Gion Matsuri

First, here is a link for those interested in learning more about this ancient festival: http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e3942.html

Once again, we took the over-one-hour-long train ride to get to the Gion area of Kyoto to see the main event of the month - the Yamaboko Junko (or procession of floats known as "yama" and "hoko"). Thanks to the suggestion of my Japanese Religion teacher, we had a good spot to watch the parade. It was a corner where two streets intersected, allowing us to see how the giant floats handled turns.

Anyway, we had designated this corner as a meeting point with other friends but my sister and I ended up missing them the entire day - it was extremely crowded. Waves of people crashing upon the sidewalks and currents rushing past one another. But, thankfully, my sister and I arrived an hour early and found a spot behind a group of Japanese people who had been sitting on the curb of the sidewalk for an extra hour.  People slowly began filtering in until suddenly it was so crowded that people were rubbing elbows, shoulders, and more. There were several police officers working as crowd control (one of which who was by us looked like the human version of the bunny from Zootopia - adorable and efficient). Our side of the sidewalk, however, was the 'naughty' one and we had to have a yellow tape and traffic cones tied up alongside us. It was like kindergarten but on a larger size - people would try breaking the rules and arguing with the officers. At one point, the group in front of us started reprimanding some of the people breaking the rules, standing in front of the yellow tape in the street, trying to take pictures from the middle of the restricted street, and so on; they explained how they had been waiting for hours and for others to be so rude is just wrong. I was quite impressed with them. My sister and I did have some issues with some shovers but, when I considered the enormity of the event and the audience size, I am shocked and pleased with the number of such people. We did have a wonderful person experience - a Japanese man with an impressive camera has apparently been coming to the event for forty years in a row and knew almost everything about the parade. I would ask him questions and then translate the answers for my sister; it was really neat. Then, another woman who was talking to him offered me her stool so I was able to take a few good pictures in the beginning.

And then we saw our first hoko, this huge float rolling towards us.

The four figures standing on the front of the float were present on every hoko (sometimes there were only two rather than four though). They would do a fan dance to 'aid' in and show the energetic flow of the turning of the float. Each float had a different group of people wearing differently designed clothing and fans.

According to the helpful brochure we received from a volunteer, this first float is called Naginata Hoko and "take its name from the long large spike (naginata) attached to the roof. It is the only float that doesn't join the drawing to decide the order in the procession and always goes first...only float among the 33 that has a real child riding atop as its sacred symbol (chigo)." The rest had dolls representing this divine messenger.

Unfortunately, to load a picture of every float would take too long, but I will make a bullet list of what I saw. If anyone has any questions or wants to see a particular float's picture, please comment and I will respond to the best of my ability.

