The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond

So time to have lunch. I am a complete beginner with Japanese cuisine  and because I cannot read I have no idea what the myriad of restaurants around Asakusa are offering. It is true that some display photos and even models of their meals but I somehow feel this is cheating.

In a tiny alley I penetrate a minute restaurant that has a plastic bag attached to the front so people can eat outside.

Stylish

There are about 4 tables and a bench attached to the wall, which is where I sit. It is very warm inside and a group of Tokyoyos are watching the horse racing on a huge screen.

Giddy up

What a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon – sit in a bar guzzle bear, I mean beer, and great food whilst losing money on the races. They get very animated as one of them has clearly done very well. Great atmosphere.

I order by mime

I will have some of that please

and get a wonderful lunch – salad,clams in sake, spicy beef stew with daikon and ice cold beer.

The bowls are hand made

One of the shops is a brush shop. It sells exclusively brushes. Hair brushes,nail brushes, coat brushes, wire brushes, shoe brushes, shaving brushes,

Wanna score some brush?

Not that I have any hair to brush

floor brushes, paint brushes, dog brushes, rush brushes, raccoon-hair brushes, horsehair brushes, boar bristle brushes, ritual brushes, toilet brushes, tooth brushes, you get the idea. I am entranced.
I try very hard not to buy stuff these days and by and large am very successful. Here I sin. There is something about the quality and individualisticness of the brushes that make them irresistible. I buy a shaving brush, a hair brush and another brush.

Your face is like the back of a brush

I am a little jaded with tourism. In fact I think there are few countries I can go to. The main reason is that I am made very uncomfortable by people trying to sell me things or services. I say “No thank you very much.” but they do not go away. They go on and on, getting increasingly invasive. I just want to go back to the hotel and read my book.
Children are the worst as they take obvious pleasure in baiting me. They see me coming and descend like a cloud of flies. I am helpless and have to go back to the hotel to read my book.
Today I had an exquisite tourist experience. In the flight magazine coming over from Okinawa I read about part of Tokyo called Asakusa. I have a free morning and so go there.

Big Golden Thing

You go there too if you come to Tokyo. Temples with beautiful gardens surrounded by narrow streets of fascinating little shops and intriguing restaurants.

Stuff

Yes I have no bananas - MGN Taylor

The main route to the Temple is lined with tourist shops but nice tourist shops selling quality, interesting stuff.

This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

We'll dib, dib, dib.

My camera has had it.

Edwina Currie

No one hassles me, no one shouts at me, everyone gets on with their own enjoyment. Although the place is very crowded, courtesy rules and  pickpocketry or robbery is er not going to happen.
The weather is beautiful, the temples are red, troupes of elderly dance in the street.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y76-WpKCkf8

The shops  in the streets around are sort of half stalls and are dead good.

Purple and turquoise poodle

As I loiter on the subway platform in Tokyo I notice that my fellow travelers are forming well ordered lines, the position thereof being marked by yellow lines  on the platform. When the train arrives, exactly on time, the door position corresponds exactly the yellow line. No,not exactly  but slightly to the right so that the people getting off can do so without fighting through a scrum of people waiting to get on. Complete silence on the train with 90% of passengers both listening to and looking at various IPhone things. The other stand out is that absolutely everyone is Japanese. I am the only foreigner on all the subways I have travelled on. I am writing this on the Pad on the subway just coming into Asakusabashi station. The train totally clean.

Eat your breakfast from the floor

Panic! I am fiddling with the camera at  a station when I hear the cry, “Asakusa!” This my stop.  I leap off the train just as it is about to move out. I am very pleased with myself as without concentrating I had recognized the name of the station. This may not sound like much of an achievement but Japanese pronunciation of words written in English is frequently different from the anticipated. I wander out feeling very smug to find what Asakusa has to offer on a sunny Sunday morning.

So I go to an English Bookshop to try to buy a coy of the Economist. I somehow believed that the newspaper has a secret network of delivery gnomes who drop off copies in every bookstore in the world on Fridays so the faithful can read the magazine over the weekend. This belief comes from buying a current issue on a Friday  from a hole in the wall bookseller, where St Paul also got his newspapers,  in Antioch. Not so Okinawa City – they had issues but regretfully some weeks old.

So I had lunch in a Hiroshiman Restaurant nearby.

unprepossessing - is that correct spelling?

You get noodles and egg and little slices of pork – all cold. This you dip into a hot sauce before ingurgitation.

I still can't get my camera to focus properly.

Delicious

There must be a million restaurants on Okinawa.

I have always admired the Economist. The people who work there, when our paths have crossed,  have always  been very bright, funny and  fast at writing stories. I lost sympathy somewhat during their backing of the Iraq war version 2, but at least they had the grace to say that they got it wrong later.

Anyway the newspaper has today  published an article on OIST which it was a joy to work on.

Hooray

http://www.economist.com/node/21540228

This is what I am really doing on Okinawa beyond eating fish and taking photos of butterflies.

Not so here where November is delightful. Yesterday was a holiday:

Labour Thanksgiving Day (kinro kansha no hi):
A national holiday for honoring labour.

Hooray. A beautiful warm day. Humidity has gone and the weather reminds me of Spring in Provence. I do my usual day off activity which is to ramble around on my Big Red looking at stuff.

Autumn

Gunpowder treason and plot

"No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member - No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!" - Thomas Hood, No!

I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts There they are all standing in a row Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head Give them a twist a flick of the wrist

Life is short, wear tropical shirts.

Butterflies are self propelled flowers.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

November – in fact the end of November.

Trucks in Okinawa are highly decorated. Loads of chrome and individual styling.

Willing

I found this one parked just by house.

Buck up or stay in the truck. Sarah Palin

The tanks in the background are full of Awamori

https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2011/05/07/awamori/

Beaujolais Nouveau was a fad in the 80’s founded entirely on marketing, which preyed on the desire for sophistication. Thin sour wine. I think it has more or less disappeared in France but in Okinawa it is big time.

Et in arcadio ego

This was taken in a convenience store – hmmm, Japanese store that sells what you need open 24 hrs a day- perched on a cliff top near my apartment. The Duboeuf is 2480 yen about $32. How did it get here? Do Okinawans really spend that kind of money on sour wine?

A Christmas tree too! What is going on?

So we had a very big week er last week. Meetings of governing bodies and inauguration of the university involving hosts of  celebrities in a scientific sort of definition i.e. no rock stars or talent show contestants but lots of Nobel prizewinners.

On Sunday we had a staff BBQ to celebrate which was a blast.

Ami Chinen who is in IT and also semi professional classical dancer

We got together and the staff put on dance and song and general fun.

Higashionna san from Student Affairs

Fun

We play

A touch '68 San Francisco

Anyway great event with simple fun, no alcohol, and pleasure of people being with people. Not what I am used to but which Japan is teaching me to enjoy more and more.

Jatta!

By the way my camera or at least one lens seems to be busted. It does not focus properly especially on the peripheries of the shot. What I dread is that I have inadvertently set an er setting which is doing this and I will never be able to track it down. I apologize for sub standard photography.