The great Trans-Sib experience

SIBERIA-RUSSIA, JUNE 2002 - Four days non-stop on a train, from the far east in Siberia , near the Mongolian border, to the the high north of St-Petersburg. It is truly the experience of a lifetime.  A fellow traveller on the train told me “you cannot photograph or film it, you cannot write about it, … and at home, the stories you tell about it , people just don’t believe you… you have to experience it yourself !”.  And I can only agree with that.

The following are some snapshots and some notes… to give you a glimpse of the real thing.

Angarsk
Angarsk, one of the many stations.  I had the intent to photograph them all, but there were just too many… and I have read back home that you are not supposed to photograph stations or bridges…
Krasnoyarsk
One of the biggest stations in Siberia, Krasnoyarsk.  This is a city of almost 1 million inhabitants.  The train stops 20 minutes and you can stroll to the other platforms via a foot bridge.
Novosibirsk
The capital of Siberia, Novosibirsk, is where you can find this monumental station.  Also know for Akademgorodok, the scientists’ city.
Tsjumen
Tsjumen, this used to be one of the big gateway places for convicts in Tsarist times.  During WW II , Lenin’s corps was moved to this place.  Now it is big for its oil pipelines.
Smoking stacks
Industry, many factories have been relocated to these places during WW II.  Many of them were not on any map until recently.  Now many are being dismantled.
Ob river
The huge Ob river bridge.  Other important rivers and their bridges are the Yenisei and the Volga.
Christmas tree, anyone ?
Landscapes vary from dense pine forest
… to more open landscapes with birch trees and meadows with wild flowers.
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Three nights on a Siberian train

IRKUTSK – MOSCOW , JUNE 2002 - ’So where did you say you go on Holiday ? Siberia…? ‘, a remark often heard when I was talking about my travel plans…. ‘And for how long are going to sit on the train ?  For 4 days and 3 nights on a train… ? Isn’t that boring… ?’  Having done the trip now: no it’s not boring at all, it’s an adventure. Traveling with the TransSib is like two travels for the price of one.  You can look outside and see the landscapes, towns, rivers,… and observe what is going in the world outside. 

But there is also another view inside the train; the very fact of being for four days non-stop on a train, with the same people, … it ‘s already a travel by itself.  I’ll try to describe some of the adventure, but a little note beforehand : you have to see and experience it yourself to really understand all the excitement…

Our carriage and our provonitsa
On our way to Moscow !

Survival Russian

The ‘Baikal’ train to Moscow was to leave in Irkutsk station in the afternoon.  We are in carriage number 11.  The provonitsa (female carriage attendant) checks the tickets.  All aboard… we are leaving soon ! We are in compartments of 4 beds each;  the other people in my compartment are Siberian, so a good opportunity to learn some more Russian words – the phrasebook is handy, and I had the luck on the previous train (coming from Mongolia) to be in the same compartment with a Russian teacher, who mastered English well too… so this should work.  Well it works…, but after a while I felt sorry for these people, because they really needed to be very patient with me… but then again, we had four days to go, and nobody was in a hurry really.  You also meet Siberian people (and other tourists, but not that many) that you can talk to in English and that can do some translation from English to Russian for you. To some of the Siberian people I have been talking to at several occasions during these four days, it was their first contact with non-Russian people on the train !  Most of the Siberian people are on holiday or visiting family or friends, or even going to work.  I had some pictures and magazines from home with me, and that was very enjoyable to them.  Another point about meeting Siberian people, you are never hungry or thirsty !  These people are really hospitable and friendly & have a great sense of humor !