• 2 Urade Yama "is based on the story that Empress Jingu (169-269 [CE]) tried fortunetelling to see if she could win in the coming battle and caught a sweet fish as a sign of triumph. The sacred deity on the float wears a long golden hat and has a fishing pole in the right hand and the caught fish in the left."
•  3 Moso Yama or Takenoko (Bamboo Shoot) yama came next where a famous scholar named Moso discovered a bamboo shoot to give to his sick mother.
• 4 Araretenjin Yama enshrines a small buddha figure that was found after non-seasonal hail quenched an awful fire in Kyoto in the early 1500s.
• 5 Kanko Hoko concerns a famous politician, Moshokun, and has "a figure shaped in the moon and mountain on its roof represent[ing] darkness in the mountains."
• 6 Hakuga Yama is "based on the story about the Chinese harp player, Hakuga, and his friend during...Zhou dynasty. When the friend passed away, Hakuga was so sad that he decided to stop playing the harp forever. The figure on the float represents the scene in which Hakuga holds an ax in his hand and is about to destroy the harp."
• 7 Shijokasa Hoko is like a traditional umbrella with a pine tree on top.
• 8 Ashikari Yama is based on a classical Japanese song - "Ashikari." "It represents a harmonious relationship between a married couple after a long period of separation."
• 9 Tsuki Hoko, or the moon hoko, has both a moon and Tsukiyomi (the Moon deity) on it with Turkish and Indian tapestries.
• 10 Yamabushi Yama: "The deity enshrined on this float represents a Buddhist monk who is said to have corrected the learning Yasaka Pagoda with his mysterious power."
• 11 Aburatenjin Yama had a torii adorning it and "carries the deity that has been worshipped in the local community for many generations. The name of the float comes from the street the shrine is located on: Aburanokoji."
• 12 Taishi Yama has an interesting description: "When the imperial prince, Shotoku (574-622 [CE]) commissioned the construction of Shitenno-ji Temple in Osaka, he went into the mountain and collected material for its erection by himself. Based on this story, the float chose cedar as the float's sacred tree instead of pine, which all other floats have."
• 13 Niwatori Hoko represents peace with a circle in a triangle representing an egg in a drum. This is significant because of a legend of a kingdom where a drum was beaten during wartime but there was such a long time of peace, moss grew on the drum and a hen took up residence on it.
• 14 Tokusa Yama is another old-song-based float and tells the tale of "a man whose son was kidnapped and lived along and lonesome in the province of Shinano (present-day Nagano prefecture)."
• 15 Ayagasa Hoko "is one of the floats that still retain the oldest form of an umbrella." and had musicians traveling alongside it.
• 16 Toro Yama was one of my favorites, being topped with a moving praying mantis. "In the 14th century, when Japan's political power was divided, there was a war between two political powers. This float was made as a tribute to the samurai named Takasuke Shijo who fought against the Ashikaga army and died in the war. His bravery was associated with one of ancient Chinese stories related to a mantis so that this float has a large mantis puppet on the top." I love this even more that is honors a great hero despite him being on the losing side of history.
• 17 Kikusui Hoko was another favorite since it was the chrysanthemum float.
• 18 Hakurakuten Yama shows a Chinese poet Bai Juyi asking a question to Zen monk Dorin.
• 19 Kakkyo Yama "is based on an ancient story in China about a man named Kakkyo. Kakkyo was very poor and couldn't afford to feed his family consisting of his wife, child, and mother. One day, he decided to abandon the child and dug a hole to bury him. While he was digging the hole , he discovered a pile of gold that enabled him to live happily." Basically, he was going to kill his family but while digging their graves, he discovered gold and changed his mind.
• 20 Hosho Yama "is based on a romance between a court noble man, Yasumasa Hirai (11th century) and a female court servant, Izumi Shikibu."
• 21 Hoka Hoko. "The symbol on its roof represents rays from the sun, moon, and stars that light the world. The body of the float is decorated with carpets form India and Persia bearing delicate flower patterns."
• 22 Iwato Yama was another amazing float since it was the Amaterasu float. (Amaterasu being the most important deity of Shinto tradition). "Unlike other Yama floats (i.e. carried on the shoulders of people), this float has wheels, like Hoko floats, and is pulled by people. Since this Yama float doesn't have the place to set the sacred pine tree like a general Hoko float, the tree is directly attached to the roof.
• 23 Fune Hoko, or the Boat Float, is "based on a legend about Empress Jingu (169-269 [CE]), the float bears the figure of a ship. A golden figure of an imaginary bird is attached to the front of the ship and the helm depicts a traditional flying dragon pattern decorating. There is a figure of the empress as well as three other deities (Isora, Sumiyoshi and Kashima) enshrined on the float." After some extra research, Isora is a shinto kami of the seashore, Sumiyoshi refers to three kami of the sea, and Kashima (first sumo wrestler) is a god of thunder and sword and attempts to subdue the giant catfish under Japan (who shakes and causes earthquakes).

We were there for four hours for this parade, which I totally did not expect. But we saw all 23 floats, each one having a different story and design. These floats are the same as they have been for centuries, except for the tapestries that are changed every year and come from all across the world. After the final, pirate-y, boat float made its complex turn, we decided to find some lunch. However, Gion fell onto Marine Day, a national holiday that allows many families to be together and many businesses to close...meaning there was almost nowhere to eat in the area. So we decided to take a break from the crowds and the festival, took a train over to the Uji part of Kyoto, and visited the Byodoin Temple!

This is a very important temple, not only for the fact that it is on the 10 yen coin, but for its historical context. Originally a retreat villa for Fujiwara politicians in the Heian era, this was turned into a temple and occasionally referred to as the Phoenix Hall due to the architecture (like wings), the phoenix statues on the roof, and the rebirth image of the temple image in the surrounding reflection pond. There is also a shrine on the grounds and a grave for Minamoto Yorimasa.

