Showing posts with label Andrew Boland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrew Boland. Show all posts

Friday, April 18, 2014

An Evening in Shinagawa

If Shibuya is Tokyo being pretty darned trendy, Shinagawa is Tokyo perhaps getting down to business. Well, my wife told me it was a business district, although to me there seemed to be a few hotels and restaurants there. It features the most impressive, in my opinion, of Tokyo’s stations. There’s a big arched roof above a walkway that runs from the north to south exits that people bustle through. That’s where you find the Japan Rail entrance to the station. It’s a really big station too, one that’s pretty easy to get lost in.



I headed to Shinagawa yesterday evening to meet my wife and some of her friends for dinner, and I was a bit early. So I thought I’d take a stroll around and snap a couple of pictures. Pretty much attached to the station was a Pachinko/slot place. They are unbelievably popular here. I once wondered where the good people of Ichinoseki all were as the main streets were often dead, and one day I went into a pachinko place and found 90% of the machines taken and there were hundreds in that place, possibly over a thousand. Almost definitely. And there are dozens in my old hometown.

Pachinko is almost a cross between a pinball game and a slot (pokie) machine. You get a whole bunch of gold balls and try to guide them into a winning position – the machine is upright though, and you have very little control, much less than a pinball machine for example. Anyways, outside this place there were two guys dressed up and dancing trying to get people to go inside. They weren’t having much luck. I wonder if I could get a part time job doing that?


On the north side of the station, after passing people walking through the arched walkway which was seriously grand, was the part of Shinagawa I haven’t really explored at all. It seems a lot of restaurants are in that area, 6-8 people were out hawking for their restaurants with menus in hand and aprons on. Business men and women with stern faces took the escalators up to the station on their ways home, and every now and again one person would be smiling and laughing, relieving my worries that everyone in Tokyo is just working until they die with no enjoyment from life whatsoever.


Inside the restaurant.


There was little to none of the Harajuku colour, the artisan spirit, the outfits and non-conformity that you can see in other places in Tokyo in Shinagawa. And then it was time for dinner as my wife arrived and we met her friends at a French Restaurant on the other side of the station called ‘Aux Bacchanales’.






It was very ‘colonial’ in design, reminding me of décor more attuned to the 40s I guess, and somewhat reminiscent of a restaurant (also French) I went to in Yaounde, capital of Cameroon. I really loved the look of the place, although the waiter who served us, who was French, didn’t crack a smile until the end of the night when we were paying the bill and I said to him ‘Please smile, you look so stressed’, and then he did. Which was a relief.



In fact this was the third French restaurant I have been to inside a week! And no, I didn’t choose any of them! The menu was limited, but we were in the lunch/bar area. It was great for my wife to catch up with her friends, and I must remember what it’s like when we move back to Australia to be at a table and understand less than 10% of the conversation. Although my wife speaks a lot more English than I do Japanese, it will still be very hard for her. Listening is always the hardest thing!


And so we walked back to Shinagawa station to take the train back to Yokohama and beyond (we are in the suburbs here). The train was packed, lots of standing, but apparently nothing like peak hour. Take care everyone, more coming tomorrow. From now on on Sunday I will be posting a retrospective on a place I visited in the past, in an attempt to not be posting everyday about Japan.




Don’t forget to have a listen to the podcast. It’s the main feature of yesterday’s blog. Each podcast will get its own dedicated blog post.
The station at night.


Tomorrow it’s back to the Japan Survival Guide – I’m going to talk about Japanese foods! And a little bit about grocery shopping! May the journey never end!

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

Short Journeys India and a travelling lesson from Jaipur

I've been very keen to get the latest 'Short Journeys' up on Amazon for kindle, and finally it has arrived! 'Short Journeys: India' is a collection of tips, information and some experiences too - stories and so forth, from my three trips to India. It covers Delhi (the good, the bad and the ugly), a bit of Rajasthan - Jaipur, Udaipur and Pushkar, it covers Punjab - Chandigarh, Jalandhar (great story) and Amritsar with the amazing Golden Temple, and then it covers Agra, Varanasi, Kolkata, Darjeeling, Mumbai and Goa. It talks about the places I stayed and how I got about. So if it interests you, it's just $1.39 at the US Store, 85p at the UK store and 99 Euro cents at the European stores!


