
I left on a Friday. A speeding train across the underbelly of the Great Seto Inland Sea Bridge. The weather was lovely, and the islands drifted above the nearby Seto Island sea like clouds leisurely cruising through the pale. The sunset backlit the scene, from the West, dipping behind the islands as though they were clouds obscuring all from view but the pink champagne and violet purple streaks across the lower back of the sky. It was the perfect beginning to a trip off Shikoku.
Location: Okayama (B)

That being said, my actual arrival in Okayama was fraught with doubt. Although it was a Friday night, the entire city was hushed, with even the street in front of the station muted--if this was the transportation hub of Central-West Japan, like I imagined it to be, where were the crowds of people, the hustle and bustle to go to and from bars and clubs and karaoke joints near the station? I hopped on a
streetcar and set off to find my favorite, internet cafe for my overnight stay. But first, I got lost. In heels.

After wandering with my 2 1/2 inch babies down 4 city blocks down a deserted arcade street, and down the back alley where the bus terminal/internet cafe was(n't), I found an Indian restaurant. The craving for curry superseding all else, I plopped myself down and ordered a spicy curry.
The curry wasn't spicy.
I also asked for directions

to the bus terminal (/internet cafe)
I got directions on how to get back to the train station.
After that illustrious beginning, my fortune changed when I passed a Koban (police office box, here in Japan there are stations for police to wait and monitor the area, and they also give directions to lost people. They usually give directions..thats why there's a million maps in their windows and you can't miss them! Thanks po-pos!) And they pointed me toward the bus terminal. There I found my internet cafe--but not before popping into Starbucks!--and settled in for the night.


Next day I threw my bags in a locker, grabbed some breakfast on the go and headed out for the garden on the edge of the river. Short bus ride later, I was entering Ko-rakuen (a reference to pleasure after affairs of the state, a quote by Confucius) and what a pleasure it was! At 9:00 in the morning, not crowded at all, and with gorgeous sunny weather too! I took it easy, wandering through secluded forests glades with teahouses at every turn, over a Monet-esque bridge

over water-lily filled ponds, across scenic stretches of open land with commanding views up to the castle, and even a look over the entire garden from a central bluff. After a stop to enjoy the pleasant surroundings with some strong (matcha) green tea, I wandered to the back of the garden where the plum trees and

maples could be found, and wandered through a strange outdoor pavillion cut in two with a stream running through it, on the side of which were irises springing from a pond with a zig-zag, Tale of Genji-inspired footbridge running through it. There were forests of rustling bamboo stalks 20 ft tall, and shady coves with mini shrines to the Jizo bodhisattvas.



Then, it was around the corner to the river that divides the garden from the rest of the city, which has the lovely black Crow Castle standing guard over it. I would feel pretty cool if I was in the shadow of that castle. I'd probably offer it a peach, too, just like this kid is doing. (Actually, this kid is MomoTaro, or the

little peach boy, from the legendary Japanese folk tale.) I hung out here snapped this shot and relaxed for a little bit before heading over and into the castle. Walked across the river and entered the castle keep, heading up through the gates and into the restored castle. it was pretty formidable. Luckily the inside not so much, as there was an elevator to s

huffle me up to the top floor and I could leisurely drift back down. The display inside is pretty boring, and useless if you dont read Japanese, but the pictures of all of Japan's castles, and the palanquin that they used to carry the noble family in (that I got to take this picture with) made it semi-worth the stop. I headed out of the castle and back out into the beautiful weather, but not before snapping this awesome view of the park from the top floor of the castle's interior. After admiring the castle one more time from outside, I headed along the river before coming upon this sculpture park, at the junction of the riverside walk and Momotaro St. From there I headed right up the street to the Museum of the Orient, where I unexpectedly arrived at the beginning a tour of the ancient Near East history section. It was like having a listening comprehension test and a history lesson, all in one. Who knew the first wheat (=beer) was brewed...er, harvested, in the Middle East thousands of years ago? I do now. There were interesting shaped pitchers, bowls, and even seals for documentation. Then I headed upstairs for the special exhibit

on Persia, with artifacts from Iran through the ages. Some were very sophisticated, and I appreciated their fine glazes and extraordinary detailing of scenes and miniatures. Even better, upstairs there was a cafe where I could enjoy something I had never tried before (despite serving it multiple times at Alsolymania hookah bar in Journal Sq...) arabic coffee! So I ordered myself a fingel masboot and waited

for her to bring it over and pour it..it was so much richer than average instant coffee, like with actual complex flavors. If that's real coffee, I might become a coffee drinker. Oh the wonderful things we have received from the cradle of the world!In the cafe, I got to have a talk with a Japanese guy with impeccable English who was delivering a lecture later that day on glass and glassware as it had traveled from the Middle East along the Silk Road until the methods arrived in Japan. While I didn't stick around for the lecture, he was a cool enough guy, and mentioned his interest in Middle Eastern culture and the fact that he lived in Africa for two years when he was younger, where they spoke french and arabic, but not english. I think it must have been an interesting juxtaposition, Japanese and Arabic cultures, but not so different. They are both very hospitable and welcoming to guests, after all.


Then, it was off to do some shopping in the arcade, where I met a really nice girl, Hitomi, who is currently studying English in Okayama. I gave her my email address and told her to look me up and to definitely come to New York City! I think it's just a really mind-blowing place for the Japanese, even after Tokyo--New York must seem really wild and untamed to the average Japanese, I think (maybe its wishful thinking haha) but she was really sweet, and I picked up some clothes I desperately needed for zazen the next day. Then I stopped by the bookstore, and finally I surprised myself by running into the Okayama Prefectural Museum of Art, and as there was a current exhibition on Angkor Wat in Cambodia, I popped in and looked around. Pictures weren't allowed, but I did manage to sketch a couple of the more interesting pictures. There were lots of Hindu references, including some finely detailed panels from the Cambodian

version of the Ramayana. Even more interesting were the facial features on the Vishnus, Lakshmis, and Buddhas ... they were very soft and with wide faces, looking more pacific islander than mainland Asian. It was definitely a style I've never seen before...even more interesting were the gold leafmetal shadow puppet looking sculptures toward the end of the exhibit. With the precision of the tips of the figures, I can see how shadow puppetry must be really exciting to witness there.
Finally, that was the apex of my picture taking, at the end of the day it was one last look at the lit castle at nighttime, then an early bedtime. The next morning I was up and on the bus for 6:12 to Sougenji, the temple on the outskirts of Okayama where I had read there was a free weekly zazen meditation on Sunday mornings. And so i arrived, slipped out of my heels, got a refresher course, and then did the one hour meditation (with a break halfway through to stretch, amen.) The most interesting --and distracting, unfortunately--part was during the second half of the meditation, when the priest and his assistant came around wielding sticks that they swatted people with who looked as though they needed to reach enlightenment. They didn't hit them hard, it was mainly the sound that made me flinch! Finally, I got a ride home after a short tea ceremony from a really cool Mr. Mori, who dropped me off at the train station in time for my ride home.
So, in one weekend I got to explore a garden and a castle, visit the Middle East and Cambodia, enjoy starbucks coffee and arabic coffee, and finally, i got some Zen back in my life. Overall, a
pretty kickass weekend!