Curious Japan – Part Two

As per usual when I start these type of posts, I soon realised that I needed to break it up into more than one post. I think I will leave this topic at two however. So here we are. Part 2 of Curious Japan. There are more but I don’t want to make a part 3 etc… Where would it end? I may well capture some of them as I go with other posts about our trip (probably – let’s see).

In case you missed it the link to Part One is here

Swastika Symbols

Now this really is curious. Try this on your PC/Laptop or mobile phone:

Go to google maps and type in a Japanese city. Say, Hiroshima (my example below). Then search for (nearby) “temple”. What does it show? (zoom in if needed):

Part of a Google Maps “Temple” search in the city of Hiroshima

This is just the central area in a relatively small city in Japan. You can do the same for anywhere and those swastika symbols will appear.

To many this probably looks like something out of a Stephen Spielberg movie right? (If you know, you know.) But it should not come as a surprise to anyone who knows anything about the origins of the swastika symbol. It is not, and never was, the property of the Nazi party in 1930s Germany.

The swastika ( or ) is in fact an ancient religious and cultural symbol, predominantly found in various Eurasian cultures, as well as some North American ones. Unfortunately, in the West it is more widely recognized as a symbol of the German Nazi Party who appropriated it from Asian cultures in the early 20th century. Sadly the general perception of the swastika is amplified by Hollywood films regularly using it to depict nazis/2nd-world-war Germany and so on… Meanwhile in the real world the swastika has always been a symbol of divinity and spirituality in Indian religions, including  Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism.

In Japan the symbol means  good luck and prosperity in its religious and spiritual sense. Occasionally you see it at a temple site.

A common enough symbol in Japan

It also appears on the Legend of printed maps in Japan – see below.

Symbol used on map legend for “Temple”. Seen here near top of right hand column.

This is also a common symbol in  India. I saw it a lot when I visited India back in the 1990s. The symbol is also historically found across Europe and was even used by North American native tribes on traditional head-dress. Native Indian school sports teams even displayed the symbol on their uniforms. I would urge everyone to go and research the history of the swastika before jumping to any conclusions. 

Chopsticks

I know this is not exactly a secret but like most other countries in this part of the world Japanese people eat with chopsticks. I do not get it. I never have got it. It is clearly so much better to use a fork. Occasionally you see locals using forks for some food. So it is not just foreigners who are struggling with chopsticks (at least for certain foods).  For a country so efficient in so many ways they still use incredibly inefficient eating tools. It just makes no sense.

And I won’t even get into the story of an English lad I knew (from my first time working in Spain) who claimed that the food tasted better when eaten with chopsticks. Yes. Someone actually said that; and he meant it. The mind boggles eh?

No Litter Bins – Yet No Litter

For a country with such large and crowded cities it is incredibly clean. Insanely so.

When you walk through a town or city there are never any litter bins. It is really hard to find them. So you can end up carrying your litter for some time before you can dispose of it. But as crazy as that sounds, it is a good thing.

While people are respecting their own (very) local environment so much it makes it easy for the councils to do their jobs. Less people are needed to constantly sweep and clean the streets – a common sight in Spain with local council workers hosing down the streets. It means councils can spend the money elsewhere on more important things. (Just guessing.)

When you get on a train it is super clean. When all passengers get off the train it is still clean. Like it doesn’t need cleaning. In Europe public transport can often get very trashed out. It is embarrassing (compared to Japan) how badly we behave when it comes to litter.

Incidentally the cleanliness of the streets and public transport extends to walls and “blank canvas” spaces. There is just no graffiti. At least I never saw any.

No Tattoos?

Natural hot springs (温泉, onsen) are numerous and highly popular across Japan. But if you want to spend time relaxing in an onsen you had better not have any tattoos. 

People with Tattoos are not welcome. Love the “No Gangs” symbol

The tattoo thing is clearly linked to gang culture in Japan. Members of the serious criminal gangs sport a lot of tattoos. So I understand the tattoo ban in these places. Such policy would never work now in places like Europe however, as tattoos have become more or less a ‘must-have’ fashion accessory. 

