The next morning I got up, Skyped home, and got ready for my first full day in the land of the Rising Sun.
I had a bit of a plan made up today, and it involved checking out some of the nearby temples, as well as just exploring Osaka in the daylight. Because my room was being switched, I had to checkout for the day and store my luggage at the front desk until that afternoon. It only cost me ¥1080 ($10.80). I then went down for breakfast.
While in the continental, buffet style cafeteria, I ran into a young woman named Freya. She's 19 years old and is from England, with this being her first ever solo international trip. I remembered my first time abroad so I helped her and kept her company during breakfast. It turns out she's also on the same tour as me! She had no idea what to do in Osaka, so at 9:30 we left together to go find some temples.
Japan is an incredibly country when it comes to innovation and transportation, and walking out into Osaka in the daylight I learned that very quickly. Moments within walking outside, we saw every form of transportation: bikes, side road, major roads, overpasses within the city, underpasses within the city, subways, trains and boats, all moving in sync like a polished machine.
We headed East at first, and went past discrete massage parlors, restaurants, flower shops and many vending machines. It wasn't long until the hot, humid heat got to us (I didn't check the temperature, but the whole trip it was around 40 Celsius out because of the humidity, so that would be a good guess for this day as well). We stopped at a vending machine and got some water (¥60, or $0.60) and I explored the parking lot nearby.
It wasn't the parking lot that interested me, but the buildings beyond the fence of it did. It appeared to be some kind of cemetery. It was small, and only had a few dozen graves in it, but it was old and very well maintained.
We turned North at this point and walked along a major street. There were many pedestrians here, so we must have been close to downtown. They had sky-walks built up from the sidewalks so people could cross without stopping traffic. This fascinated me because it was a complete opposite approach that Paris has with their underground walks ways!
This intersection, which we crossed using the sky-walks, had 5 lanes of traffic going each way, making 20 lanes of traffic going every which way. If you can image that!
As we continued walking to Osaka castle we found a free map that mentioned a temple close to Ikutama Park, a nearby park. We decided to try and find that instead, just for fun. It took us a while, but we finally found it. Unfortunately, we couldn't get too close to it because of some kind of festival they were preparing for. We then just sat in the park and relaxed in the shade.
However, we weren't the only ones in the park.
Japan is a very busy country, but is also very quiet. We have so far crossed major intersections and walked among crowds of people, but the sounds coming from these trees were by far the loudest sounds I have ever heard. We believed at first they were bugs, but thinking back, they must have been hundreds of insects. Very quickly their loud chirping got to us, and we had to leave the park covering our ears!
We got back to the major street and decided to take a shot at the subway instead of walking in the heat. We didn't know how to use the trains, and even with Frey's Tube experience, she too was lost. We asked a security guard for help, and although his English was very broken, he told us the best he could where to go.
We got on the train and arrived at our station in about 5 minutes, instead of walking around in the head above ground for another two hours. Trains in Japan run every 5 minutes, so you never have to worry about missing one! (Wish our transit system was that efficient!)
We walked up the stairs of the subway and onto some kind of plaza. On the plaza was a large black building and about a hundred stone stools. The English explanation to what we were witnessing wasn't very clear, but I believe it was some kind of ancient elevator that had been recently excavated.
We then walked around a large building - which I realized later was the museum - and saw Osaka Castle for the first time.
The castle is inside a fort, built on a hill, with a moat, which is on top of another hill, with yet another moat around that. It was breathtaking to see! Each stone moat was about 100 feet wide and 50 feet high, all made of large stones. The largest one was called the "Octopus Stone", which was about 10 feet wide by 15 feet high.
We meandered through the fortress and got closer to the castle. We got in queue, got our tickets, and walked up the stairs. I've seen some strange things in my days, but what I saw hooked up to those stairs was something very odd. It was some kind of mist making machine to keep the stones from getting too hot in the sun. Weird!
We finally arrived at the castle and took the elevator to the 5th floor and walked up the the 8th floor. For some reason, when viewing Osaka castle you start at the top and then work your way down, instead of the other way around.
We took some pictures of Osaka's skyline and the distant mountains and then headed down to the 7th floor.
The 7th floor was full of paintings and old photography showing what the city used to look like a hundred years ago. It was very, very different! It was very interesting to see!
We then went down to the 5th floor (there was no 6th floor). The 5th floor showed the history of Osaka, focused mainly around it's very war torn history. There was even a video to watch which picked apart a massive tapestry painting made about one specific war, and discussed the many different, yet very real, people in the picture. It was incredibly detailed and showed everything from battle scene, to fleeing common folk, to bandits robbing the refugees. Not only was the action detailed, but the expression on each character's face was unique to their situation. It really added a personification to the face of war, instead of a faceless war that the 21st Century is so used to.