Short Journeys: India (US Amazon)
Short Journeys: India (UK Amazon)


The overall product page is here.

From the book, here's an experience I had in Jaipur where things got a little hairy for a while :

Jaipur and I

Jaipur was a bit of an awakening for me I guess as a backpacker. It all boils down to one strange day that could have ended pretty badly for me but fortunately didn’t. At the Ever Green there was a notice plastered on a wall in the restaurant advising people that if someone should approach them asking them to buy gems and sell them overseas for a small profit they should decline. I thought it was an interesting note as I scoffed down my breakfast, but my main thought was basically ‘I wonder what that’s about’.
Turned out I would soon discover. I had seen a bit of the town on my first day in Jaipur, and on my second I had a few things to do – principally to get an overnight train ticket to my next destination, which was Udaipur, and to send a parcel home.
Lake near Jaipur.

Getting the train ticket was easy enough, although it was my first real experience of standing in a queue to buy something in India. I stood back from the person in front of me, relieved that there was only one person in the line between the ticket window and myself, and from nowhere as I stepped forward after they were done, a guy basically ran in and pushed in when I was within half a step on the window!
I kid ye not – this does happen in India. Regularly. You’ll have to decide how you want to deal with it but when there are many people in a line it is just a huge group of people jostling like a crowd. It’s not just India, but the sub-continent is where it happens most and with the biggest numbers (although places in China are pretty bad too). It’s a cultural thing really, perhaps a strange defence of the behaviour, but with so many people it becomes a case of ‘if I don’t push in, everyone else will and I will never get my ticket’. And that’s the long and short of it. Play the game or don’t, it’s up to you. Just be aware that getting angry and self-righteous never EVER won a fight in India.
So to be honest at this point I was just ‘Ummm excuse me, but I was here first and you appear to, probably by accident not realising someone was here and all, just jumped in front and….’ or something to that effect. Or lack of. Yes, pretty poor form but I was still the small fish in the big pond that is India and today I would have pushed and glared. When I have stood up for myself, I seem to have been able to out stare them and win the day.
Once I had my ticket in the sleeper I headed to the nearby post office to ready my parcel and send it home to Australia. Well, it was another chaotic scene in the post office with crowds of people clamouring to get to the counter and I probably wasn’t feeling all too keen to dive in. When I got the customs form I had to take it away and write the details and then I would have to fight my way back to the front to actually have the thing posted.
So I took the parcel away to a bench where I started to fill out all the information. It wasn’t huge but was a little bulky. A guy came up to me and offered to help, and I didn’t have the smarts at this stage to say ‘I’m right thanks’. He helped me get a really professional job done on the parcel, he took me to a counter where the parcel was sewn into a hessian bag, and then was sealed with wax. The customs form had to go to one window to be approved and then to another to post. He managed to get it done very quickly as if my parcel was top priority.
I was very thankful to be honest and in the end the parcel made it to Australia with no issues. He then invited me to his house for a something to eat and I agreed and hopped on a rickshaw. I was taken to a pretty nice house maybe fifteen minutes or so from the station. I sat down outside in a courtyard area and chatted away to my new friend and his pal about – well me mostly. They gave me a bottle of Coke and I drank.
Somehow the conversation turned to gems. They were mining gems. I had unwittingly told them the next destination for me after India would be Europe. They started saying that I could buy some gems from them at a very low price and then sell them when I got to Europe and make a lot of money. Uh-oh… THAT was what the sign at the hotel was going on about! So now I had to extricate myself from the situation as best I could.
They were quite insistent and turned a little aggressive. They were offering me an easy way to make money so what was wrong with me not wanting to take a swag of gems with me to Europe to sell? I just kept saying ‘no’ but was starting to worry they weren’t going to let me go to be honest! Eventually, after more than half an hour of insisting, they let me go without any gems. Although they asked me to pay for the Coke!
Rickshaw speeding along.