My sister and I spent quite some time taking pictures of the beautiful, graceful, symmetrical temple plus pictures of each other and of one another doing yoga. We came near closing time so were accompanied by a staff member as we breezed through their small museum, but we were able to see some of the bodhisattva relief statues originally mounted in the Phoenix Hall (which was closed when we went). The golden phoenixes atop the roof and the numerous lotus blossoms were also stunning.

More experiences from Uji:

• Crossed a long, beautiful bridge with views of other bridges and down the river
• Saw a stone statue of Murasaki Shikibu (I, as social media calls it, "fangirled" so hard).
• The train station is characterized by concrete hallways full of giant circular windows and passageways
• Learned that there is a Tale of Genji Museum in the area! (definitely will go one day)
• Accidentally had conveyor belt sushi for the first time. We walked out of the train station and, right across the street, was a restaurant that was open! Without knowing really what it was for, but knowing we were hungry and had few options, we walked in and were pleasantly surprised. There was almost no one there, so it was quiet and cool. We had so much sushi and were able to try new things, such as sea urchin (which was golden yellow and tasted the way really fishy fish smell) and some fish from Okinawa. 

Feeling refreshed from the food, bridge, temple, and sounds of thunder, we boarded the train to go back to the Gion area. Eating our candies we received from the cashier from the sushi restaurant, listening to the rain, and seeing someone wearing a very similar outfit to mine and practically sleeping on her backpack - the train ride was interesting. Finally, we returned to the Gion area and started our second part of the festival - the evening and night parade of the mikoshi! (portable shrines).



We were truly immersed, walking with the carriers, clapping, chanting, and even talking! We asked so many questions and learned that most of the volunteers did not know what the chant means, only that it was tradition and so they said it. We also learned that there are four mikoshi and we saw three of them - one for the main deity, another for the wife, and another for the child. Many people were taking photos either of or with their children on the child mikoshi (pretty adorable, by the way) while women were not allowed to walk within the beams or touch the wife's mikoshi for fear she would be angered by jealousy. Once night had officially started, the carriers attached lanterns onto the mikoshi, casting orange, golden light onto the scene.

After beer vending machines, much walking, and giving the ancient official's horses space, we walked to the main shrine of the Gion festival. It was quite large for a shrine and was all lit up, the stairs crowded with onlookers. Once we crossed the first gate, we were met with a path walled by yatai, festival booths. This was what I wanted to see since (excuse my stereotypes) the first anime I saw that had such booths. There were chocolate bananas, shaved ice, shooting games, goldfish catching booths, yakisoba, takoyaki, grilled squid strips, and a dish we tried which was rice wrapped in grilled meat. At the end of the path, we entered the real shrine courtyard with a large architecture in the middle covered in multitudinous lanterns. Quite a beautiful night site.


Once eating delicious food, we walked down the main street once more and saw one of the mikoshi performing in the middle of a large intersection. At first it was empty and only had cars, and then we saw mikoshi and crowds of people coming from two of the streets. One of them entered the intersection and shook, turned, and practically hopped. It was so neat - just like I noticed in the first main festival I went (Kanda Matsuri), seeing an ancient tradition of monks protesting and making civil disturbances in the streets carried out in the modern day.

Exhausted, we took the long train ride back home and were able to get some good rest.

(Futuristic side notes: if my dorm has faster upload speed, I'll re-edit this post to include more pictures. I will continue until I have finished, though I apologize for this delay near the end. But, next up - FUJI!!!)

Fushimi Inari

Yes, yes, finally, I went to Fushimi Inari Shrine. The fox shrine of gates on gates on gates. It was amazing and, honestly, I had the experience of a spiritual journey through the mountain - but that will come as we go. Also, I will use the word "torii" a lot in this post - just a reminder that those are the red gates of Shinto shrines that separate the mundane world from the spiritual.

