Pure Water

J113 Monday August 13th

Up and at 'em!

I heard two people coming in the guest house just before I fell asleep the night before; Mrs. Tani had rented out the other room to some guests. I couldn't tell anything from the sounds they made; they were very quiet and considerate. I did know there were two of them, though.

Some time earlier in the morning, before I had woken up, Mrs. Tani had left some breakfast for myself and her other two guests. Ninja-like in her undetectability, she had left a loaf of bread, some jam, and a small basket of pastries. I enjoyed a pastry, not knowing how hungry the other guests would be.

I had a quick shower in the tiniest shower ever. My bathroom was about two and a half feet wide and maybe 6 feet long, with the door and the toilet on opposite sides of the room's longest dimension. The entire room was, also, the shower stall. I made sure to keep the water nice and cool, and had a nice, brisk shower.

After I dressed, I walked back out into the kitchen. The other guests had appeared, and were enjoying breakfast. They were an Italian couple, Maulo and Clara. They had gotten in after I did the night before. They, like so many other foreigners I had met in Kyoto, were on vacation. I recommended Kinkakuji and Nijo castle to them while they munched on pastries and toast.

After a few minutes of story swapping, I figured it was time to head out for the day. I donned my swim suit, it being the only clean pair of shorts I had left, and headed out into the day.

The next point I am going to make is very important. It is intended for men, but merely due to the fact of our differing physiognomy compared to the female gender. I am sure, though, given the fact that this is an infinite universe, that women have and will be met with the same, or at least a similar, problem.

Do not wear a swimsuit instead of pants.

There may be exceptions to this rule. Zombie attacks are, perhaps, situations where one's decision time for clothing is hampered. Yeowza.

Weighed down as I was, with my swimsuit doing horrific things to my undercarriage, I sought relief. I hopped on the bus and headed for the big Denki my hotel-finding friends had suggested the night before. I found the place with no problems, thanks to their excellent map-making skills, and found myself in a wonderland of electronic capitalism.

I found the digicam section without trouble, and within I found the perfect card; a nice big 2-gig number for about 3400 yen. It wasn't as good a deal as I could find in Akihabara, but given that that shopping district was over 500 kilometers away, I made do. I purchased the memory card, a memory card case (for the wrong size, but it does the job well enough) and a neck-strap. I had carried my camera by hand the day before, and though that was nice, it made handling anything else, like food or drink, difficult at best.

After acquiring my purchases, I located the nearest bathroom and made some adjustments to my clothing options. I put on my awesome safari shorts. These things are a nice, dusty olive color and have more pockets than God. They're a little loose (best problem to ever have) but my new belt does the trick just fine. I performed the operation whilst straddling a Japanese squatter toilet, which was quite an adventure. Luckily I had no mishaps, and emerged from the stall reequipped and ready for action.

I paused at the exit hall of the denki to swap memory cards and install my new neck strap. I also purchased a Pokemon cellphone strap thingie, 'cause it was cool. I wondered how I was going to get back to the station, to stash my big bag again, and as if by providence, I saw that the denki was, literally, across the street from one of the local train stations.

I strode across and hopped the next train to the station, a local that gave me a cool elevated view of the city. I stowed my bag once again and was ready for sight seeing galore! I wanted to explore the city's eastern side, given that it had a large number of temples and shrines that I'd been urged to visit. I calculated the bus to take and went to the bus platform, but was met with a truly titanic line. I was lucky enough to stand in a patch of shade, but still the day's heat swaddled me like a thick blanket. After nearly 20 minutes of waiting the correct bus arrived, and the line slowly filled it up. I was the last one aboard, with every seat filled and the aisle similarly packed. I myself was standing in the stair well in the rear of the bus.

I managed to hop up onto an equipment casing that was beneath an AC vent, saving my feet, keeping me cool, and providing a little more room for the other passengers. Alas, this was not the best bus ride in the world. Not only was it super-crowded, but traffic was very, very bad. Today was the start of Obon, a week-long holiday that's similar to Thanksgiving in the States, and everyone was going home to visit family (living and dead).

We inched along within the bus, lurching back and forth as the driver navigated traffic. We stopped every once in a while to take on new passengers, and despite the crazed packed nature of the bus others still crammed in. After nearly 30 minutes of this kind of driving, I had figured it would be faster to just walk. I got off at the next stop, where a bus attendant was gathering bus fare in his hat. I was glad to be free of the crush and I examined my surroundings.

I was near a large temple of some sort, hidden within greenery, and saw large crowds streaming in roughly the same direction. Remember what I said about crowds yesterday? So, I followed the lines and found myself staring at a small pond. I took a break in the shade, enjoying some Aquarius (a nice sports drink) and trying to cool off after being in the bus. An older gentleman stood next to me, and started up a conversation in simple English.

He informed me of Obon's beginning and the name of the temple we were looking at, Nishi Otani. I met his family; his daughter and wife, and his toddler granddaughter. I waved hello to the little girl and was met with adorable shyness. Her grandfather told me that I was the first foreigner she had ever seen, which only made me smile more. She and her mom were keeping cool with a big bowl of shaved ice.

I said farewell and headed into Otani. The walkway was being decorated with paper lanterns by a few men on ladders in preparation for the night's festivities, and many people were walking to and from the temple's massive gates.

What did I see within the temple? Only time will tell, faithful reader, for the time has come for me to do my morning calisthenics and head in to work.