Ob river Nazyvaeskaya

But now lets look out of the window.  The big adventure to me is what I call the ‘surprise factor’.  Not only you travel through many different landscapes, you also never know when you wake up in the morning and peek out of your window what little towns, rivers, bridges, train stations, factories,… will be coming up today.  And you never know what will happen next, like the activity on the platform for instance, ranging from traders spreading out their goods, to babushkas selling potatoes, pancakes or fruits.  I recall one morning in particular, when we arrived in the station of Ishim.  We want to get out of the train to enjoy the fresh air – since this is a 20 minutes stop, and after 20 or 30 hours on the train, you can use all a ‘refill’ of fresh air.  As soon as the train stops, we see these muslim women and children on the platform, asking for food or anything we can spare… Refugies from Kazachstan or even Tajikistan maybe. We get off to buy some breakfast from the stalls, some people give some leftover bread or vegetables,… it’s a sad moment, but also a moment you realize how different this world is from what you are used to.  The looks in these people eyes will stay with me for some time.

refugees at Ishim Krasnoyarsk

And every day, something happens

on the train, and at every stop,  if you look carefully and try to figure out what is going on, there is a new experience… Like the story about the man with the black bag, who went off at each station… Was this man buying stuff in some stations and selling it in another ? Or was he a courier to deliver packages and messages ? We got intrigued by him but never figured out and could not ask.  Or the excitement about the tourist that went onto the other platform, and some time later another train came in between our train and that platform, so he crossed the tracks ‘just-in-time’ in front of this oncoming train…  Or the that time some of us were in the station toilet and had to hurry because we heard the train getting in motion (note : this was just a changing of locomotive, a fact we could not guess at that time of course…). There are many other happenings, some of them perhaps even not noteworthy enough to write them down here, but at the time of traveling, I felt they all added up to one big adventure.

Of course you can also read books, play cards, drink beer, etc… and some people do, but I have to advise you : do not bring a lot of books.  I only managed to read two pages of the book I had brought with me.  There was simply not enough time and so much going on.

And at the end of the trip, after four days, you say goodbye to some new friends.

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Lake Baikal Mysteries

LAKE BAIKAL, JUNE 2002 - It’s early in the morning when our train arrives in Irkutsk station, the first city of importance in East-Siberia we approach after two nights.  But before we visit this beautiful city we go straight onto the bus that takes us to Lake Baikal (Ozero Bajkal), known as the deepest lake of the world, and holding one fifth of the fresh water of the entire planet.  But it is a lake also covered in mysteries… – no, not a cousin or niece of Nessy over here – but a lot of strange natural specimen to be found and some still to be discovered.  

The road from Irkutsk towards Listvyanka – a small place on the shores of Lake Baikal – is surprisingly good, thanks to the former US president Eisenhower, who sponsored the building of this road for an upcoming top-meeting between the US and the former USSR -  a meeting that never took place, due to the U2-incident…  Anyway, the road was here to stay, and this road stays open all year, also in the midst of winter, when temperatures reach – 40 C.

Homestay in Listvyanka

Day one in Listvyanka. We check in at the local homestay and meet the host family.  The Siberian people make a very friendly impression on us, and the houses are basic but clean and cosy…  This is going to be a nice and quiet couple of days over here.  The appartments we stay in are the former houses of the scientists who used to work here in times when the Lake Baikal museum was still the reseach centre for studies of the lake.  Now they work at Irkutsk, associated to the university.  Behind the houses a lot of walking paths and things to discover.  On one of my walks I noticed an old factory nearby, including a lot of pipelines in the forest, a (almost empty ?) facility that looked like a military base,  and large hydrogen or oxygen tanks in the woods.  These woods are great to walk in, and the little hills that can be climed offer a great view of Lake Baikal.

Lake Baikal, the museum and houses
Part One of the mystery

The Baikal Museum

The visit to the museum is quite an eye opener.  The mystery of the lake begins… Next to maquettes of the lake (a tectonic crack of over than a mile deep really, filled with glacial water) and steamboats of the past, stuffed animals and birds, and a lot of black-and-wite photographs, the real exitement is the displays of the species that live in the lake and are not to be found elsewhere in the world !  Next to fresh water seals, Omul fish (often on the menu over here and delicious !), also little transparent fish that live in the deepest regions of the lake.  An iron bar that has been lowered into the same depth and thus totally deformed by the water pressure, is lying next to these species on formol.  What an exciting place this is !