Toilets

The toilets are generally the same as the ones I discovered in my culture shock introduction to Korea a few years back. I covered it in a post about Korea – click here for that one.

Great fun but over-complicated I would say.

Breakfast

You can get almost anything in a Japanese buffet breakfast. Not only (perhaps Western style) breakfasts of fruits, cereals and pastries. Including what most Westerners have come to expect as a cooked breakfast – aka the English/British breakfast fry-up.

Beef curry, various soups, fish, vegetables and of course rice. Pretty much everything you might expect to eat later in the day is on offer at breakfast time in the hotels we stayed in.

No Noise

For a country with so many densely populated cities it has to be the quietest place on earth. Very strange indeed. Eerily so in some ways. Even the boxing match I went to in Tokyo was relatively subdued. There was some cheering but mostly polite applause.

Japan is the antithesis of Spain when it comes to being a noisy/loud nation. The Spanish are reckoned by many to be the loudest country. Even by the Spanish themselves, who seem to take great delight in the title of being the noisiest bunch on planet Earth. If the Spanish are loud – and they are – then the Japanese are almost certainly the quietest.

But they do like to have a drink and let their hair down. They will have fun in much the same way as most other nations. When the drink flows in bars or restaurants they can be heard. 

A Day Out in the Southern Highlands

Robertson and Another one of The ‘Bigs’ of Australia

We had seen this one on a rainy winter’s day almost 2 year ago when Dani’s abuelos were here. (That was about 18 months ago!) This is The Big Potato. Aka the big turd!!!  – and it is obvious to see why.

The Big Potato. (A.k.a. The Big Turd)

The Big Potato is located in the small town of Robertson which is located in the Southern Highlands of New South Wales. Robertson has a population of just over 1,200. It’s known for the fertile soil and high annual rainfall that makes growing spuds in this area ideal.

The giant spud was built in 1977 and measures around 10 metres long and 4 metres wide. Apparently it was designed with a hollow interior and you can actually enter the attraction. We never noticed or even wondered about that. Why would we hahaa?

Close to the Big Spud is the famous Robertson Pie shop. Time for a pit stop. Coffee and a fantastic apple pie – complete with inbuilt cream. We also bought a few meat pies to eat when we got home. They were also great by the way.

Pie eyed!
The Famous Robertson Pie Shop. The neon sign inside says it all. Brilliant!

It turns out that this Aussie institution is up for sale. It could be bought and closed down any time soon. An authentic piece of Australiana could soon be gone.

Carrington Falls…

Then on to one of the the best waterfalls in the area. We were lucky really. In the third month of summer this could have been a mere trickle. We have seen that at some waterfalls. But it has not been the driest of summers and there was enough water to give this place that dramatic effect you would expect from a 90m drop in river level.

The valley that the Kangaroo River descends into is like something out of Jurassic Park
Carrington Falls.

Cascade Falls

Finally a stop off at another place we failed to see when there was too much rain. The Cascade Falls are further down the mountains and about 35 km from the coast at Shellharbour, but it could be a whole world away. The falls sit within the Macquarie Pass National Park one of Australia’s most southerly subtropical rainforests.

The waterfalls consist of a couple of cascades but with not too much rain only one was really visible. And that was reduced to a horsetail style fall. The other was a trickle.

Cascade Falls and bizarre vine formations

The falls are just an excuse to walk through the forest. And the 2km walk through the very dense rainforest is the best part. We have seen our fair share of rainforests in Australia and this one was as good as any.

The dense rainforest of the Macquarie Pass National Park rainforest

And here is a quick video of the Carrington Falls… You may have to click on the video to see it properly. Apologies.

Dani is at that age now. Almost a teenager but still acting like one. He moaned most of the way home. I wonder when he will appreciate all of these places he has managed to see? Not soon enough for me…

This Blog is now Eight Years Old

Yesterday marked the 8th birthday of this blog. Bloody typical. Missed it! But only by a day. So I just thought I would mark it with a quick post. 

Not much else to say really except I hope you enjoy reading the posts and don’t be afraid to share them with friends or anyone you know who may be interested. And definitely don’t be afraid to leave a comment and hit the “Like” button (or whatever it is). You can also subscribe for emails of new blog posts.