They signalled a rickshaw and it took me back to the station area. I had probably made up a story about meeting someone there which is why they let me go. I didn’t want to tell them which hotel I was staying in as they would know where to find me and I suspect would have turned up at some point to at the very least pester me. I got off the rickshaw and paid and my ‘friend’ got off too. I then went the longest way possible back to the Ever Green to make sure I wasn’t followed.

And so I began to learn about the difficulties travellers can face occasionally in India. You can trust SO many people India, really. I dropped my wallet at Delhi station and someone picked it up and ran after me to give it back. But there are those who will prey on travellers if you let them. You can sense it usually – they are too friendly, they make up unlikely stories, they ask you to take gems with you for a price. Odds are anyone out for some sort of scam will speak excellent English and be somewhat slimy and overtly polite in their approach. Use your instincts, you should be fine!



Saturday, March 15, 2014

The Epublishing continues from home - Short Journeys: Japan

Whew! Well folks, I have finally managed to epublish Short Journeys: Japan. It's been a lot of work and it felt like I would never get the thing finished, to be honest, but finished it is and finally ready to buy on Amazon, Payhip and Lulu, all at the same time! Which is a first for the Short Journeys range. I have tried to include pretty much every part of the country that I have visited in the last two years and particularly in 2011 when I came as a backpacker and stayed at hostels, and there is a record number of photographs included in the book as well.
Today I include the section 'Why go to Japan?' - I have this section in all my Short Journeys books. I think it's particularly interesting in this book and worth reading even if you're not interested in the book.


Here are the links:


Short Journeys: Japan (Amazon US store - $1.99)
Short Journeys: Japan (Amazon UK store - 1.09)

Short Journeys: Japan (Payhip - $0.99, PDF format)

Short Journeys: Japan (Lulu - $1.99, Epub Format)


And the place to find all the listings together:


From the book - Why Go to Japan?


Japan is a set of islands in North Asia, once known as ‘The Japans’, although the local name is Nihon (often called Nippon). Japan is a country with an incredible mix of the modern and the ancient, with warm friendly people and it is simply one of the most rewarding countries on Earth to visit. Thanks to so many years of isolation Japanese culture is still to this day, despite a love of Disney and some influences from the West, unique.
Travel around Japan is very easy, even if it isn’t particularly cheap. Good public transport exists in practically every city of note, and the bullet trains – the Shinkansens, move people around at lightning fast speeds. For those with a love for the ancient, Japan has many temples and World Heritage Sites, for those in love with technology, Japan sports the latest in devices, cameras and the like, for those in love with Manga, this is the country that invented it and it is incredibly visible and popular wherever you go, and for those in love with the slightly strange and odd, well welcome to Japan!


As if all that wasn’t enough, Japanese food (although admittedly not this author’s favourite) is far more than sushi, it has its own flavours and character. Simply, and obviously Japan is th best place for that! And if those things haven’t grabbed you, wait until you try the toilets! If you don’t like a cold bottom when you do your business, come to Japan because the toilet seats plug into power to give you warmth and a range of bidee-like options! I still remember going to the loo the first time with its electric-warmed seat and a set of buttons and settings and wondering what on Earth it was all about.

For the backpacker, it’s not impossible to keep your costs down once you have conquered transport, and the hostels are wonderful places in Japan - absolutely spotless, friendly, with a range of options for tours and the like, and a great place to meet likeminded travellers.

Tokyo is a mind blowing place, so big, so tall, with a mix of all that is Japan. It has a couple of massive parks, museums, theme parks, and the Akihabara district where you can find all manner of electronic items, appreciate the geek-culture or visit a Maid Café. Kyoto is often most visitors’ favourite place in Japan – it certainly is mine. Kyoto is a wonderful, friendly city with so much to see and do, and in April the cherry blossoms bloom and there is no better place in Japan to see them.
Hiroshima is another highlight. A city known for one fateful day at the end of the Second World War today is a vibrant, beautiful place with a sobering museum. Not far from Hiroshima you will find Miyajima, a beautiful island with an amazing temple. Then we have Osaka, Takayama, Nara and more. No country in the world offers the traveller what Japan does.
This book also includes a chapter on Iwate, a less visited place in the north of Kyushu, and my home from March 2012 to March 2014. Part of Tohoku, the region most affected by the earthquake and tsunami of March 2011, I encourage all visitors in Japan to head up to Iwate and see some of the natural beauty, temples and festivals that make it special. Tourism is one way to reinvigorate and economy and instil a feeling of hope and enthusiasm for the region. It might not be the part of Japan the visitors wants to visit most, but it does offer a lot!