Mystery boat trip

But the mystery was not over yet ! On day two we go onto the lake with a small boat. It is raining but the it feels good to be on deck and feel the cooling effect of this huge lake.  The temperature of the water is 4 degrees C.  The captain jokes about the lack of lifevests on board - “you survive only a few minutes anyway in there ” – and yes this water is very cold as I could experience when I went feet bathing the other day – going in with feet only is said to extend your life by two years, swimming in the lake will either extend your life with 25 years or kill you immediately. So we are on the boat and after some time (playing cards, having indoor picknick etc…) the mist rolls in… and within a few minutes we are covered in a thick mist and visibility is reduced to zero metres.  At this stage our captain climbs on the roof of his cabin … to set up the radar.  Luckily this device seems to be working fine, but some of us are a bit stressed anyway when he comes in a little while later, to claim his binoculars that he had lended to some of us for sightseeing…  And some time later, we arrive on the dock again, almost without knowing we were that close to the shore. Another surprising day at lake Baikal !

Mist covering lake Baikal Baikal at sunset

The soul of Lake Baikal 

But for me the real mystery atmosphere is to be found at sunset, when the sun is gradually hiding behind the mountains, still leaving a trace of its light on the lake, and the mist is covering the lake once again and mixes in with the clouds and the yellow and the red.  These moments when Lake Baikal stole my heart.  It was hard to leave this place the following morning…

I am still here but I can already feel the desire to come back again – to be continued.

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NEPAL

KATHMANDU, MAY 2001 - Upon arrival on the international airport of Kathmandu, after an exhausting trip of more than 20 hours and three connecting flights, the hills of Kathmandu valley and the country side housing welcomed me on my first encounter with the Kingdom of the Himalayas.  Inside the airport building, everything seemed like it was set up just last week , some signs were handwritten and  attached with ducktape to the walls, saying where to go for immigration or luggage.  Speaking of luggage, Kathmandu X-rays your luggage also when leaving the plane (something I’ve never encountered before in other airports), and the machines are not filmsafe, so better take out your film rolls and hand them over to officials to avoid coming home after your wonderfull holiday with nothing but pictures of ‘Nepal by Night’… 

The luggage handling system is mainly manual and seems all too chaotic – fact is , I discovered at that point that my luggage was missing.  I had to explain to some of the airport staff around and he filled out a form and told me to call the airport tomorrow.
‘Who should I contact’ , I asked ?  ‘Anyone, just ask and they will know’, he replied.  I didn’t take the chance and returned the next day in person, stepped inside some of the offices and finally got my luggage back (after all it had been delayed in Bangkok, so Kathmandu was not to blame for this).  But let’s return to the taxi drive from the airport into town on the first day.   Upon leaving the airport building (after I changed some dollars into Nepalese Rupees, the woman behind the counter just couldn’t figure out how the computer program worked and changed to the pen and paper method after ten minutes) , all of the drivers were outside waiting for the first ‘victim’ to come out.  I was approached by many men at the same time all wanting to drive me into town.  I quickly went along with the guy that seemed to walk the fastest and left the others behind. We agreed on the price of 200 or something Rupees and I got into his (very old ) cab.  It took some minutes before he managed to get the car starting, but after several retries we were on the road.  At first we took a main road, and I passed some very poor housing and the piles of garbage were everywhere, and there were cows in the middle of the road… After some 15 minutes, we took some small roads and were in the middle of the hustle-and-bustle of Kathmandu city.  Everyone was using their horns all the time, it was crowded and I just couldn’t figure out if we were supposed to drive on the right side or on the left side of the road, this driver was switching sides all the time !

Then he stopped at a petrol station and asked me for money for the petrol.  I first didn’t agree because I thought he would charge me at the hotel for the ride anyway and ‘forget’ about the money for the petrol. But he assured me I just had to pay in advance now for the taxi ride, so he could buy petrol and he wouldn’t charge me twice for the ride. I had little choice anyway, we were out of petrol (later it turned out I could trust him, he kept his promise when at the hotel).  Finally we were back on the road and I reached my hotel in the Chetrapati  area.  All the noises, the smell and crowd was really overwhelming; the weather was hot and sticky – where had I gotten into ?

