my Japanese family, leisurely biking alongside Namerikawa’s sometimes seemingly endless coastline, lying on the ground and simply staring at Toyama’s perfect evening sky. They are all little things but they have come to define my experience.
I once read that “Storytelling in itself is a way to fight the apathy in this world.” Each person who has come on the JET Programme and those who will come will have a different yet important story to tell. Every year I make the same wish. I would gently close my eyes, clasp my hands, pray to God and make an almost child-like wish. This year was no different. After celebrating the New Year with strangers at the infamous Shibuya Crossing, I made the pilgrimage, just after midnight, to the Meiji Shrine in Harajuku. I patiently waited with thousands of people just to have a few seconds so I could take a coin and cast it into the shrine. As the seconds turned into minutes and minutes morphed into hours, in a quiet reverence I finally made it. I held the coined tightly, silently made my wish and eagerly tossed the coin. The wish I made was simple- to be happy- and the reason why I have stayed here for as long as I have is because I am happy.
Fin.
Farewell enkai (banquet) in Namerikawa with my friends.
Jenson recommends: Being thankful for the places you been and the people who have met because they will forever leave an eternal imprint on who you are. =)
– Jenson Deokiesingh
*Written January 2013
JET飛行機で旅立つ
皮肉にもジョン・デンバーの“Leaving on a Jet Plane”を聴きながら、この記事を書いています。４年以上暮らした富山にあと６ヶ月足らずで別れを告げなければなりません。２０１３年１月、ある冬の寒い日、静かな漁師町、滑川にあるアパートの曇った窓からいつもの朝と同じように雪の立山を畏敬の念をもって眺めました。しかし今日は「もう終わりが近づいているのだな」と悲しく微笑み、溜息をつきました。
I love Kyoto. It remains the most romantic place I have ever visited. Moonlit dinners in the narrow alleys of Ponto-chō, secret kisses along the Kamo River and leisurely strolls in Gion’s geisha district make Japan’s former capital the perfect setting for romance. Unfortunately, Kyoto’s beauty can sometimes come at a price.
My father has repeatedly said that I love drinking champagne on a beer’s man pocket. I will readily admit that I enjoy the finer things in life (the really fine things), but then again, so does everyone, and like most people I live within a budget. I vehemently believe that being budget conscious should never mean having to compromise great service and a good night’s sleep. The following lists my seven favourite affordable accommodations in Kyoto, Japan.
For those wanting an authentic Japanese experience, the Matsubaya Inn, a mere 10 minute walk from Kyoto Station is the perfect refuge. Beautifully designed, this modern ryokan (traditional Japanese inn) offers a quiet escape in a charming setting. The staff were friendly and engaging, immediately welcoming me upon my arrival.
I stayed in the E-type room and it was surprisingly large by Japanese standards. The room has tatami mats, which are made of rice straw, offering the quintessential Japanese experience. You easily dose off into a peaceful sleep as soon as you head rests on the comfortable futons.
As with all Japanese ryokans, you are provided with indoor slippers. The E-room can comfortably fit two persons with sufficient storage for those totting around large suitcases. The room contains an immaculately clean washroom. There is no shower in the E-type rooms, however, there is a pristine communal bath outside the room that is spotless.
Matsubaya Inn (Room Type A). Please note that I couldn’t find a picture of Room Type E, the one I stayed in. Photo courtesy of Matsubaya Inn.
Notes
Price: 4200 yen ($46US)/ person
Internet: Wifi available
Helpful hint: I thought that the map given by the hotel was a little confusing perhaps because I am inherently bad at reading maps. I recommend printing the directions from Kyoto Station on Google Maps. You can also go to the 2nd floor of Kyoto Station, proceed to the tourist information center and the staff will happily help you to your location.
9 Hours is the personification of modern Japan. Innovative, unusual and inspiring seem to be the ideology behind this truly unique hotel. The capsules in this hotel mimic space pods and teleport guests into a seemingly different dimension.