After traveling quite some time by train, my sister and I arrive at Fushimi Inari station, decorated with white fox and red gate motifs. Of course, we are quite hungry, so we search the area for ramen shops. After some fruitless searching and one of the only rude encounters I've had with Japanese people, we ran into a very nice shop worker who recommended a nearby ramen shop. The ramen was delicious! We both had tonkatsu ramen, which always has pork, and we saw someone cosplaying walk in. I am not sure who or what he was portraying, but I loved the dragon-decor on his belt. Anyway, we were so pleased with the ramen and with the shop worker's kindness that we returned to her shop for dessert. I had my first shaved ice dish, which is very popular in Japan - especially in the summer. It had sweet matcha sauce, little mochi balls, and some red beans.

Now fueled up, my sister and I headed to the shrine! It was gorgeous! The size! The symmetry! The
colors! While walking past the smooth and sophisticated green-gray fox statues and through the main gate, an older Japanese gentleman with a camera asked to take pictures of my sister's tattoo. Apparently, it is an old hobby of his. I believe he might have said he wishes to end the stigma in Japan against tattoos. Either way, we loved his interest. He told us to enjoy Japan and then we went our separate ways.

We explored the main shrine area, seeing shrine maidens and priests, observing a wall of torii-shaped wishes, and what looked to be a shrine priest but who had white pants rather than the traditional aqua. I wonder if he was an apprentice? We passed by smaller shrines with horse statues and people statues residing within them, souvenir stalls, and a few single torii before finally starting our hike through the tunnel of torii.

The first section had very large, tall torii. Since it was July and thus Gion, many sections of the shrine had electrical lights strung through them. It took a bit away from the ancient and mystical feel, however, it was neat to see. We were relieved though when we realized that the lights weren't strung throughout 100% of the torii. Anyway, this first section was enchanting for its newness and largeness. The second small section was made up of skinny, short gates positioned close together - and there were two tunnels. It was suggested that people stick to the right so those who are exiting the area are not blocked by those entering. That also felt like going through the rabbit hole.

Once we emerged, we saw more wishes (but in the shape of fox faces this time) and smaller shrine buildings. We also saw the tunnel of torii start up again to the left, guarded by another pair of foxes. By the way, these pairs of foxes were dispersed throughout the entire torii hike, each pair unique. It was really interesting. So we entered and continued upwards.



This area was extremely crowded and my sister and I were a bit agitated so we jumped on the opportunity to take a side trail for a few minutes and visited Okusha shrine. Though it was still part of the Fushimi Inari shrine and worships the same deity, it had a completely different atmosphere. We were practically the only people there, surrounded by green bamboo and trees, large clover-like plants with four leaves and purple tints, more diversity in the statues, and no red.




Feeling calmed and refreshed, we returned to the tunnel of gates. It was still crowded, but we felt more prepared for it. And so we continued up and up and up. Truthfully, the path occasionally took us down or side to side, but it was generally upwards. At one point, it began drizzling, cooling us down. And as we continued up the fewer people there were. As the steps became steeper, the gates thicker, and the rain harder, there were even fewer people until a majority of the hike became a journey for the two of us.

Every now and then, there would be a break in the tunnel with smaller side shrines adorned with their own tiny torii, fox statues, memorial stones, offerings, and in the case of one with a roof, two adorable kittens.We gazed at a lovely mountain lake with hydrangeas in the foreground, saw so much vivid moss, raindrops glistening off leaves, heard the rain and the wind and the storm, shops every now and then (usually nearby shrines), and interesting people. The farther up, the nicer they seemed. We did see a man running down the mountain with a snake in his hand...we were wondering if he was bit and had decided to carry it to help identify how he can be treated? Either way it was odd but we hope he turned out alright.

There were some times throughout the hike that I felt like it was the coolest place I've ever been and the best hike while others I was so overwhelmed, tired with the rain, worried about my camera battery, sick of the mosquitoes, or just negative. It was such an emotional roller-coaster, but we finally made it to the main mountain shrine at the top, surrounded by yet more mini shrines and stones. My sister and I each prayed at the top and, as we each clapped to signal the end, there was a clap of thunder. And then, on the way down, the rain lightened and disappeared. Our way back was a bit slippery, but technically 'dry.' There was one point where light was pouring through like gold, thick beams permeating the tunnel - breathtaking. And seeing the light sparkling in dewdrops in spider webs, frogs and snails and cats all coming out, birdsong, and more added to the beauty.