Saturday, March 08, 2014

A Day in Morioka

Well, yesterday I paid what could well be my last visit to Morioka. I needed to collect my new spouse visa at the Immigration Office - my contract is nearly finished but I will be in Yokohama for 6 weeks from the end of March, and return a heavy bag of text books to my company's office.
It wasn't a smooth day by any means, I left with barely enough time to make my train, and then on the way to the station the bag fell apart, and books lay on the road as light snow fell and I had to pick them up and carry them in my arms to the station. Bought my ticket, ran to the platform to see the train pulling away. 30 seconds too late. Some days are like that. It was over an hour until the next train. I bought a bag to carry the books and read a good deal of 'A Dance with Dragons', which I stalled at reading last year but am determined to finish sooner or later. I am 60% of the way through. Still confident it will get finished before the next book is out though!

In Morioka there was a severe wind-chill factor and at no point, inside or out, did I even consider taking my thick jacket off. To get my visa I first needed to pay a fee, which you do on a different floor and you get a stamp that you hand to the staff at the visa office. It looked like a normal postage stamp and for all I know, it was. The photo I had given them was the same as the one on my residence card for the previous 12 months, and they wanted a new one and directed me to go to a nearby building and get more photos taken. However, I pulled out a different passport sized photo from my money belt and they accepted that. Hassle, averted!

I was lucky enough to bump into some fellow employees at the visa office who gave me a lift to the company office, my bag of books was going to be a pain to carry the 2km or so. After returning the books I wandered around to find the 'rock splitting cherry tree', something of a 'natural national treasure', located outside a government building. Not so impressive until spring hits and the cherry blossoms are in bloom, you can see by the photos it is pretty well-regarded!




Then to the building 'Aiina', where I met my good friend and long-term resident Dean Rueztler, to record a conversation. What? What's all that about I hear you say? Well, some time ago I said I was looking into getting a podcast happening. Finally, I have started. Look to mid-April for the first one to be available for free down on the net, it may or may not be the one I recorded yesterday with the man below, Dean. We waxed lyrical about living in Japan, the best and the worst, the frustrations and so forth. It promises to be a great listen!

And then there was time for dinner and political talk before I made my way back to Ichinoseki. I'm here until nearly the end of March (28th I leave, nightime bus). And I realised, well, my time is coming to a close in Iwate. I had my last day at my other school on Wednesday - stay tuned for more on that tomorrow. Oh and before I go...

Short Journeys: Laos

is now available for only 85 cents on Payhip (same price now for Short Journeys: Ethiopia and Kazakhstan too). Second edition includes a couple of useful websites, a few changes and tinkering and perhaps one or two new photos. Also, you'll find previews available for all three books on Payhip too. Short Journeys: Laos also added to Lulu for $1.99.

More information on the podcast will be coming. Keep your eyes peeled!

Monday, March 03, 2014

My World - Finding me! (Oh) :D

Sorry for the very lame joke as the subject!




Well I stand with two days of teaching left in Japan, but still over two months before I head back home. It means more feverish work on writings and the like. March has JUST seen two Short Journeys: [Ethiopia] and [Kazakhstan] released - Second Editions, via Payhip and Lulu, so now they are available on all platforms that I use.


If you are looking to find me elsewhere on the interweb, I thought I would list my author pages for. Most of the information including this blog can be found at wordpress. Wordpress has links to all books on all platforms as well.

World Journeys at Word Press

I have a facebook page too, please 'like'!

World Journeys on Facebook

And of course on twitter, please follow  - @WorldJourneys75

On Payhip I have an author page, it's here:

World Journeys on Payhip

And Lulu here:

World Journeys on Lulu

So, until next time, all the best!