In a country where space is limited, capsule hotels have redefined the hotel experience. My best friend from Trinidad and Tobago was in awe upon entering 9 Hours. The sleek design and monochromatic colours give guests an out of this world sleeping adventure. I have been to many capsule hotels in Japan but none comes close to the sophistication of 9 Hours.
Space is limited in this hotel. Large pieces of luggage are given to the cordial staff who keep it at the front desk since the lockers are tiny. The location is par none. Nestled in the heart of Kyoto City, it is in the center of many beautiful restaurants and bountiful shopping arcades.
9 Hours may not be for everyone, and perhaps not for long stays, but it certainly provides a distinctly Japanese experience. Six months have gone since my friend came to Japan and the novelty of this place remains one of her fondest memories.
Notes
Price:5100 yen ($55 US)/ person
Internet:Available in the lobby
Helpful hint: If you are a light sleeper you may want to walk with ear plugs, or you can buy them at the front desk.
I love First Cabin! This hotel is stylish, modern and inexplicably original. When I first entered my first class cabin, I couldn’t believe how big it was. It had immediately surpassed my expectations. Fitted with a large plasma television, LAN internet, an alarm clock and other amenities needed for the busy traveler, First Cabin is a cut above the rest when it comes to budget accommodation proving the fact that quality does not have to be expensive nor compromised.
Japan is a country based on the honour system, and the cabins do not have doors, which surprises many tourists, but instead it has magnetized screens that you close and then escape into a calm retreat. There are draws with locks to safely put away your belongings if you wish to do so. It should be noted that men’s cabins are separated from the women’s.
The location is perfect. Not far from the main bus and subway route and steps away from the Shijo Shopping Street, First Cabin is a classic example that sophistication can come at an affordable price.
I have since returned to First Cabin Karasuma and I am anxiously awaiting my next visit.
First Class Cabins. Photo courtesy of Plantec Associates.
Notes
Price: 3000 yen ($32US)/ person (I got a fantastic deal on Agoda.com)
Internet: Wifi available in the lobby and LAN available in the cabins.
Helpful hint:The hotel is very strict when it comes to checking out. For each hour after 10:00 a.m., you have to pay an additional 900 yen per hour.
Nishiyama Ryokan is the definition of Japanese hospitality. A short walk away from Kyoto’s City Hall and the city’s downtown area, the Nishiyama Ryokan is the perfect place to unwind after a long day of sightseeing.
To ensure your have an authentically Japanese stay, Nishiyama provides all its guests with yukatas, or summer kimonos. The staff is more than happy to take photos of you and your family in its exquisite, well manicured zen garden.
One of its best features is its relaxing onsen, or hot spring. Onsening is an almost ritualistic pastime enjoyed by millions of Japanese every day. Once you get over the initial shock of being in the nude in front of strangers, you realise than onsening is more than a bath, it is a cathartic experience.
Nishiyama Ryokan has many activities within its premises for its guests. My best friend was introduced to the art of the Japanese tea ceremony and learned to make Japanese shaved ice, a popular summer treat. These little offerings are what make this ryokan truly special.
Our 8 tatami mat room was large and inviting finding the just right balance between traditional Japanese design and the comforts of modern amenities. Fitted with LAN internet, a welcomed refrigerator, a considerable closet (for the secret shopper that resides in all of us) and an adjoining bath, the washitsu (Japanese styled room) is a lovely reminder that you are truly on vacation.
Nishiyama Ryokan entrance. Photo courtesy of Nishiyama Ryokan.
Notes
Price: 7000 yen ($75 US)/ person
Internet: Wifi available in the lobby and LAN available in the rooms.
Helpful hint: When making a reservation for a Japanese breakfast or dinner, you will have to inform the hotel the night before.
Touted as the world’s first tatami capsule ryokan, Capsule Ryokan Kyoto is indeed just that. What makes it different from other capsule hotels is its homey embrace and, of course, the capsules are lined with tatami. The bilingual staff always make a conscious effort to know their guest which I loved.
