Places

Visiting the snow monkeys

March 14, 2019

While I love and enjoy nature, and make quite a few nature and landscape images, I am not particularly a “nature photographer”. I don’t have a super-long telephoto to take pictures of wildlife, or a macro lens so I can get close to insects or flowers. So I will admit that snow monkeys were not on my top 10 list of things I wanted to see in Japan. But they won me over anyway!

It helped that the mountain scenery was so beautiful, the snow was falling so softly (and sometimes thickly), the trail we followed was so quiet in the early morning. We headed to the Jigokudani Monkey Park at 8:30 am so we could get there before the crowds (of humans, that is), and I’m glad we did!

And the monkeys – oh, they were everywhere! They completely ignored us, the gawking bipeds, and carried on with their own business. Their main activity was bathing in the hot springs pool that was built especially for them, and digging in the snow for seeds, which park staff had scattered for them in the area. And there was some squabbling, some racing around the mountainside, some more personal moments as they groomed each other.

The monkeys – Japanese macaques – may have accepted food supplements from the humans, but they were not at all tame. Lots of signs warned us of the danger of trying to interact with the monkeys. But they didn’t seem to mind when humans were quite close and sometimes they ran right through the midst of a crowd of people. I really enjoyed watching them – and taking lots of photos, as you can see!

We spent a couple of hours enjoying the monkeys, and the beautiful mountain air. Although we were all quite chilled by the time we were ready to leave, we warmed up quickly on the walk back, and even more so with a bowl of delicious udon at Enza’s Café. So I was really glad that the snow monkeys were on our itinerary!

I have an especially large gallery of photos today for you to enjoy. Remember to click on a thumbnail to see it larger. More Japan to come!

Shibu Onsen: a hot-spring getaway

March 8, 2019

The ryokan that inspired the anime classic “Spirited Away”.

A warmly garbed guardian, and a hot springs stream coming down from the mountain.

As part of our tour in Japan, we travelled to Nagano Prefecture to visit the traditional hot-spring town of Shibu Onsen. The historic section of this town features picturesque narrow streets, a series of nine public hot-spring baths (onsen) and traditional inns (ryokan), some of which date back 400 years. The town is located in the mountains, so there was snow and the weather was chilly!

The narrow main street in the historic part of town.

When we arrived in mid-afternoon, it was too early to check-in at our ryokan (the friendly Sakaeya Inn), so we left our bags and wandered the town, marvelling at all the architectural and cultural details.

And when we did return to find our rooms, I set down my bags and immediately lay down on the tatami mat and had a much-needed nap before supper. Supper was a traditional Japanese meal – featuring lots of little tasting dishes and local specialities – see more about food in my previous post.

My room, all ready for sleep. Note my small suitcase to the side.

During supper, the futon was set up for sleep, but before I laid my head on the buckwheat pillow, I went for a walk and did some shopping. Evening is when all the stores and bars are open, and guests of the different ryokan wander the streets wearing traditional yukata as they visit the onsen. I admit I didn’t try the onsen experience. First of all, I was reticent to spend time with strangers wearing only my birthday suit (no clothing allowed). Also I had been told that the water is extremely hot which I didn’t think I could bear.

Shibu Onsen at night. Lots of inviting spaces!

However, I did manage to take a whole lot of photographs, which is the experience I had signed up for, and I really enjoyed my stay. And I found the futon and buckwheat pillow combo to be very comfortable!

I took more than 900 photos on this day, so it has taken me quite a while to sort through them – that is why this post is so late! So I hope you enjoy this photo gallery. My next post will be about our adventure the following day to see the snow monkeys!

A taste of Japan

February 27, 2019

Sushi chef at work. Looks like a fun job!

When I travelled in to Japan, one thing that totally surprised me was the food. When it comes to food, and so much else, Japan seems to have taken the best of what the world offers and improved on it. Do you like milkshakes? Then you will enjoy the heavenly Sakura shake, a cherry-flavoured frozen custard delight. Do you like pancakes? Then you might completely bliss out when you try Okonomiyaki, which can have many different ingredients. Do you like street food? How about battered octopus with veggies and pickled ginger on a stick, hot from the vendor? Yum!

I was in Japan for 10 days, but I would have needed at least double that to try every kind of food. On tour, we had a chance to eat traditional Japanese meals, which included a lot of fish dishes, as well as more modern foods, like Teriyaki chicken pizza. I tried as many foods as I could, and with one or two small exceptions, I loved it all!

And I could have eaten constantly because there was food everywhere we went. Street food in the markets, small 6-stool restaurants in every neighbourhood, vending machines with every kind of drink and snack, and the 7-Eleven stores are a revelation, you can buy almost any kind of food there, and many instant suppers. And desserts – oh my – the Japanese have a sweet tooth! On my last day I walked through the Tokyo train station and I counted at least 12 stores selling only sweets. In fact, I had to circle the station twice to find a place that wasn’t specializing in dessert, because I needed some lunch.