That said I may not continue with this for much longer. I am still undecided but will make a decision in the next few months (while still writing about our trip to Japan and other things). Until then dear reader; please keep on reading… There are plenty there in the vault (so to speak). 

The previous 8 years have been fun in many ways. I have never captured all of the things I wanted to write about. How could I? There are always too many. But I have tried to post regular articles and always be as informative as possible.

I only allowed myself to get particularly political (if that is the correct term) during the great covid scam. And I still maintain that it was indeed always a huge “scam”. History will prove me right on this one – if it already hasn’t. Wow! That covid crap actually started 4 years ago. Now that really is an example of time flying…

Enjoy.

 

Mount Victoria – A Gem in the Blue Mountains

Mount Victoria

After our Zig-Zag Railways train journey we checked into our hotel (Guesthouse) in Mount Victoria, a great little village on the western side of the mountain range. Then on to another (local) hotel for a beer. And what a great bar they had! Made from very old, thick, wooden doors complete with old iron fittings (see below).

Victoria & Albert Guesthouse, where we stayed
Classic old doors turned into a bar at the Hotel Etico

Mount Victoria is a small township with a relatively large number of historic buildings and attractions including the old Post Office, a Hall which is used as a (retro) cinema (see below), the Imperial Hotel (currently fenced off and undergoing renovation), and a museum at the railway station. The heritage listed station itself, is a must visit attraction.

Mount Victoria Station

Opened in 1868 and restored to its former glory, this station is a fantastic example of the Victorian era railways in Australia. They really have done a great job on this one. Check out the photos below. 

Now (inset) and then. Almost 150 years difference

A different angle on the photos above but the place looks exactly like it would have done apart from the odd stainless steel or plastic bin (now) and the digital clocks at the end of the platforms.

The brickwork is like new!

Dani waiting for a train. Dining and Refreshments Rooms were common features at key stations back in the day
Wooden, rotating, destinations/timetable board. Classic!
Through the waiting room window. Bar! No longer in operation sadly.

Mount Vic Flicks

Another great little place worth a visit is the Mount Vic Flicks. The old cinema in Mount Victoria. 

Mount Vic Flicks. Fantastic independent, tiny cinema

There wasn’t the best choice of movies when we were there but I had to see it inside so we booked something anyway. We saw Priscilla (about Priscilla Presley and her relationship with Elvis). A well trodden story for sure but what the heck. Not great and certainly not to Dani’s taste. When the final credits rolled he punched the air in pleasure hahaa…

Mount Vic Flicks at night, opposite corners (back of cinema) and Snack Bar (centre cinema)
Smallest cinema I have been in (I think)

I have no idea how these places still keep going but I am glad they do. This place is like going back in time for fans of film and cinema in general. You can even get a cup of tea at the snack bar served in a real cup  – not one of those paper cups you see everyone walking around with. I kid you not! Fantastic. 

Mount Victoria is a great place to visit; and stay. I can thoroughly recommend it. Like all of the small towns and villages in the Blue Mountains it is a perfect launch pad for plenty of walking tracks and spectacular views. 

Old Vic Post Office. Another place of historical interest in Mount Victoria

Hanging Rock

One of the best walks and most spectacular sights in the area is Hanging Rock. (Not to be confused with that picnic sight; the subject of a famous Aussie film in the 1970s. I believe that place is somewhere in the state of Victoria.)

A few kilometres east of Mount Victoria, just before the town of Blackheath, the trail begins and rolls up and down for over 5 kms. At the end of the trail is a steep cliff face which contains the “hanging rock” in question.

Sadly the weather was not ideal when we did this walk. The mist rising from the valley floor below largely clouded the view although it was still just visible, and perhaps somehow a little more spooky…  

The sheer cliffs at Hanging Rock.
A brave (or mad?) hiker sits in the mist, right on the edge of Hanging Rock
Dani sits nervously near the edge

Even without being able to see the valley floor below this is an experience not for the feint hearted. Certainly not the best place for anyone afraid of heights. There are no barriers or fences to protect you!

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