Kathmandu housing near the river Kathmandu streetlife

The hotel was actually OK and tidy, far better than I expected based on the surrounding streets and the impressions I had sofar. I decided to wander around a little.  It turned out quickly that my city map was not very useful, most streets have no names and I was disorientated very fast.  I met some guys that told me to be students and wanted to practice English, they walked along with me for I while and I soon knew as they started explaining the history of the temples and other some stuff, they would ask me for money soon.  But at the same time these guys took me to several streets (that were very dirty with piles of garbage everywhere) few tourists would wander into, and I saw several lesser known Hindu temples. I enjoyed the walk but at some point I absolutely had no idea where I was into this maze of little streets.  Of course that was the moment they started to discuss the money issue, and I must admit I had to pay them far more than I had planned to give them in the beginning, but I was alone with these guys and I didn’t know where I was… I insisted they ‘escorted’ me back to my hotel, which they did eventually.   Afterwards, the next couple of days I discovered that nearly everyone in Nepal pretended to be a student wanting to learn English… ‘OK, they got me’, I thought, I hope they do something useful with the money…  Of course there are all the time other people in Kathmandu wanting your attention : the beggars for money or food, the guys that want to sell you hash or tiger balm (nobody ever seems to buy this stuff but they go on trying to sell it to you), the mountain guides and porters trying wanting you to hire them,  etc…

Durbar Square, Jagannath Temple

I also visited some of the well known tourist attractions, like Durbar Square and the ‘Monkey Temple’.  I saw the Kumari (the living goddess) inside the Kumari Temple, had lunch on a rooftop restaurant with a view on Durbar Square, and saw some Saddhu (holy man).  Everything considered this first impression of Kathmandu was an exciting experience.

 

Note : I was back in Kathmandu about three weeks later, after a hike in Tibet.  At that time the massacre on the Royal Family had taken place, and there was already a new king inaugurated;  everything was very quiet on the streets then, and there were curfews…  The Kumari I saw is since she reached puberty, now also replaced by another four year old girl.  How quickly places and situations can change.

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Impressions of Ulan Bator

ULAN BATOR, JUNE 2002 - I had absolutely no idea what to expect from the capital of Mongolia.  I had read some things about it, seen a couple of pictures, but that was it.  And I was very excited to arrive with the train in this city.  And it showed to be very surpising and fascinating. 

Settlements

UB suburbs

Ulan Bator (UB as some call it over there) ‘suburbs’ begin about 50 km before the city, in the valleys of the hills surrounding UB.  These are settlements, consisting of very basic wooden houses, and gers.  The roads are dust tracks, and the dust is blowing over these settlements all of the time.    Unbelievable… that was my first thought when seeing these suburbs.  Horses , old trucks and old cars are the main means of transport here.

Downtown UB

Horses can also be seen in the center of town, but this becomes more rare these days.  The center of town still is covered in a sovjet atmosphere, and it seems that painting the walls also stopped with the end of sovjet times.  A lot of construction going on, but there are more ‘half constructed buildings’ than finished ones.  People are dressed in western clothing, seemingly following the fashion trends from a couple of decades ago, but now and then people dressed in traditional clothing can also be seen.  The city has one big shop for tourists (the ‘state department store’ ), and going to the postoffice and bank is also an experience.  UB has some great museums.  I visited the Natural history museum, where dinosaur skeletons and eggs, found in the Gobi desert, can be found.  The museum needs some modernisation, but it is all very interesting.

Süh Bator square, mausoleum and parliament Appartment blocks in UB

Our hotel was located in one of the appartment block housing areas of town.  Dust roads, decaying appartments and other buidings, like the school and hospital, but also rusty containers, which are used as garages for the likewise rusty vehicles, old factories, many little shops, outdoor grocery markets, but also some internet cafés, and ‘telephone offices’, where the locals can buy a phone call… Wandering around here gave me an insecure feeling.  Many local people just wander around here, people from whom you can see they have very little and to them you are very rich… also street children over here, in winter they live under the street, near the steam pipes commonly used for heating over here.  All very thought provoking and to me somehow a saddening experience.