So, as hard it was to choose, here are some of my favourite Japanese foods:

Sushi
Okonomiyaki
Hot pot for one
Udon noodles
Jelly coffee

Sushi – when in Japan, sushi is a must. This was my meal on the first night, and every morsel was delish! I washed it down with Asahi beer, which was also very tasty.
Udon noodle bowl – The ramen was delicious, the locally made buckwheat soba noodles were also lovely, but the homey bowl of udon noodles with meat and veg was just so good, I could eat it every day.
Hot pot – with globefish and snow crabs and vegetables. Amazing.
Shinshu (Wagyu) beef – I didn’t want to like it, because I try to avoid red meat and we could use less cattle on the planet. But, wow, I have never had beef so tender, it melts like butter in the mouth.
Okonomiyaki – take some leftovers from the fridge, mix them into pancake batter, top with whatever you have on hand, drizzle with barbecue sauce (optional). No? Really, you have to try it!
Pickles – not one food, but many, and all amazing. Pickled turnip, pickled eggplant, even pickled fish, and of course the famous pickled plums (umeboshi) – I am not normally a pickle person, but these were all bursting with flavour.
Apricot liqueur (Nigori Anzunshu) – like biting into a fresh apricot. Just wow.
Yuzu sorbet – Yuzu is a Japanese fruit similar to lime. Other dessert highlights include matcha ice cream, and dorayaki – sweet red bean paste with whipped cream sandwiched between pancakes.
Jelly coffee – only the Japanese would take cold coffee, make it into a jelly dessert, and top it with ice cream. It sounds weird but it tastes wonderful!

I didn’t stop to try these crepes, but don’t they look amazing?!

I don’t have room to talk about the fresh steamed buns, the octopus-on-a-stick with their heads stuffed with quail eggs (wish I had tried that one), the bespoke hand-drip coffee, the little cookies (or were they rice cakes?) in the shape of panda heads, and that plain bowl of brown rice topped with bonito flakes that tasted so good when I had been walking for hours. I got to be pretty good at saying “Arigato gozaimasu” (Thank you very much)!

So here are a few photos to give you a taste of Japan (click on the thumbnails for larger images). Enjoy!

Tokyo on the move

February 21, 2019

Tokyo is a big city. In fact, it’s the largest city in the world, although Delhi is expected to surpass it over the next decade. The city is so spread out that it has 18 subway/train lines, plus the famous Shinkansen, linking the cities at super-fast speeds. So I’ve been trying to figure out how to describe the complexity and chaos of this crowded city.

The first thing I need to say is that there rarely seems to be chaos. As you can imagine, it can be quite overwhelming for first-time visitors, as we stumble our way way through the maze of streets and railway platforms. Yet the city is relatively clean and well-organized, the people are exceedingly polite and helpful, and the trains run precisely on time (unless there is a delay, in which case there is communication about which lines are affected and the cause). By the way, I was able to observe this because all signs and announcements over public transit are in Japanese and English.

As part of the photo tour group, I spent two nights in the busy Shinjuku neighbourhood of Tokyo when I first arrived in Japan. I would not have found my way out of a paper bag those first couple of days, so I’m thankful we had a guide!

Following the end of our tour, I stayed on in Tokyo for three nights by myself, this time in Ueno, a much quieter neighbourhood. This was quite a risk on my part, because I had no idea how I would do in the big city, but I really wanted a few more days before returning home – it is such a long way to go! As I had hoped, by the time I returned to Tokyo, I had a really good sense about how to get around.

The key for me was two apps on my phone – an interactive, searchable map of Tokyo (I have the Ulmon CityMaps2Go app), and the Japan Travel app, which helps you map your route via transit. And I also had a Passmo card which you can load with money and tap to spend – very convenient!

Once I got used to how things work – for example, remembering to always walk on the left instead of the right as Japan is a left-side-of-the-road country – I was good to go. In the end, Tokyo didn’t feel a lot different than Toronto or New York or London in terms of finding my way around. Traffic and transit and interactions with other people seemed pretty similar to other big cities.

So today’s post is my attempt to let you see what “getting around” looks like. And sure, all the visual inputs – not to mention the walking involved – were exhausting. But taking in the sights and moving with the crowds was exhilarating! I hope you enjoy the vicarious thrill of travel in Tokyo.

Impressions of Japan

February 17, 2019

My photo tour finished up yesterday, and I have thousands and photos and memories and things I could say about this fascinating country. In the past week, I have seen a tiny bit of Tokyo, stayed in two traditional Ryokan (inns), walked an icy mountain path to see snow monkeys, and travelled on numerous trains through cities and countryside. And I’ve eaten — oh I could do a whole post on the food alone, what a dining experience this has been!

At the moment, I am staying in Tokyo for an additional three nights so I can explore some more of the city on my own, so the adventure continues. But now that I’m not on a tour itinerary, I wanted to take a few moments to share some of my photos. This is just a taste, a glimpse into the amazing country of Japan.

In the meantime, I have more photos to take, more walking (oh so much walking!!) to do, and sights to see. Onward!