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Coming Soon: Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan

Hey everyone a quick update, I have just about finished editing my latest Short Journeys: Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan, and so stay tuned because it's due for release on Amazon (Kindle) this weekend. Here's the cover to tide you over :)

Sunday, February 16, 2014

One Night in Central Asia...

When travelling, you experience many things. Highs and Lows, adventure, challenges, places and situations that you planned, hoped to make, and then sometimes, there's that experience where you wonder just exactly how you managed to get there. And you consider maybe it's just a weird sort of dream.
The shack.


I've been working on and am now editing the next 'Short Journeys' - this one is a double feature on Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan, and I came to writing about the absolutely stunningly beautiful Altyn Arashan in North-Western Kyrgyzstan. Sure, maybe you're going to find that a hard one to find on a map, it's really just a little valley amongst some mountains with a few shacks and yurts, a river and hot springs and not much else. Heck, there's no electricity. However, it's a pretty special place. And the afternoon and evening I spent there was memorable.
The legendary Valentine


The man who owns and runs 'Yak Tours' is a Russian gentleman (and yes I think he is) called Valentine. He organised a jeep up to Altyn Arashan and I would hike back to the nearest town Karakol the next day. The jeep ride itself was an adventure as we had to stop to refill the radiator and then a hill was too slippery for the jeep so I and a the other two passengers had to push it up the hill.
Helping out with some wood chopping.


I stayed in the 'Yak Tours' shack. A two story ramshackle house that had seen better days and was the largest structure up in the valley. A car battery provided very minimal lighting and the toilet was... outside. Wherever you could find a spot. The shower was... the river. But heck, it was grand!

Then some friends of Valentine's arrived. A whole group in a sort of army truck thing and they took over the place. I joined in as best I could with my two words of Russian and none of Kyrgyz. The food was shashliks. Lots of them. Very popular in the region along with plov, a rice dish. And vodka. Lots and lots of vodka. And toasts as well, the toasting didn't stop. Even I made a toast, none of which I can remember. There were a few kids there, one 11 year old boy was the only one bar Valentine who spoke English.








Later in the evening one guy brought out proper army-grade night vision goggles! That was something too. Eventually the night came to a close. It was a remarkable 12 hours or so. I'm still not sure how I got there, I do remember the hike back to Karakol the next day wasn't so easy though, it was around 20km but I accepted a lift with 2-3km to go...





Have you ever had a similar experience? This is the sort of thing that happens in ex-USSR countries sometimes. Great hospitality - I was the only foreigner at the shack. They took me happily under their wings. The ebook is coming soon before the end of February. Stay tuned!
The morning after inside the shack.

Saturday, February 08, 2014

Expanding Horizons...

Hello all.
Well, last night I stayed up awfully late working on the latest book that I published. The SECOND Edition of my Dhaka to Dakar: Book 1 - Through Asia.

I've been working on it for a while now, and investigating other platforms to publish with other than Kindle/Amazon.
I have decided to try Payhip. It's a platform that will require myself to push the book, to put it out there (one reason I started twitter), and one that gives me a greater percentage of each sale. Not only that, I get paid directly to paypal. Getting paid with Amazon, sadly, has been an excruciatingly difficult and painful process. It has involved back and forths via email, and it's hard to know exactly what you earnings are. Anyway, an upcoming blog on the pros and cons of epublishing with Amazon is coming.
Today, the second edition is out and available for purchase of

'Dhaka to Dakar: Book One - Through Asia'.  (click HERE)

There are dozens more photos, it's been substantially neatened up, I've added a route map and there's a new introduction and after thought. The BEST thing is now it is available as a PDF. So you no longer need a Kindle or Kindle-enabled device to read the book. It's also $1.69, which for a 180+ page book is a damned good deal. What follows is dome information on the book including the introduction, cover and route. :)

Here's the new cover:
And if you're wondering, this is the route that the journey took:


Introduction from the book:

In 2011, I released the first edition of this book on Kindle. Two and a half years have passed, and it was time to re-release the three volumes of my Dhaka to Dakar adventure that spanned three trips, four years and more than twenty countries. More photos, a little more information as well.
In early 2004 I set out to go from Dhaka to Dakar, mostly by land. Spoilers – I didn’t make it. Not in 2004. In 2006 I set out to complete the journey, only to be struck down by malaria and return home with the last two countries on the list unvisited. 2007, I made it finally to Dakar.
Life is about setting goals and realising them. At least according to some people! Getting to Dakar was a goal I set myself. It took much longer than I hoped, but in the end I got there. On the way I saw some special places and met some special people. The sum total of someone’s life may well come down to their experiences, if you aren’t one of the few who leaves a mark on history.
Marco Polo adventure up and down the silk road, my route was far more southerly to Europe, my impact and legacy incredibly insignificant in comparison. However, I wanted some sort of record of my adventures, the highs and the lows, and so that record sits in Ebook form.

If you want to know about my experiences, my story, what impacted me, or if you’re considering a sort of adventure that I did, then maybe this book is for you. 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Short Journeys: Laos

Hi everyone. My latest kindle addition is up and ready, so if you'd like to read about my time in Laos, my opinions, and a little information too. Here is the front cover:

And a link to the amazon page where you can buy the book:


And some snippets from the book and photos.

Introduction: Why go to Laos?

Laos is found in the depths of South-East Asia. It borders China to the north, Thailand to the south, Vietnam to the east and Cambodia to the south-east. It’s right in the thick of it, you might say. It’s not everyone’s first, second or even third thought when they think of South-East Asia, but, perhaps that’s what makes it special - because it is special, very much so.
The peaceful Luang Prabang, perched on the Mekong and the gateway to less-explored north of the country, is one of the most relaxed and calm places to visit in all of South-East Asia. The unassuming capital, Vientiane, is a delightful spot right on the border with Thailand, and out in the east is Phonsovan. Phonsovan is famous for the Plain of Jars, a collection of huge stone jars dotted about the plains near Phonsovan. It’s also in an area that was heavily bombed in the 60s and 70s, and some 30 percent of them didn’t explode on impact. Laos is one of the most bombed/mined countries in the world. The way the community has dealt with the problem of unexploded ordinances is eye-opening and perhaps inspiring.

The Mekong River

Well, it’s a mighty river flowing through different countries winding its way across land to eventually meet the sea in the Mekong Delta, Vietnam. In Luang Prabang you are more than a thousand kilometres up stream, but it’s still beautiful. Walking along the banks is a nice experience in the late-afternoon when it’s cooled down ever so slightly. You’ll find the occasional long bamboo bridge which the locals use to get from smaller villages to the town.


Luang Prabang is actually situated on two rivers, the Mekong and the Nam Khan. A confluence of rivers is often a popular place for a town. Walking along either and both in the late afternoon or early morning is a very pleasurable experience. Stop at one of the open restaurants overlooking the river and have a cold drink and take in the serenity. There’s a lot of serenity there!

Kuang Si Waterfall (entrance 20,000 kip, 2011)
For me this was the real highlight of Luang Prabang, a waterfall not that far from town which admittedly a lot of tourists head to. It’s a superb place for a swim and to cool off, and its setting is somewhat idyllic and beautiful.
On said path is a sanctuary for bears which is worth a little look. The company running the bear sanctuary is called ‘Save the Bears’ and the bears there are ‘Asian Black Bears’. They are kept in enclosures of a decent size I guess. I don’t really know what an appropriate size is for a bear to live in, but at least they are safe there and it’s nice to check out.
After you’ve said hello to the bears, keep on going to the waterfall. It’s not that far and it’s a truly beautiful spot. Green and lush, the vegetation parts for the river, and over the top of some rocks the Kuang Si Waterfall heads down to a deep pool of still water, the perfect place to go when the heat is getting  to you. It was regularly in the mid to high thirties when I was there, so it was truly a welcome sight. A small tropical paradise hidden away in the jungle.