Past and present

Gandan monastery

On the edge of town , the buddhist Gandan monastery shows that buddhism is reviving here.  A busy atmosphere over here, and not only because of the tourists.  The Boghd Khan palace on the other hand, is completely deserted.  We were the only visitors over there.  The palace is a museum and very nice artifacts, paintings, statues, etc.. can be seen here – but still it gave me the impression that for Mongolians , this was all to long ago, and that they more care about the present time problems than about the glorious past of their nation.

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Fun in the bogey shack !

ERLYAN – DZAMYN UUD, JUNE 2002 - We are in the Chinese train on our way from Beijing to Ulan-Bator in Mongolia, and approaching the border.  The sunset in the Gobi desert is fantastic, and we hurry to take a couple of pictures.  After that, it is quickly dark and coming up are the usual passport control and customs declaration with the usual waiting and sitting around (in our case sleeping…).  But this border has also something special : the changing of the bogeys of the train.  Mongolian railways have a different rail gauge than Chinese.  So the train drives into a ‘shack’ where the railway men decouple all carriages,  lift the carriages with hydraulic cranes, detach the bogeys, and replace them with other ones !

Sunset in the Gobi desert (China)

Look, no wheels…

It is an interesting experience to be on a train “hanging in the air without bogeys” , as we do, but normally one can get off, move around in the shack and observe the process, which takes about 2 hours to complete.  We are still in the carriage…for border control reasons, doors are locked, and we seem to be late to get off – somehow this was confusing where to get off or not.  And temperatures are rising now that the fans cannot work… till 40 degrees Celsius.  Some people already start stripping…(the rest of this story is censored)

Fun in the bogey shack ! More fun in the bogey shack ...

Will they keep us here forever ? 

After the bogeys are well in place and all carriages are hooked on again, next stop is within… two minutes ! Chinese border control & customs.  It takes for ages, and I sleep all the way through it (except when they want some papers from me) and when I wake up…. and it is already daylight and we are still here !  At this stage, nobody knows when we are to leave.  And the toilet doors are still locked.  Some urgencies can be solved after begging to the military men on the platform (to leave the carriage for just a couple of minutes).  Finally we are moving …. ! We leave China with the salutes from the Chinese military men on the platform and music from the speakers !

Mongolia, here we come !

Next stop : Dzamyn Uud, where we can wait again for Mongolian border control and customs.  It all goes seemingly a little bit smoother here, and after another couple of hours an engine arrives (the rail Mongolian engine to take us to Ulan-Bator), and we are happy as little children ! One certainly learns to wait in these places.

Back in the Gobi desert ... in Mongolia this time

In my compartment, there is a Buryat woman from Ulan-Ude.  She is teacher in Russian – by the way great for me to practice my Russian ! -  and she tells me she does this trip every other week or so… She teaches in China and in Mongolia ! It is very hard for me to realise she has to undergo the whole 5 to 6 hours (or more ?) process each time, just to go to work !

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Living like a nomad…

TERELJ N.P., JUNE 2002 - We arrived in the early afternoon in Ulan Bator (UB) with a Mongolian train, coming from Beijing.  We had travelled for a full day and night, with an almost endless stop on the Mongolian border in between… We were tired, after having seen so many desert, steppes, horses, camels, … and swallowing so much dirt.  But we were very excited to see this city from the distance.  The most striking part to me are the ‘suburbs’ which are a mixture of traditional nomad yurts (called ‘gers’ in Mongolian) and basic wooden houses, sometimes not much bigger than sheds.