Exiting the forested tunnel was a sad moment, returning to the busy city. We had walked through literally thousands of gates, reassured by guardian foxes, immersing ourselves in the storm and trees and torii - to leave it was a bit sad.

All but one of the tourist shops were closed, so we went to the one open one and had soy ice cream and (regular) gelato.

Before heading home, we went to the area we'd be in the day after to get a sneak peak at the yamaboko (Gion floats - yama and hoko, collectively known as yamaboko). They were covered in lanterns, lit up in the night, and filled with drummers and flutists. Of course, it was incredibly crowded, not only in the streets and sidewalks but the subways too. It was like a river of people, flowing in the correct direction on each side with some going against the current to find a subway or food. It was shocking and interesting, but we were tired and hungry and knew we'd be seeing the floats again, so went home.

After the long, damp (not 100% from the hike yet) train ride home, we showered and had sushi that our host family got us. It was delicious and filling and perfect after the day.

Sorry to break the time bubble, but I am currently writing this in the US in my family home and find that it takes much longer for the pictures to load here. But I will still throw some in here because the hike was just stunning!

Rainchecks for all

I love writing my blog and love hearing people's comments about it; however, this past week and a half of my sister being in Japan with me has been jam-packed and on our rest days, I just don't have the energy to devote to a post. Even now, I am preparing for bed after packing all day.

Tomorrow I leave Japan. I am so incredibly emotional. I am grateful for this experience and happy to have done so much and talked with so many people. I am going to miss so much of the people, food, and culture and climate. I am not going to miss mosquitoes. I am sad to leave but excited to think about coming back. I am sad to return to the US but excited to see my loved ones and eat certain foods and get my hair cut, finally.

This roller-coaster of emotions is exhausting.

Due to our busy schedule, I will be writing journal blog posts about these two weeks' adventures once I get back to US. This way, I will have time to sort through my pictures and write out detailed posts as well as something to do and look forward to when I return and have time to spend in the moment here and now.

Excitingly, I have a trip in between leaving Japan and returning to the US: Taiwan! It is so close and apparently so cheap and I am ecstatic to experience yet another culture and country. Especially to do so with my sister who is strong, competent and adventurous - making for a good travel companion.

For now, I must adjourn, but I shall return, in more ways than one.

Good night and good day - see some of you soon!

A Sister's Arrival

Yes, my sister is officially in Japan!

I woke up before six to grab a bus to the airport, and finally getting there and seeing her sitting, waiting, was so nice. She noticed me, put her phone down, grinning, and started running towards me and I towards her. I did not expect it to be a movie moment, but we met with a solid hug and hung on tight for a good while. It has been such a long time since I have had a hug. We both cried, saying how much we missed each other. It was great. I didn't realize just how much I missed her until I saw her. It didn't feel real (still only feels slightly real - like a dream that will snap as soon as I go to bed and awake again).

Then began a long but amazing day. I got to see everything with a new perspective through her. She was so excited about how nice everyone was, how neat and crisp and clean the cash is, how small and tall and unique the buildings are, how there are vending machines everywhere, the trees, the humidity, the birds, the breeze, the everything.

We rode the bus back and were immediately greeted by my host family - excuse me, our host family. They were kind enough to take us to a nearby station so my sister, R, could get a ICOCA Card, or IC Card. This is so she won't have to stop and pay a ticket every time we use a subway or train system.

Once we got home, we had tea and a special type of Japanese snack that was part Western. It was like a cookie sandwich and tasted like a shortbread cookie with cream in the middle. We also had watermelon and then a lunch of cold soumen and some Japanese gobo - which my sister liked.

Then, after washing together (despite some protestations from our host family and R convincing them that since she had coffee, she wasn't super tired), she gave them some gifts. One was a thank you from our family to our host family for everything they have done and loved it, taking peaks at the book. Then, from my sister personally, were some played cards from Las Vegas casinos (which they also thought were extremely cool and uniquely Las Vegas).

Afterwards, we went on a little local adventure. On the way, we saw some gorgeous orange flowers (this time unguarded by wasps) and, finally, I got some pictures of cicada shells. There were at least twenty on this metal framework by a tree, and then more in the tree and under the leaves themselves. By the way, they were so loud this morning, there was a ringing in my ear, and it was hard to hear my host parents as they bid me goodbye for the time being.