One story, for example, was about a commander that went out drinking one night after a month of silence on the battlefield. As he drank, the invaders took the opportunity and seized his castle. The commander was so ashamed of his actions, he raised an army and charged the castle. He died trying to recapture it, but is hailed as a hero. In another story, a commander was defeated in combat, and then took his own life to honor his family. Pride is so important in Japan, it sometimes seems excessive.
The 4th and 3rd floor was full of paintings and artifacts from the war, as well as weapons such as swords, spear, sabers and helmets. Because of their authenticity, photography is forbidden.
The bottom floor had brochures and samurai costumes for children to wear. We left from here, and headed out back into the ground.
We wandered around the park for a while, bought some postcards and drinks and decided to take the subway to our next location, Shitennoji Temple. On our way there I began to get tired of the heat and the people and felt like I had had enough touring around for a while. I asked Freya if she wanted to return to the hotel and she said she did, so we went back on train stop and arrived at our hotel.
I got my new room when I checked in, but my roommate had not arrived yet. At 6 I went down to the lobby to meet the tour group. There's people here from Australia, England, Mexico, Canada and even Switzerland, but no Americans, which surprised everybody. I would later meet my roommate, Steve, and he would become our solo American traveler.
We left as a group to go out for supper, and went to some strange Japanese deep frying restaurant. I had deep fried eggs, chicken, beef, sausage, fish with cheese and a very spicy appetizer of something I still don't know what I ordered.
After supper we all went our separate ways, and I met Alison, a 65 year old woman who is backpacking across the world. Being over 60 and in a strange city, I accompanied her around town and took pictures of the city's lights as we went. Very quickly I realized Alison probably could have taken care of herself had somebody tried to rob her.
We arrived back at our hotel, and I got to meet Steve. Not only was he an American, but he was also a New Yorker!
I'm off to sleep now. The morning comes early, and I have no idea what is waiting for us in Kiyo-san!
And, as always, a big thank you to my sweetheart Jessica Nuttall for proof reading a countless number of my articles. I couldn't do any of this without you. I love you.
Last year I put together 50 Images That Showcase Regina, and it was very successful. However, I did that article early into the year and missed out on some pictures I would take later, so I decided to do it again this year. These pictures were all taken either in late 2015 or in 2016.
If you guys enjoy this article as much as you liked the last one, I might start making this an annual thing.
Some of you may recognize a few of these pictures from earlier in the year, but there should be a few here that none of you have ever seen before.
The Island of the Dolls is in Xochimilco, a borough south of Mexico City. While it would be faster to take a car from Mexico City to Xochimilco, the traffic is dense and the roads are very congested. Instead, if you're going there, I'd recommend taking metro, which is easy and the cheapest in the world. What you gain in comfort, however, you lose in speed, as the train ride takes about 2 hours.
Mexico City and Xochimilco both sit in the Valley of Mexico. Until about a millennium ago, the whole region around Mexico City was surrounded by a massive body of water. Over the centuries due to both climate change and interference by humans, most of this water has dried up, for the exception of Xochimilco. With networks of canals crisscrossing the borough, car transportation is difficult and water transportation is essential. I'm sure there were motorized boats somewhere in the waters of Xochimilco, but I never saw any. Instead, canoes and rafts are common on the water. However, the most popular vessel is a trajinera – a colourful gonadal-like boat that is pushed along the water with a wooden pole.
Xochimilco is known worldwide for their Floating Gardens market, which are essentially canoes floating down the canals, selling wares to tourists on trajineras. These include things like food, drinks, silver rings, trinkets, ponchos and sombreros. Occasionally other trajineras full of Mariachi bands will approach tourists and offer to play beside them on the water.
Love poutine, Justin Trudeau and just about everything Québécois? G Adventures had the right idea including Montréal in two of their Canadian tours, but Montréal isn't the only noteworthy place to visit in Québec. Now, this tour doesn't give Québec the justice it deserves either, but hopefully it inspires you to take your time to explore the wonders it has to offer. Québec is a beautiful province with a long history, stretching back over four centuries, so this tour is dedicated to the incredible history and culture of French Canada.
Our fictional tour starts in Montréal. If you've read my Five Historic Canadian Cities article last week, you already know Montréal is one of Canada's most lively cities. Packed with some of Canada's most impressive scientific museums, Montréal is also home to an archeological and historical museum, Pointe-à-Callière. Inside one of the most unique buildings in Old Montréal, this museum ventures deep into the history of the city and explores its foundation, its struggles and its changes. With 375 years of history, to uncover this museum starts off with the discovery of Hochelaga and showcases various sections of the original sewer system. The museum also has several illustrations showing the plagues and fires that once decimated the early city. The museum also has an interactive section about the pirates that once terrorized the St. Lawrence River. This museum is one of my absolute favorites, so if you love museums as much as I, you'll want to check it out.