Mongolian Countryside

The next day, we left the hotel early to go into the Mongolian countrysite with the bus.  Our destination of today was to visit some Mongolian nomad settlements, and to go to the Terelj National Park, where we would sleep in ger tents ourselves !  Everybody was pretty excited about this idea.  The first thing on the way were the ‘suburbs’ we had already seen from the train,  in close-up this time.  These appeared to me really unbelievable and so different. Mongolian people just prefer to live in a ger, and the sheds are mostly only used in winter (by the way, temperature difference between mid-summer and mid-winter is 70 degrees Celsius !).  Also in the suburbs , horses are a normal way to travel, and on rare occations some use them even to go ‘into town’.  But these days, also a lot of old (Russian) cars around.  The dust in these places , like on the infamous ‘black market’ I visited, is covering everything !

The countryside was soon becoming desolate, and the dust dissapeared, and nice green hilly landscapes were unfolding.  Almost no other traffic on these roads, only nomad settlements and horses and herds besides the road.  We stopped to meet some men reparing their truck – standing in the middle of the road, but if it is broken, what can you do ?  The pieces of the engine were on display before the truck, and someone was hammering on some pieces… These men were friendly guys and they asked us ourselves to have their picture taken, as if they were proud of their repair work that was now lying in the middle of the road.

Nomad family

Mongolian Gers Real nomads in here !

Later we stopped to visit a nomad family.  This campment consisted of two ger tents, and some herds of sheep & goats, some horses, and two very big dogs – which were to my relief very friendly and did ignore us all together…  Our Mongolian guide asked the ‘chief’ (the oldest man) if we could visit them and enter the ger.  The inside of the ger was very nicely decorated, with a family altar and several carpets.  Our guide translated some of our questions.  We learned that this ‘man of the family’ was the 70 year old son of the woman sitting in front of the ger (she was believed to be ‘almost 100 years’, but her actual age is not precisely known) .  Mongolian people are rather superstitious, and we had read about not turning your back to the altar or elderly people, always move in clockwise direction inside and (obviously ? ) not leaning on a supporting post.  The man explained us they could set up the tent in about 15 minutes, and that the outside consisted of three layers of felt during winter.

Ger camping

Real tourists in here ! Lots of rocks to climb

Then it was time to move on, and to move into our own ‘ger for one day’.  In the fabulous environment of the Terelj National Park, there are several ‘tourist campments’ with ger tents.  There is a wooden restaurant with bar, and there are some light bulbs here and there, but there is no running water in the gers, no showers,  and as in a real ger, you have to make your own fire to keep you warm in the evening.  And the stay was very enjoyable, I could easily stay another week in this place.  During the day some walking between the rock formations, enjoying the views or some horseriding, and in the evening talking with the locals (i.e. learning some Mongolian for you, for them learning some English) , having fun playing cards or billiards (very popular with the locals, but they get very noisy at night, especially some drinking… – it is also a tradition that they sing traditional songs afterwards).  But to me the real spectacle only begins around midnight, because then the stars are bright in the ink black night, and this is a great place to see them all (or nearly all).  I drifted a little bit away from the camp at night, and I could see nothing but stars and the milky way ! It was so wonderfull ! However our Mongolian driver who was with me – who only spoke like three words of English, but knew a lot about star constellations… – warned me not to stay long out there, because of the wolfs…

The following morning, for the first time during this trip I really felt cold,  partly because we did not get up in the middle of the night (some did…) to keep the fire going in our ger, but also because I had to leave this fantastic place & these people today.   But I hope to be back one day…

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The bullet train

JAPAN, JULY 1998 On my travel through Japan, I’ve used the shinkansen (or ‘bullet train’) for large distance travel.  This is an expensive way of travel, but there are many advantages : it’s very fast (it runs 300 km/h to 450 km/h), it’s very comfortable, and it’s an exiting experience. 