Birch-lined boardwalk

January 7, 2019

Favourite places

**The birch-tree-lined boardwalk in late winter.** Fujifilm X100 f6.4 1/350

**View from the boardwalk in summer: a pied-billed grebe and trucks on the highway.**
Fujifilm XT2 50mm f6.4 1/1500

**The boardwalk in spring.**
Fujifilm X100 f11 1/100

As much as I love exploring new locations, there are some special spots that I visit time and time again. The Sackville Waterfowl Park is one of my favourite places.

The park is easy to find, it is right beside the Trans-Canada Highway near the New Brunswick-Nova Scotia border. We always pull off the highway at Sackville to gas up and take a break when we are heading down to Halifax. But Sackville is not just a stop along our trip, it is also a destination.

**The boardwalk in summer.**
Fujifilm XT2 55mm f5 1/1250

I have always had a soft spot for Sackville as it is the home of Mount Allison University, my alma mater, which has a beautiful campus. The town itself is well worth exploring, and if you have time, I recommend grabbing a snack at Mel’s Tea Room or browsing one of the stores that line Bridge Street.

However, a stop at the park to stretch your legs is a must. The 55-acre Sackville Waterfowl Park features three kilometres of trails and receives thousands of visitors each year. My favourite trail features a birch-tree-lined boardwalk that crosses from one side of the wetland to the other. This stretch of boardwalk includes viewing platforms on both sides,.

And yes, there are waterfowl and other birds as well – the official count is 160 species.

**American Wigeon.** Fujifilm XT2 148.5mm f5.6 1/125

Last spring, on the day we buried my mother, we drove to Sackville to attend a conference. I knew I needed to get away because all the arrangements and family time that week had been so intense and exhausting, emotionally and physically. But before I attended any meetings, I headed to the Waterfowl Park and stopped at a viewing platform near the parking area. I listened to the red-winged blackbirds and watched the water rippling on the pond, and the beautiful natural space helped me say goodbye in a way I hadn’t been able to earlier in the day. When I walked away, I felt strengthened and refreshed.

The Sackville Waterfowl Park is a place to find beauty and wildness, and rest.

**Red-winged Blackbird flying over the marsh.** Fujifilm XT2, 200mm f4.8 1/105

**The park is home to 160 bird species, and at least one muskrat!**
Fujifilm X100, f11 1/120

How to get there:
Travel to Sackville on Highway 2 (Trans Canada), then take the Main Street exit. The main entrance to the Waterfowl Park is close to the highway exit, at the end of Mallard Drive. You will find ample parking next to the Visitor Information Centre, which contains a gift shop featuring local arts and crafts. Try to resist shopping until after you’ve explored the park!

View larger size images of the Sackville Waterfowl Park by clicking here.

Where is home?

January 1, 2019

**Saint John, looking east.** Fujifilm X100F f8 1/80

This small city, on the north shore of the Bay of Fundy, is struggling to survive. Fortunately, it is as tenacious as the tide. It might not be here at all if Samuel de Champlain hadn’t been passing through on St John the Baptist Day in 1604. Then the Loyalists came, and even the passing centuries and waves of immigrants – from places as diverse as Ireland, Vietnam & Syria – have not completely managed to erase the city’s starchy Britishness.

Proud Edwardian homes line stately streets radiating out from the city centre, where stalwart brick establishments – which once sold dresses, furniture, sandwiches and other sundries – serve small batch beer and upscale coffee. A predictable sprawl of suburban neighbourhoods mark the city boundaries on three sides (the fourth being the sea). But if you turn left instead of right, just here, or you follow untamed roads lining the broad river (that empties tumultuously into the harbour through treacherous rapids at low tide and then reverses direction with nearly as much gusto at high tide), you will find another city composed of fading wood frame houses that have seen too many winters, many perched on rocky outcrops that would daunt any modern developer.

**The 250-year-old St. Luke’s is next to a McDonalds.**
Fujifilm XT2 55mm f5.6 1/1100

This is a city of contrasts, of wealth and poverty, of opportunity and apathy, of growth and decline, steeped and in many ways stuck in history. An underlying resentment simmers within many deep-rooted residents, expressed as a certainty that nothing will ever be as good as it once was. When the glory days occurred is up for debate, but the economic downturn could be traced back to the turn of the century, when steam had supplanted sail, and industry, people and prosperity all packed their bags and moved to Upper Canada.

Like many Maritimers, I moved to Upper Canada as well, looking for something more than the few opportunities available at home, wanting a taste of big-city life and independence. I lived in Ontario for nearly 20 years before I came home. Yes, home.

There is something about this city that gets under your skin. It could be the salt air or the fog, the small-town friendliness or the historic heart, or it might just be the familiarity of the particular spaces that became mine while I was growing up, especially the wild places where I wandered, and wrote bad poetry, and learned how to listen to my heart.

I’ve been back in this city for nearly 10 years now and I cannot imagine wanting to make my home anywhere else. That doesn’t mean I don’t plan to leave – I hope to travel and explore for many years yet – but this is where I will return, the place of my heart. This is Saint John.