Phonsovan - Plain of Jars

Phonsovan was the place I most wanted to visit in Laos, because of the ‘Plain of Jars’ – hundreds of ancient large stone jars spread over three separate areas which has been a mystery for many years. Although really it’s not that much of a mystery, I think, personally, it’s pretty obvious what the jars are, or at least were, they were, for want of a better word, coffins. In fact, this is one of the theories and to me the most logical one.
They are well over a thousand years old, and therefore today they are a tourist attraction, for foreigners and locals alike. Although often they are not high on the tourist’s list of things to see in Laos, I think they should be! The issue that a lot of travellers have is the distance, it’s not in the middle of the Vientiane to Luang Prabang road, and many don’t want to go.
Phonsovan itself is a dusty old town; it has almost a frontier feel, dusty, a little forgotten. At the peak of the day there is plenty of traffic on the wide, main street, but that’s about all there is. There are a few hotels, a couple of places to eat and the MAG centre.
Craters restaurant, main street, Phonsovan.
We had a great guide, informative, helpful, fun. That’s all you really need right? Good English too. We headed out to the third site (Plain of Jars Site III on the ticket) first. We had to walk across fields to get there, and as we did we passed little markers on the ground with white and red paint. They were markers that signified that bombs had been located and removed in the area. Usually they marked out a space and between the markers it was safe to walk. You do have to follow your guide and watch for the markers. Anything that looks like a solid trail will be safe, but don’t go wandering off on your own for hundreds of metres, because there’s plenty of land that hasn’t yet been searched and declared safe as yet. Not that I’m trying to scare people, it’s 100% safe if you just use common sense!
View of the capital, Vientiane

Inside the Gold Stupa, Vientiane.

Laos is a wonderful place... take a look at the book - or why not visit yourself?

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Introducing 'Short Journeys'

This weekend sees the launch of the 'Short Journeys' - a series of ebooks I am writing about different places I have been in the last few years. The very first one is out in the next 24 hours, and it is about the amazing Ethiopia. Here is the front cover design for you and some information about 'Short Journeys'.


'Short Journeys'


‘Short Journeys’ is a series of stories about my travels to different countries. Whilst they are not intended as a guide book, I have endeavoured to include information about where I stayed, what I ate, what I saw and how to go about it if you were to visit the countries in question. My previous writings – the ‘Dhaka to Dakar’ books, were simply travel experiences. This time I wanted to go a little further for the reader.
I wanted to include any stories and experiences I thought were interesting, important or amusing whilst I was travelling. I want to encourage you the reader to read, think about, and then perhaps go there yourself. You will find information on the places I stayed and visited, and how I got there and around. Occasionally I may write about a place I didn’t stay at if say I stayed with a friend to give readers an option. However, please don’t use these writings as a guide book!

The countries covered will in the main part not be the most touristed of places. Hence they may be less literature out there for these places than say Western Europe, but they are places I found very interesting, beautiful, perhaps challenging at times, but essentially worthwhile. Don’t be afraid to challenge yourself and head somewhere you may have never considered before. You won’t be sorry!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Beautiful Iwate gets hot!

August appears to have thrown its worst at us here in Iwate in terms of weather. Last week there were a couple of rather sticky nights where sleep was difficult to impossible. Although it’s still hot in the days all of a sudden the nights have cooled down which is obviously a mercy. Last week was a very busy week, first back at school.
Beautiful Iwate.

Then on the weekend we visited an onsen on Saturday and then on Sunday went to a concert by my school’s incredibly talented brass band!
I have never been to an onsen before. I was tempted to go to a public bath back in 2004 when I visited Hungary, and there have been many places where hot springs/baths/onsens have been very popular. In the ex-Soviet states hot baths or banyas are widespread and enjoyed by many. When I visited the remote settlement in Kyrgyzstan they had access to hot springs there, and there was bath in a shed fed by the hot springs, but I have to be honest, it never really interested me enough, especially in the cold!
But they say you should try everything once, right? What? Wrong? Nevertheless we hopped in the car and drove out somewhere between 20 to 30 kilometres from Ichinoseki. It’s name? Kurotaki Onsen.  The drive was windy, but beautiful. The greens out in the rice fields are very striking at this time of the year and I was taken by just how beautiful this area which has been my home now for 1.5 years. You only have to get 5 kilometres out of the city and it becomes apparent, especially if you head down the right road.
The onsen well, it’s a big bath. You enter the change rooms connected to the bath. The bath was quite big and around 43-44 degrees celcius or so it claimed. There was a piping hot sauna – only big enough for two, a cold bath and showers and stools around the rest of the walls. A section of the bath was devoted to a ‘pulse bath’, some sort of electric current you can sit in the middle of. And I tried it – it felt very strange!




