The View from the Towers ๅก”ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ็œบใ‚ A web log by Nigel Ruddock of life in Germany as an expat, with excursions to Japan and the UK.

Japan Flashback: ๐Ÿฆช Matsushima ๆพๅณถ

(note: This is a blog which was originally published on the Israeli site WIX. After following the boycott of this firm and moving my blog to WordPress I nearly lost this report, but have managed to put it together from archive material.)


18th April 2025ๅนด4ๆœˆ18ๆ—ฅ

๐ŸŸ  Be prepared for the unexpected. This is one of my mottos when in Japan. Is it the unexpected convenience of power sockets at a cafรฉ table…..?

ไบˆๆœŸใ›ใฌไบ‹ๆ…‹ใซๅ‚™ใˆใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ็งใŒๆ—ฅๆœฌใซใ„ใ‚‹ใจใใฎใƒขใƒƒใƒˆใƒผใฎไธ€ใคใงใ™ใ€‚

ๆ—ฅๆœฌใงใฎๅคšใใฎ้ฉšใใฎไธ€ใค

๐ŸŸ  Or the civic pride in a manhole?

ไป™ๅฐใฎใƒžใƒณใƒ›ใƒผใƒซ

๐ŸŸ  Or the discovery of a cassette player in the local department store?

ใ‚ซใ‚ปใƒƒใƒˆใƒ†ใƒผใƒ—ใฏๅพฉๆดปใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹

๐ŸŸ  Or a box to carry sake up a mountain to offer to the gods?

ๅคงๅฑฑใซ้…’ใ‚’้‹ใถ็ฎฑ

๐ŸŸ  Or the discovery of a museum 5 minutes walk from your hotel?…..devoted solely to butterflies and Kokeshi?

Mr. Bunzo Kamei was the third president of the Kamei Organisation. But he had a passion: butterflies. He travelled all over the world in search of specimens. And they are all here in Sendai, all 14.000 of them…….

I am not going to try and name them…….

ไบ€ไบ•ๆ–‡ไธ‰่ถใ€…็พŽ่ก“้คจ ไป™ๅฐ

Kokeshi? They are wooden dolls turned on a lathe. Originating from this region: Tohoku

ใ“ใ‘ใ—ไบบๅฝข

๐ŸŸ  Or how about these guys? They are about 2,500 years old and were found in graves from the Jomon period

็ธ„ๆ–‡ๆ™‚ไปฃใฎๅฝซๅƒ

๐ŸŸ  Almost every day I am surprised by things here. I am walking through a residential area and suddenly come across a cement works. What next.

ใ“ใ“ใงใฏใปใผๆฏŽๆ—ฅใ€้ฉšใใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใซ้ญ้‡ใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ไฝๅฎ…่ก—ใ‚’ๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€็ช็„ถใ‚ปใƒกใƒณใƒˆๅทฅๅ ดใซ้ญ้‡ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€‚ๆฌกใฏไธ€ไฝ“ไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚

ๅคฉ็Ž‹็”บใฎใ‚ปใƒกใƒณใƒˆๅทฅๅ ด

๐ŸŸ  Or I am walking in the forest and see this sign – it is so old. Is it a warning of some sort? I start decifering the Kanji: Security Forest?…..Protected Forest maybe? What about Forest Reserve. That sounds more plausible.

ไป™ๅฐใฎๆฃฎใง

๐ŸŸ  And then there is the  sheer accuracy of the train carriage plans on the station platform……am I standing in the right place? (yes)….

็งใฏๆญฃใ—ใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ‹?

๐ŸŸ  The pride in the railways……Indeed, I think this pride is part of the story behind Japan’s extraordinarily efficient transport system. They seem to love trains. At some point in the 19thc. somebody must have said > “This is it. If we are going to modernize this country it’s got to be trains”. And trains it was. Not cars. Ever been on a Japanese motorway? It’s boring. Trains are much more fun. And you almost set your watch by them.

ๆ˜Ÿๅทใฎๆญดๅฒ

Hoshikawa history…..

๐ŸŸ  But for some inexplicable reason, there is no pride in getting English right. My hotel in Sendai has friendly staff, is efficient, modern, clean…in short everything you need…..except this… surely it is not that difficult to get a good English translation these days…or maybe this is Irish…..๐Ÿ˜…

ใ“ใฎ็ฟป่จณใฏ่‰ฏใใชใ„ ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž!

You sometimes see strange English aswell….

๐ŸŸ  I’m now sitting an a rather squeaky clean train heading north out of Sendai. It’s the Sensecki local service to Ishinomaki.