I showed her a bit of my campus, the famous central lawn and clock tower, our historical Kofun, and the Shinkansen park (complete with grasshoppers and the bullet train whizzing by). Finally, we made it to Mt. Kabuto forest park. We took a side trail for a few minutes, walking under the trees and standing on rocks, welcoming the breeze, the view, and the country. Also, saw some huge and colorful mushrooms (one of which looked like a pancake and some of which had mold or...goo...of some kind). We enjoyed the path of statues and a beautiful butterfly. We asked a nice lady with gardening gloves the name of a tree and it turned out to be a cedar. She also was talking about how she is 84 years old and comes to the park often so she doesn't lay around the house. She was adorable and so cheerful.

We stumbled upon a grove of hydrangeas and took some yoga poses while just enjoying the fairy landscape of it.

We walked up the road, passing smaller shrines and statues along the way, and made it to my sister's first Japanese temple. We admired the statues of the gate, straddle-stepped over the main middle bar, and ascended the first flight of stairs. The lake I saw a few months ago, with a Shinto shrine in the middle, was completely filled with lily pads and some huge buds. Amazing!

 (I thought this looked like a fairy leaf throne)













Rows of Kannon and Fudo Myoo and Jizo statues later, we made it to the top and had the place practically to ourselves. The pair of elderly men rang the bell, took our picture for us, and said we were both very beautiful as they left. They were very nice.



 (roof details I didn't notice the first time I visited the temple)







Then we climbed the steep stairs of the tree-tunneled way to the top of the mountain, emerging from darkness and a surprising encounter with a frog to the sunny meadow of the summit. Three sister trees were a beautiful photo-shoot spot, but the beautiful, raspberry-like berries' scent did not positively add to it. The berries smelled like rotting garbage - and I'm not talking about the ones on the ground. The fresh juice from the berries off the branch had a strong stench. Also, the meadow was teeming with slender, green grasshoppers. Either being herself or inspired by all the net-wielding children we saw today, my sister chased one and held one, looking adorable and happy with a proud bug.

On our way back down, we saw an act of predation. A beautiful butterfly was fluttering around, enjoying its carefree life when suddenly it froze and fell to the ground. Concerned we looked at it, wondering why it just fell. Using a stick, we flipped it over, to find a still unidentified, thin, dark bug holding onto it with a tongue or proboscis or something extended and going into the butterfly. We were not sure what it was, so quickly left it alone.

Praying at the small fox shrine between the summit and temple that I first prayed at when I went to the mountain temple on my own, seeing a snake and lizard and various birds, my sister had her first Japan prayer experience. Bowing through the torii gates, and taking some last photos or glimpses of statues, each other, rock gardens, and so on, we made our way down and through the temple gate - down the road and through the park - down the main street of campus, the steep set of stairs, and arrived at home.

We arrived to the preparations of a delicious and traditional dinner of tempura! Eggplant, ooba, Japanese pumpkin, gobo, seaweed, shrimp, Japanese sweet potato, green pepper, onions, renkon, and, probably after hearing me talk about southern food, okra! We had fried okra! I was so happy. I also had a very small cup of Japanese sake with my sister! It was nice to drink with her, but I had about three sips in total. Out of all the alcohol I've tasted, this was the best - but I still don't quite care for the feel or taste. It was so interesting trying to hold a conversation between the four of us, myself and my host dad translating often. Though sometimes, my sister would understand what they were trying to say, even if I didn't. Switching between the languages so quickly, close together, and for such a long time was quite the work out for my brain and tongue. I was not used to it, sometimes talking to my sister in Japanese or my host parents in English. But she gave me a boost of confidence, saying it's cool seeing me talking to Japanese people in Japanese.

Then we had some tea and wafer cookies, some confusing talk between three of us, all tired, but we worked out some details of the coming weeks (not quite done planning though). Now I am here, writing this blog, tired and a bit sweaty despite my shower (by the way, was reminded in the mountain today how painful it is to get sweat in one's eye). Now I must sleep for more energy for more adventure!

For the time being, good night and good day!