I couldn’t stay in the bath for more than a few minutes, it was just too hot! I braved the sauna a couple of times – 30 seconds a pop. I’m not sure how hot it was in there, the thermometer said 90 degrees but that couldn’t be right, could it? I would think 60-70 degrees. Probably shouldn’t go in the sauna alone though, with no-one directly outside. I felt close to passing out and I might have woken up cooked!
After that was pretty much done. I used the shower as five or six men entered from nowhere. I had had the facilities to myself for the first thirty minutes. 
Ice Cream stop!
There was a relaxation room too and I took a little nap. We drove back as the sun set around the hills and rice fields which were truly amazing. There’s even a few flowers here and there. We stopped for some nice ice cream too, it has to be done!

Sunday saw us watch the brass band concert in Fujisawa. For a small town they have an excellent culture centre with quite a decent concert hall. Who’d a thunk it? The band really is excellent, they went to the school brass band finals in Morioka not that long ago. The weekend finished with me being one tired boy! But I’d had a good weekend. Pity I didn’t get to the beer festival going on in Ichinoseki!

Thursday, June 06, 2013

Sending a message to Sendai

Hijinx amongst the day trip to Sendai. Yes, that's me!
I was lucky enough to have my sister visiting Japan. Just for a short week, basically staying only in Tokyo, but we managed to work out a meeting - in Sendai. This was great, because I had never been to Sendai before last weekend when I drove down to meet her.

Traffic was ok on the expressway - that's why you pay for it! But near the centre of Sendai it's another matter. Sendai is a big city and the capital of Miyagi prefecture. I had sensibly decided to meet my sister on the east exit of the station, which may actually be on the west side of the station, but is labelled east, and was the one I had known when I had transferred to the bus from the train earlier this year.
At least I knew where to find her, and after the struggle to get from one side of the station to the other by car, I picked her up and we drove back to the other side! HA!
Sendai

Knowing what to do was a bit of a puzzle. So I had my old guidebook out and we headed to the City Museum, where there was free parking! There was also a school tennis tournament going on, and I tried to park in the car park for that initially but wasn't allowed. I am still amazed at the size of the events that sports day are here. Inter-school baseball gets on the TV!
Outside the museum.
The museum itself was actually a bit bleh. I might be permanently off museums I think. Lots of pots and rocks, my FAVOURITE (not). But some interesting paintings and art work about the Date family, who built a castle up on the rock above Sendai, lots of plans of Sendai hundreds of years ago too. Seems Matsumane Date was the main man in history, even if most explanations were in Japanese I could work that out. My sister later read in the book (something I should have done I guess :)) that most of Sendai was destroyed in the Second World War. It was also hit by the tsunami, but that part of the greater city was a little way away from the centre.

We went up the hill to the see the castle, just a fifteen minute uphill walk from the museum. The weather was splendid so it was a pretty good choice. Even from there we couldn't see the ocean, or much of a castle either. Now there are a few shops and restaurants, and soft serve place which hit the spot! The views were good however, if a little blocked by the occasional misty cloud.
The base of the castle, the only thing still 'castlely'

Following that, we parked at a carpark close to the station. We had to wait for cars to leave before the gate in this automated place let us in, parking is a serious issue in any big city in Japan. I guess it stems from being so populated over the years, but on street parking just doesn't exist here, at least not in the cities. There really isn't any here in Ichinoseki.
The falls.
Temple at the falls.

We grabbed some lunch and headed for some waterfalls about 20 km from Sendai, although I took the 'long way' and we drove about 35km to get there! Much faster on the way back. The roads were typically windy but the scenery beautiful. The 55-metre Akiu Otaki (falls) were lovely as it started to cool down. It looked like a perfect place to go hiking too, but time and my wife's shoes did not allow! Back to Sendai, my sister had a train to catch! A great day for a tired old teacher! :)