The lobby is simple yet welcoming with an adjacent kitchenette and dining area for those wanting to cook their own meals. I stayed on the first floor and my capsule was on the top and frighteningly comfortable. The capsule was equipped with a small television, reading lights and a fan (which I didn’t need in winter). After a long day in Kyoto, I had a wonderful sleep in the world’s first tatami capsule.
My cabin, 105, at the Capsule Ryokan Kyoto. Photo by me.
Notes
Price: 3500yen ($38US)/ person
Internet: Wifi available in the rooms.
Helpful hint: Towels are not provided but you can rent a large towel for 70 yen and a small one for 30 yen.
Located in the heart of Kyoto’s elegant nightlife, The Kyoto Royal Park Hotel captures minimalist design with great warmth. The lobby feels eccentric, its quirkiness gives it a museum-like ambiance. The concierge could have easily been from some of the best hotels in the world-knowledgeable, patient and kind.
The room was comfortably sized completed with everything a busy traveller or leisurely vacationer could ask for- a cozy bed to dive into, a small lounge area and view to just sit back and enjoy. The fixtures in the room in itself and darling pieces of art. The bathroom is stylish and spa-like having a much appreciated fogless mirror.
Apart its top notch staff, the hotel boasts a basement restaurant specializing in local ingredients and its pride and joy, Shinshinjo, an old and well respected bakery. When I was about to leave, I all I could think was, “That was a truly satisfying stay.”
The Kyoto Royal Park Hotel beautiful lobby. Photo courtesy of Japan Traveler Online.com
Notes
Price: 7000 yen ($75US)/ person (another great deal I got on Agoda.com)
Internet: Both wifi and LAN internet are available.
Helpful hints:I highly recommend getting the Kyoto City Bus All Day Pass for 500 yen. Not only will it save your money, the bus stops along many of Kyoto’s most famous sites.
I can honestly admit that I loathe hostels. I respect those who enjoy the backpacker lifestyle but it simply isn’t me. When I first came to Japan, I went on an autumnal trip with my friends we stayed at K’s House and it could not have been more pleasant.
Once voted as the best hostel in Asia, K’s House is charming, quaint and simply delightful. The staff are always helpful when harried, the rooms are basic yet comfortable, the cafe is beautifully designed and food is delicious and cheap.
I stayed in a triple room but luckily for me, my friends never actually slept there giving me free range and a peaceful night’s sleep.
K’s House is located about 10 minutes walk from Kyoto Station. For those yearning for the night life, K’s House is somewhat far but definitely walkable but then again, strolling in Kyoto is easily one of its charm.
K’s House Kyoto communal area. Photo courtesy of Hotels-World.com
Notes
Price:3000 yen ($32US)/ person
Internet:Wifi available.
Helpful hint: If you want to discover Kyoto in a unique way, try renting a bicycle from the front desk.
Jenson recommends: Sharing your thoughts on your favourite accommodations in Kyoto. =)
What I love most about the new year is all the possibilities it brings. It seems like a new beginning, a time of rebirth, a needed re-invigoration, a renaissance of the self. With each step forward we make into the future, pivotal moments of our past remain with us, strumming along, reminding us of the journeys we’ve experienced, both good and bad, and the person we’ve evolved into. 2012, like all the years that preceded it, was filled amazing memories and unexpected losses but I have learned to embrace them because they have come to define who I am.
In the photographs below, I humbly share some of the my favourite memories of 2012.
January
Two young monks walk across the sandy beach of Independence Bay as the sun sets in Sihanoukville, Cambodia.
I was chasing the sunset when I stumbled across this stunning image in Cambodia. It’s almost poetic that the waters part in quiet reverence as these two young monks silently walk across the sandy beach of Independence Bay, Sihanoukville.
February
Sunny Kaiyo, Namerikawa.
