Winter in Japan for the non-skiing family

[ShelleyB]

Our aim was to catch the 5.20pm shuttle bus back to Yamagata, so made it to the bus stop by around 4.40. Queue was already quite long and we wondered if we would make it aboard. Oddly the bus came early and while we did just make the cut (in jump seats) many did not. But given the strange early arrival of the bus we wondered if there were ghost buses. Untimetabled extra buses which they run when demand was high.

In any case soon were back in Yamagata, which is known as the ramen capital of Japan. There are even posters at the train station and articles in the Guardian indicating the frankly ridiculous amount of ramen eaten in this city. Despite, it would appear that most of the local ramen restaurants close on Sunday nights. So after an unsuccessful hunt for ramen in ramen-town, we returned to Sendai for ramen. Here we introduced ShelleyB-son to the ramen phenomenon that is Ichiran ramen. A chain specialising in tonkotsu ramen but really it’s also about the solo dining experience. Ramen is served in individual booths behind a bamboo blind. Waiters whose face you cannot see take your written order. If you want something extra there is a silent buzzer to press. The whole experience is very quiet and could be totally silent if you wish. Needless to say ShelleyB-son loved it. Good ramen, and allowed to be on his phone over dinner.

 

[ShelleyB]

Day 20 and we were off to visit Chuson-ji, a world heritage listed temple. in Hiraizumi. But we before then, I should mention the breakfast at the Sotetsu Fresa where we are staying in Sendai. The breakfast is a buffet and while ok is not very extensive and has no components that change at all over the days we have been there. Probably most disappointing is the near lack of any fruit.

But back to the travel. Hiraizumi is easily reached from Sendai by shinkansen to Ichinoseki then either a local train or a bus to Hiraizumi. For getting there the timing worked well for a train. A quick stop to chat with the lovely people at the travel information centre procured us a map and a plan. Before the star of the show at Chuson-ji, we first planned to visit Motsu-ji temple dates from around the same time as Chuson-ji (around the 12th century) and was as extensive as Chuson-ji. However much of Motsu-ji has been lost by fire and neglect. Still we felt it was worth a visit and we were pleased we did. The temple is a less than 10 minutes walk from the train station. Entry fee was minimal - a few hundred yen- to the lovely grounds which include a large pond. The pond is real focus for the temple grounds, with buildings scattered around. One of the things we enjoyed most was these monuments to Matsuo Basho, a famous haiku poet who travelled these parts and wrote about his travels in the collection “The narrow road to the deep north” in the 17th century. The poem inscribed here is “The grasses in summer/all that is left/of ancient warrior’s dreams”.

 

[ShelleyB]

From Motsu-ji we walked to Chuson-ji. The walk is a bit longer than from the station to Motsu-ji, so for those who don’t wish to walk there is a bus. At the bottom of the path up to Chuson-ji there is a car park with a collection of shops and restaurants. In this low season only one restaurant, Isekiya, was open, where we ate some enjoyable soba.



Then back out for the path to the temple grounds. The path up is steep(ish) and lined with cedars. Beautiful if a bit slippery with the snow and ice. One Japanese tourist coming down took a slide just as we were heading up. I asked (in Japanese) was he ok (he was) but he responded in English. Apparently he spent time at the University of Queensland.



We made is safely up the steep approach, after which it levels out. There are views to south and west. There are numerous buildings, all of which are original. Most are free to visit, with only the museum and the golden temple requiring a ticket. No photos of either allowed I am afraid. The golden temple is amazing, well worth the price admission. The entire temple is covered in gold leaf, and is considered so culturally important it has been moved from its wooden cover to a concrete bunker and is behind glass.

We really enjoyed the whole experience, even ShelleyB-son who I was concerned might be all templed-out by now. The only thing to add was the main hall we entrance was currently undergoing some restoration, so was not looking at its best.









After we had enough of visiting Chuson-ji we tackled the steep path down. It had been snowing all afternoon, so the path was not improved in safety. Luckily there was a solid rope bannister, which helped a lot. The young girl desceding in front of me took a few tumbles but I suspect that was deliberate as it was usually accompanied by giggles. We all made it safely down and then caught the bus from in front of the temple path back to Ichinoseki as the timing worked better than the local train.

Dinner for our last night in Sendai was at izakaya Miraizuki. As it turns out our favourite izakaya from Hachinohe was part of a chain. As Mr ShelleyB was not with us then, we decided to have a meal there. And although it offered nothing new, was still very enjoyable and a reminder that chain restaurants in Japan are in fact very good.