Saying Goodbyes to the Cicadas' Cries

This week was pretty emotional yet also not. I regained some stability from working out and being able to interact with friends again, but having to go to the final meetings of courses, take finals, and slowly say goodbye to everyone I've met was pretty hard. Using the gym the last time, eating at the cafeteria for a final time, playing once more in the K-ON club-room, having my final photoshoot at the garden, and going to the Farewell party. There were traces of apathy just from the sheer disbelief of me leaving. It may not hit until I am on a plane.

The farewell party was pretty neat. A lot of people came dressed up (either Western modern or in yukata and kimono). I did not realize it was a dress-up affair (thankfully neither did others, including my performance buddies). Also, I performed! I had thought this semester would be a break from performances, but I have given a fancy speech with a wall-size power-point-presentation, a mini speech, a live for K-ON club, and now this performance for another club I dabbled in this semester.

This performance, with the kickboxing aka taido club-members, was choreographed and polished in less than 48 hours and we were all proud of it. We had practiced and learned so much that we were able to just use what came naturally. And, since we were focused on having fun plus showing some technique, we did that: had fun with it. The story goes, a panda hero has learned much and excelled in the ways of taido but there is an evil taido master demon king controlling the land. Panda hero's goal is to take this king down, free the people, and become the taido master. He meets one of the king's servants along the way and quickly beats him, offering him a hand once his opponent is down. The demon's servant is impressed by the panda and switches to his side. Next, the two demon twins, servants of the king, meet the panda. Knowing he beat up their comrade, they start a fight with him (this is where I come in!). They take turns kicking, but to no avail. They try a combination punch, but the panda hero ducks and then does an upper cut. Once again, he offers a hand. One says they'll join the panda in his quest while the other (that's me) dramatically, Nicholas-Cage-like yells "never" and runs away. The king makes his way on stage and the one loyal servant appears, telling him what happened. Then the panda and his new friends appear! Panda hero and Demon king fight, but the panda is quickly defeated, with some cheating sneak attacks done by the servant. The devil and demon think they won, but with the power of his new found friendship, Panda Hero regains strength and they decide to fight. The demon twins fight and the loyal servant goes down, bested by their sister. The first demon servant tries to rush at the king but is taken down easily. Panda hero, with emotions from victory and his friend's defeat, finally defeats the king. (Then we threw in some extra comedy on top - after bowing, one friend says "wait, I wanted to be the demon king - we then proceed to take turns punching him, he is 'knocked out,' and two people carry him away while the other two act as guides and make siren noises). It was great. My favorite parts were the audience's involvement (cheering the panda man on and so on) and the obvious laughter from the children. Some parts of the party were boring for them, so to see them enjoying our performance was awesome.

There were also singers, a violin-piano duet that performed Tale as Old as Time, and two dancers who were phenomenal - hip hop like and had some tricking in there (when one did a back flip the crowd went wild, so to speak - you couldn't hear the music!).

My host parents got to meet some of my friends and vice versa. I got to get pictures and multilingual messages from all the people I've met in class and in school this semester.

It is really thanks to everyone that my time at KGU was so amazing. People sharing their personal opinions and experience and advice as well as information about their culture, language, and countries. Inviting me or letting me tag along on adventures. Accompanying me on mine. Helping me in and out of class. Being patient when I got emotional. I am really going to miss a lot of the people I met this semester (of course, like others agreed, there are always going to be some people that one is totally okay with never seeing again).


After the official party, most of the study abroad students hung out on a river-side in Takarazuka. This meant I got to see a bit of that area, get a stamp from the station, got "Chihayafuru" pocky, see a bright moon and beautiful lights off the water, hear some interesting tales and information, get some advice, and take the last train after meeting Japanese police. Wait...let me explain. Some friends and I left the main group to use the bathroom of a conbini nearby. When we returned, one of the students was walking our way and saying "gotta go home, the cops are kicking us out." We thought he was joking, until we saw everyone standing and people with vests and bright flashlights. It was near midnight and our large group of foreigners (many of whom were consuming at least some alcohol) must have prompted one of the nearby apartment tenants to call the police. But we rounded up our stuff and they were very nice and made sure we got to the station. But then, once my friends and I got off at our station, they all had to use the bathroom and I was the only sober one there. They started singing loudly from the bathroom and a security guard starting looking our way (really my way because I was the one visible) and said something I couldn't quite catch. We finally rounded each other up and, once again with a escort several feet behind us, made our way out the station. To say the least, it was an interesting experience.