 

 

As in many countries, traveling by train in Japan adds to your travel experience.  It’s a way to learn something about the locals, just by observing them or even try to start a conversation with them if possible.  And it’s a great way to view a variety of landscapes in a short amount of time.  The shinkansen trains are very well organised.  They run “on the dot” :  when your ticket says 14h34, it means 14h34, not 14h35 !  On the several occasions I’ve taken shinkansen, this appeared to be true.  But the organisation goes way beyond being punctual (although no other country in the world can beat them on this point)…

Shinkansen ticket Two generations of the bullet train

It all starts buying tickets. Of course this is highly computerised process.  All seats are numbered – most people reserve their seat in advance, although this is not necessary, it’s highly recommended just because most people do, there are hardly any free non-reserved seats.  A booking can be made several days in advance and you can easily book several train trips at a time.  When you have figured out what platform you should be on (we used to rely on the time of departure to find the platform), you should join the queue for your carriage (also mentionned on your ticket somewhere).  On the platform the carriage number is shown by large numbers on the floor – people queue behind this numbers (just as you would queue in the postoffice).  There also is big yellow line – this is not to be crossed at any time.  Sometimes a shinkansen passes through the station at a big speed – you could be blown away by the air movement when to close.  Some minutes before the time mentioned by the ticket, the train arrives.  The door of your carriage opens exactly above the number on the platform (not one meter to the left or right).  When everyone has boarded, after allowing people to get off, the train departs exactly on the time the ticket states.  Don’t forget they also load the catering and other stuff, and change personell during that time.  It’s already truly amazing.

Arrival in the station

Once you’re inside the train, just find your seat and you’re ready for the fast ride.  The display above each door shows constantly where you are, what distance is left to the next stop, and the speed of the train.  The doors are sliding doors, that (of course) open and close automatically.  The seats are comfortable and of course everything is airconditioned (which is not a luxury in July !).  At some point during the trip the guard of the train comes inside your carriage.  He first greets every one by making a bow.  He repeats this when he leaves you’re carriage, as a sign of respect and meaning to say “thank you” to everyone.  Of course you can also drink something and eat something on the train.  Very popular, and very tasteful, are the “bento-boxes“.  These are carton or wooden boxes that come in large variety of Japanese food. You can buy them in the lunch carriage, but they are also distributed by someone of the staff coming along, shouting “bento, bento”…

Bento box

When you finally arrive at your end point, sometimes 500 kilometres further, you’re ready to get into the crowds, and will probably discover a new world again.

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Climbing Mt. Fuji

MT. FUJI, JULY 1998 - Fuji-san, the highest point of Japan, the holy mountain…  This perfect conical vulcano is snow-capped during most of the year, and therefore hard to climb.  However during July and August the mountain is open to everyone who wants to go up this 3776 metres of rock and ashes…

The day before we arrived in the railway station Shin-Fuji, coming from Tokyo. We had stayed in a little hotel, in which there stayed a lot of fellow Mt. Fuji-hikers.  Early in the morning we took the bus to the 5th station on Mt. Fuji. This is as far as the bus will take you up the mountain.  From this point, we began our hike up, under a cloud-filled sky.  Today we would go up to the 7th station, just above 3000 metres, we would sleep there to continue to the top the next day.  On the mountain there are 10 ‘stations’ , these are mountain huts with basic, Japanese style, accomodation.  There is no water on the mountain, except for the bottled water they sell everywhere along the way… of course the price is high because all of the goods have to be carried up the mountain.

The trail on Mt. Fuji

It took us a couple of hours to reach the ’7th station’.  If you want to sleep in one of the mountain huts, you have to make a reservation well in advance, since places are limited.  However upon stating who we were, it was not clear to the ‘staff’ we had a reservation.  We got a “maybe” as answer on this question.  Later we found out this was the “old 7th station”, so we probably must have a reservation for the “new 7th station”, higher up the mountain.  As we went further, the “new” 7th station already came in sight when suddenly a thunderstorm broke loose.  Within minutes the otherwise till now easy walk became a harsh hike ! We could not see where to walk anymore (I luckily noticed some signs “do not pass – danger !” in time), we were soaked, the wind was fierce.  And we were so close to the mountain hut !  We reached it a couple of minutes later, and wanted – as many others – go inside as quickly as possible.  But that was not so easy.  This mountain hut was a “Japanese style” one, had a tatami floor, and we were asked to remove our (very wet by now) walking boots and rain gear, before entering !  When inside, we could change our trousers and other wet clothing.  They gave us some plastic bags to put our wet shoes and clothes in – a matter of keeping things tidy and clean.  And indeed it was the most clean mountain hut I had ever seen, this could only be possible in Japan !