Blue winter skies are a rarity during Toyama’s usually long grey winters. This was one of the last times I would walk to Kaiyo High School. A couple months later it closed and joined with my current workplace. I have many fond memories here that would linger on for a lifetime.
March
Beautiful pagoda of Sensō-ji (金龍山浅草寺) Temple in Asakusa, Tokyo.
March represented of the one year anniversary of the devastating Tokohu Earthquake and Tsunami. Overwhelmed by the sadness that still echoed in the silence, I decided to take a quiet escape to Tokyo. It was first time I had seen the famed Sensoji Temple. It had been well worth the long wait. It has easily become one of my favourite places in Japan.
April
Under the Cherry Blooms Trees. Toyama City, Toyama, Japan.
My favourite picture of 2012. Spring in Japan means one word, hanami (花見) or cherry blossom viewing. After a long day at work, I walked almost the entire length of Matsukawa River in Toyama City with my friend. The beautiful ceiling of soft pink created a real life fairy tale I will never forget.
May
Somewhere in Kanazawa.
I met my friend, Sheila, and her twin sister, Brigid in Kanazawa, a charming city in Ishikawa. As I waited for them at the 21st Century Museum of Contemporary Art I decided to take a walk at one of the nearby side streets. I instantly became it overwhelmed . This was the place I had walked hand-in-hand with someone. On this day, I walked alone.
June
Beautiful roses.
I grew up with roses. They were ever present in my front yard and back yard, vases and every nook and cranny. My grandmother had the Midas Touch when it came to roses.
I was having my friends, Aisha, Avernel, Chante and Chuma for dinner and I thought what better way to complement these ladies than with equally beautiful roses.
I paid less that $5.75 US for all these roses and it been the best $5.75US I have ever spent.
July
My best friend, Chantal, and I in Kyoto, Japan.
Even before July began, I knew my favourite picture would somehow involve my best friend, Chantal. She is the definition of a best friend- kind, brave, thoughtful and honest. She, and her eccentricities, made my year.
After soaking in at the onsen (hot spring) at the Nishiyama Ryokan(traditional Japanese house), we decided to take a leisurely stroll on Karasuma dori in beautiful Kyoto.
August
The stunning Mt. Tate (Tateyama) in my home, Toyama.
Mt. Tate, or more commonly known as Tateyama, is the irrefutable symbol of Toyama. It is one Japan’s most scared mountains, and rightfully so. After struggling to make it to the top, and several times of almost quitting, I persevered and made it to its holy summit.
Making it to the top, listening to a monk draped in a humble orange robe, chant in a language I barely understand and offer me a cleansing sip of osake (Japanese rice wine) was well worth the pain.
September
My students taking part in tug-o-war at their sports festival.
Japan’s Sports Day are known as Sports Festivals. It is nothing short of an extravaganza. Students practice for months for this one day and it was spectacular.
This was my last Sports Days and it was perfect.
October
On my way to Odaiba using the Yurikamome train line.
The Yurikamome train line reminds me of the post modern Japan of my imagination. It is the personification of Japanese technology. This train, with no driver, runs on rubber wheels and snakes its way through towering skyscrapers and gives breathtaking views of the futuristic man made island of Odaiba.
November
A perfect fall day in Namerikawa.
I remember this clearly. It was the most perfect fall day Namerikawa had ever seen and it seemed everyone agreed with me. When I went on Facebook, all my friends living in Toyama had posted a picture.
December
The last day of the year at Kichijoji Park, Tokyo.
The last day of 2012 I decided to take a trip to Kichijoji in Tokyo. This sunset was hauntingly beautiful. I love this picture because it wholly captures my year. The image is blurry but there is beauty to it. Much like 2012, it was not perfect but definitely left an impact.
Happy New Year, everyone! =)
Jenson recommends: Embracing 2013 and all the possibilities that come with it. I hope your year is filled with love, drenched in happiness and showered with many successes.
A Trini Traveller 