It is very fascinating to be one of the few people not drinking in a group of drunk or 'buzzed' individuals, especially if you know them sober.














Today was also a day of goodbyes in a way. I went to the post office (unresolved package sending - have to get a second back-up address - but I sent postcards, finally) and to the city hall. The same city hall I went to when I first arrived. I had to cancel my health insurance, have my "My Number Card" handled (kept it for when I come back though I still am not quite sure what it is for), payed my final insurance bill, and changed my address/terminated my address here in Japan. It was sad, but also a bit liberating in the sense that I got to use my skills. When I first got here, everyone did the documentation together as a group with people who spoke English and had everything set up for us. This time, I was by myself (unlike the post office, to which my host dad accompanied me) so I had to communicate even though I didn't know every single word they used and had to be confident. Today was also the last time my host parents and I will have dinner together as just the three of us...because my older sister is coming to Japan! She should be arriving and I will pick her up in the morning! So excited! (Though it is also another sign of my time here ending).

I cannot believe my time here is ending soon.

Before I go to bed and prepare for an early rising, I will talk about some bugs. Mainly cicadas and dragonflies.

First, one of the students at the river 'party' showed me a picture of what he stumbled upon on his front door door frame: a cicada emerging from its old skin. It was amazing! The old, dark husk vertically attached to the door with a horizontal, solid, pale yellow, very much lively-looking creatures emerging from it. Stunning (but also kind of...gross). Second, apparently cicadas in Japan represent the coming end of the rainy season. There is another species that comes around autumn that signify the coming of autumn and apparently they are bigger (bigger than these???) and make a different sound - tsuketsukebooooshi. So they are called tsuketsukeboshi cicadas. I'm serious. These cicadas, of summer, are relentless. They've practically been crying (they saying crying in Japanese) constantly. You go to bed with a faint whine in the background and wake up to thunderous chattering. You walk to school with earbuds in and hear their cries. You are in the classroom, in the house, eating a meal, listening to classical music and they are there, crying. Sometimes they get so loud, I expect to see a horde of them on a tree. But I haven't gotten a good glimpse of a living one yet. I think I saw one flying around and bumping into things and one may have flown in my face the other day, but it could have been another large, noisy, brown bug. Their shells are also hard to come across. I have seen three or four. One had fallen, two were under leaves, and one was visible on a tree. In Las Vegas, ours are about half the size, with translucent yellow husks and cute mahogany bodies that make a nice buzzing. Also, you'll walk in a park in summer and see like twenty husks on a tree trunk. Here they are still kind of cute, reminding me of Oms from Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, but twice as big, ten times as loud, and much more mysterious yet connected to each other. I swear, the scariest part about them isn't their size, it's how they stop or start crying in unison. Going from constant, loud chattering to silence is pretty jarring. It's nice that they are harmless though.

Next, dragonflies! I've been loving the dragonflies here in general, but the ones at the campus garden pond is amazing because there are so many and so lively! Flying around the place, battling with one another, resting on rocks, or just trying to defend territory and eat smaller bugs, flitting here and there. They are the reason I accidentally spent two hours taking photos yesterday. And why I have a sunburn now - didn't expect to be out in the sun, oh well. BUT what's REALLY NEAT is this type of dragonfly that I stumbled across called a choutonbo. This translates to Butterfly Dragonfly. And it's because it is a majestic fairy of a bug - it's a dragonfly that looks and flies kind of like a butterfly! But the time spent, the sweat, the several days of picture-taking, the sunburn, the being goggled at by middle school or high school campus tour groups, was worth it for I was able to shoot some pretty good photos, if I do say so myself.


Unfortunately, the butter-dragon-fly never left the middle of the lake so I could not get a stunning close up, but thanks to my telephoto lens, I was able to get some nice shots.

And, I almost cried at this next one, after seeing countless blurry photos and trying to get his picture since I saw him several weeks ago:

Dragonfly photo gallery, concluded.

Well, good night and good day!