Inside the hut, we drank some tea and ate our evening meal.  We met several other Japanese hikers that were very interested in our story : why we wanted to climb Mt. Fuji and where we came from… Around seven o’clock it was bedtime.  The manager of the hut called everyone by name (with some difficulties to pronounce ours) and showed us our place in one of the four ‘beds’. Along both sides of the long ‘sleeping room‘, on two levels, there was room for about 50 persons side by side, men, women and children all together.  Also in the room we had entered first, futon were now enrolled onto the tatami, so this space could be used too.   When everyone had been shown it’s place, there was virtually no space to move anymore.  Only a small corridor was left to jump out of the wooden ’50-person bed’.

Sleeping was not easy.  That night around midnight there was another big storm, and one of the Japanese called me to come outside.  The spectacle was unbelievable. It turned out we were above the clouds and seeing the lighting from there was something really different and I had never seen this before.  It appeared as if the clouds were exploding.  Above us there were many stars… it was as an ‘unreal’ experience.

sunrise on top of Mt Fuji

After sunrise, in full daylight now, we first ate our breakfast and rested for a while.  On top of Mt. Fuji, there is a postoffice, a hut where you can buy drinks and food, and there even is a ‘street ‘ with  souvenir stalls and vending machines (!).  We continued to make a circular walk around the crater.  The sights were fantastic.  The sun was shining and beneath us there were only clouds.  In the distance only the highest mountain tops of the Japanese Alps were visible.  Sunscreen and a cap were the items that were needed now !

postoffice A walk around the crater

A couple of hours later, around 2-3 AM, everyone started to get ready to hike again.  The sky above us was full of stars, the tunderstorm had finished.  The staff of the hut gave us our breakfast to take with us ‘for later’.   It was freezing cold.  I luckily had enough spare clothes with me, with three layers of  T-shirt, a fleece and a raincoat, woolen hat and not to forget gloves, I could stay warm.  Another item not to forget was the flashlight of course !   There were many people on the mountain by now.  Everyone wanted to be on top before sunrise.  The last part of the hike was ‘jammed’ with people ! I reached the top only minutes before sunrise.  It was a spectacular sight !

An couple of hours later, it was time to go down again.  We said goodbye to this beautiful mountain and headed down for the bus, the bullet train and Tokyo !

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On a festival in Kyoto

KYOTO, JULY 1998 - Kyoto, city of 1000 temples… On my stay in Kyoto, I visited a few of the most known Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines. Apart from the historical and architectural value, these places are interesting to watch day-to-day life of Japanese people who come here to pray, or who are just on a daytrip.  Typically a shrine or temple is a whole complex of gates, stairs, paths, buidings and gardens.  Some of the temples are also part of a monastery.  In Japan, it is generally allowed to take pictures of everything, also inside temples.

On special days of the year, there is a festival organised.  I was lucky to be in Kyoto on the day of the Yasaka shrine festival.  To the outsider like me, it all seems a bit chaotic at first look – but in fact there’s a clear order in all of this.  In the morning, the participants all gather inside the shrine complex to form a procession.  There’s a lot of shouting and moving back-and-forth till everything is organised as intended to be.  A lot of (mostly Japanese) tourists take the opportunity to have their picture taken next to some of the participants.  The costumes are really spectacular.  On the signs of the organisators, the procession then starts moving making a loop through the city.  Quite surprisingly, (always busy) traffic is not prohibited during this procession.  A lot of spectators are watching all along the route, some people follow the procession.

Formation of the procession
Formation of the procession

After the one hour or so, the procession returns to the shrine.  Then the ‘performances’ start inside the shrine grounds.  The place is now filled with people, coming to watch the drumming and  the dancing.   Again there are a lot of things happening simultaneously, and there is a big crowd.  It is amazing to experience such an event.  The traditional values of the Japanese culture are clearly present and integrated in the otherwise modern organised Japanese society.

Through the streets of Kyoto

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