ไป™็Ÿณ็ทš ๅฎฎๅŸŽ็œŒ

๐ŸŸ  I’m alighting at one of Japan’s beauty spots – Mitsushima Kaigan. I want to see the sea. The beautiful but destructive sea. The sea which removed sections of this line in 2011. And here it is, looking deep and calm. A few cruise boats are lined up. Not for me. I find the loud commentaries on these sight-seeing ships maddening.

ๆพๅณถๆตทๅฒธ

๐ŸŸ  This tranquil bay, dotted with little islands, was spared the worst of the 2011 Tohoku earthquake and Tsunami, being protected by Miyato Island/peninsular to the east (the red dot on the map is where I am)…..

๐ŸŸ  One of the first things I saw after leaving the station was one of those helpful signboards with all the sight-seeing spots marked. At least two islands connected to the land by bridges, with woodland walks and temples. But my map showed another small island which was not mentioned in the tourist blurb. Ojima. Some instinct in me (which rebels against being told what to see) led me to walk in this direction. I passed through a boat yard, and followed a trail cut out of the rock…….

ๅฐพๅณถ

……..and was astonished to come across these caves along the way….also cut out of the rock

cave for meditation ใฏใ‚“ใ›ใ„  ๅ็œ

๐ŸŸ  Crossing the small red bridge- the Togetsukyล Bridge  (a replacement for the one destroyed 14 years ago) I soon found myself on what can only be described as a sacred island……There is even a strange word attached to it – Utamakura (ๆญŒๆž•, “poem pillow”) – a rhetorical concept in Japanese poetry.

Ojima

๐ŸŸ  I had not done my homework (sometimes a good thing) and didn’t really know what I was looking at. The island had apparently been a retreat for monks, and is littered with manifestations of Buddha, the caves being for meditation. There are also Shinto shrines, and inscriptions from the famous poet Bashou.

Many statues have been eroded by the elements, but still receive offerings…….(I have often wondered what the point of those 1 yen coins are, now I know)

I followed the path around the island…

็งใฏๅณถใฎๅ‘จใ‚Šใฎ้“ใ‚’ใŸใฉใฃใŸ

…with the sea lapping under the cliffs….

Now why was this island not on the tourist maps? I wonder……..I will let you come to your own conclusions.

ใงใฏใ€ใชใœใ“ใฎๅณถใฏ่ฆณๅ…‰ๅœฐๅ›ณใซ่ผ‰ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹๏ผŸ ไธๆ€่ญฐใงใ™ใญโ€ฆโ€ฆใ€‚็ต่ซ–ใฏใ”่‡ช่บซใง่€ƒใˆใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€‚

๐ŸŸ  Sightseeing is hungry work. The wind was cold, and all I needed was a warm soup. All the restaurants on the sea front were offering either oysters or beef tongue  (ใŽใ‚…ใ† a local speciality). I felt like neither. Then I noticed it, having walked passed it once and dismissed it as off the scale regarding grubbiness and a general shabby air. There was just a glass door with words pasted onto it   ใƒฉใƒผใƒกใƒณ (Ramen)  ใ‚ซใƒฌใƒผ (Curry). I stepped inside. A little old man stood up from his television and gave me a broad smile of greeting….”Yes, of course I have Ramen…just take a seat….”

็‰ก่ ฃใฏใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„ใ€‚็‰›ใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚‚ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„ใ€‚ใƒฉใƒผใƒกใƒณใฏOK๏ผ

Food of the gods. Stuff the oysters and beef tongue.

๐ŸŸ  Of course Matsushima is not all Buddhas and shrines. The beaches reveal molluscs…..barnacles…..

ใพใ‚“ใใ‚ƒใใ‚‹ใ„     ็ฆๆตฆๅณถ

And oysters have been harvested here for centuries……

ใ‹ใ

A bamboo shoot pushes out of the sand like a rocket…….

ใŸใ‘    ็ซน

…and behind it is that glittering Pacific Ocean…..

ใใ‚‰ใ‚ใๅคชๅนณๆด‹

always moving things around…….

leaving its flotsam on the beach…….

ใฒใ‚‡ใ†ใ‚Šใ‚…ใ†ใถใค

Oh! low and behold, a rarely-seen object, probably left by some uncouth western tourist many years ago…..

ๅค–ๅ›ฝไบบ่ฆณๅ…‰ๅฎขใŒๆฎ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™!

However, the beach is so searingly beautiful…..and so casually adorned with flowers….

็พŽ

๐ŸŸ  Do I really have to go back to Sendai tonight?

ไปŠๅคœไป™ๅฐใซๆˆปใ‚‰ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ‹๏ผŸ

The bridge beckons.  I must go ๐Ÿ˜”

็ฆๆตฆๆฉ‹

๐ŸŸ  As always, thank you for reading, and if you know anyone who might be interested in this blog then do send it on.

่ชญใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใฆใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†

See you……. matane!

Nigel ๐Ÿ–‹๏ธ

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