Japan on My Mind

A random Facebook "Which nationality are you?" quiz taken some time ago revealed that I was apparently Japanese. Strange, I thought... that's probably as far from Bulgarian as one can get. After spending 2 weeks in Japan, I have to say that there must be something to that quiz. Japan felt strangely familiar for some reason, most of the time at least. 

Until about 2 years ago, Japan had not really been high on my bucket list. Yes, it sounded intriguing and different, but how much of high-tech, modern cities could one actually take? Milos changed that. He had always wanted to see Japan - for the mix of modernity and traditions, cities and nature, the possibility to be completely lost (in translation and otherwise). After reading more about Japan, I had to agree. It would be quite a different travel experience.

Our itinerary was ambitious. Part of me felt that we may need a vacation from our vacation, but on the other hand, we seem to like it that way. We wanted to go, see, do as much as possible. You can see the map below, but for a quick recap the "tour" included: Tokyo - Yudanaka (close to Nagano) - skiing at Shiga Kogen (some runs were used for the 1998 Nagano Winter Olympics) - Tsumago and Magome (and hiking an 8-km portion of what used to be the old trading route between Kyoto and Tokyo back in the day) - Kobe - Osaka (incl. sumo tournament) - Koyasan (center of Shingon Esoteric Buddhism) - Kyoto - Hiroshima - Miyajima (island off the coast of Hiroshima) - Kyoto - Nara - Tokyo. (Phew!) It sounds crazy but actually we never felt super rushed. Japan has probably the most efficient train system on the planet (or at least from the parts of the planet that I have visited). They all run on schedule to the second; they are super fast (we could take most bullet trains with our Japan Rail Pass), spacious and clean. It was actually pretty hard to return to Economy class on our flight back. I could cover each place we visited at length, but that would take way too long (and also probably put you to sleep.) But I will note the things that stood out for me the most from the whole trip. 

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Stepping out into Narita airport, I felt like I could have been anywhere in the world. Airports are generic like that. But as soon as we got onto the train to Tokyo and then into Tokyo itself, differences became immediately apparent. Aside from the obvious (i.e., signs in Japanese everywhere), we also noticed that everything was super clean; there wasn't a single piece of garbage to be seen anywhere. Which was somewhat paradoxical, given that we also immediately noticed a lack of trash cans in public spaces. (We still haven't figured that one out. We were told this was for security reasons; yet, they have storage lockers at all train stations, which would seem to pose a bigger threat if we are talking about someone potentially planting a bomb. Others told us that the Japanese carry their trash with them until they get home. But nothing was confirmed.) 

The Japanese take great care in making sure you are given all the information you could possibly need (and this is done not exclusively for tourists' sake, although we did notice a large number of "Thank you" signs from the official Japanese Tourism Agency). Overhead monitors in trains list not only the next station stop and the time it will take to reach it, but also on which side the doors will open, and where the nearest station stairs/escalator/elevator are located relative to the train car you are in. Over the two weeks, we noticed this many times, which I interpreted this way - they don't want you to feel any confusion or frustration. If you look lost, someone will immediately approach you to help you out (even if they speak little English); if you are asking for directions, they will go out of their way to show you the way (one woman stepped out from her shop into a snow blizzard in only her t-shirt in order to point us in the direction of our guesthouse). Which leads me to perhaps the biggest impression our trip left on me: how helpful and genuinely friendly Japanese people are. From the lady I mentioned above, to a Japanese photographer who gave us a ride back into town (and even offered to drive us on to our next destination), to a man who operates a rest-house in the middle of the hiking trail between two small towns on the old trading route between Tokyo and Kyoto who provides free tea and pickles to all hikers and maintains a personal log of hikers' home countries as a hobby, to the staff of all hotels/hostels/guesthouses we stayed in... the list goes on and on. Now, I have heard from foreigners living in Japan that it is hard to make friends or, at least, it can take a long time. But I guess when it comes to interactions with strangers, they seemed quite open and helpful. 

From what we saw, Japanese people lived up to the stereotype of following rules and not straying from the norm (and the crowd). We didn't see a single person jay-walk or cross the street at a red light - even with no cars around. When waiting for the subway, everyone lines up at indicated spots where the doors open. There is no pushing/rushing to get into the train; they let passengers step out first, before attempting to enter. (What a difference from NYC!) Although they were less formal towards foreigners, the formalities during interactions between locals (and I am not referring to friends or family members) are interesting to observe - bowing at the beginning and end of the conversation, formal language (we were told) - which apparently varies in formality based on who you are speaking with, cautious initial approach. I read somewhere that the language can be very indirect, i.e., requests are made in a very round-about way as being direct is considered impolite (obviously, we could not catch this ourselves given our non-existent Japanese language skills, but it makes a lot of sense to me, given everything I have seen/read). That is I guess why some translations of signs into English sound so indirect and awkward - most are literal translations from the Japanese. They are also taught to be considerate of others: signs and announcements on the subway/train tell you to silence your phone and if you must take a call (this applies to train only), to do so in the vestibule outside the train car. Near priority seating areas (for the elderly, disabled, pregnant women, etc.) phones must be completely turned off. I am not sure if everyone complies with this latter rule, but they definitely do with the former - we never heard a beep or ringtone.

What surprised me is that there were actually quite a few signs in English (or at least using the Latin alphabet) and even announcements in English on the trains, subways (in Tokyo, Kyoto and Osaka) and some buses. I had expected it to be a lot more difficult for us to get around, but we didn't have too many "lost in translation" moments. (And as a side note, that scene from the movie when the director's long rant is translated with one short phrase into English could actually represent reality. We found announcements in Japanese - on the plane or train, for example - to take much longer than the English versions. I guess, they just have a long-winded way of saying things. Anyway, back to what I was saying before.) Even if all signs were in Japanese at subway stations for example, you could always read the subway line maps, since all stations are numbered using a system of one letter and a one- to two-digit number (e.g., R2, T15). The only times when we felt completely lost was when we first arrived in Tokyo and stepped out into the bustle of Shinjuku Station, with streams of people flowing in all directions. There were signs in English to get us to the exit, but beyond that we were completely clueless. Street names were impossible to read; we had the hotel address, but had no idea where we were in order to be able to tell from our map in which direction we would have to go. So, we asked a station police officer. Our first of many helpers along the way. He spoke no English really but he quickly pulled out a map that he could read, read the name of the hotel we gave him, checked the map, and then pointed us in the general direction.The second time was when we arrived in Yudanaka in a snow storm and it was already dark. Again, we had a map but could not tell which street we had to take from the train station - the shop lady I already mentioned above showed us the way. 

Although they make quite a few concessions when it comes to tourists (like skipping the formalities, not demanding that you take your shoes off in all temples), there are some instances in which the Japanese draw the line. Several of the Buddhist temples we visited (although not all) did not allow photographs inside the temple or of the Buddhas. It was somewhat refreshing to see that there are limits to commercialism. Another thing we noticed was that sometimes several people were doing a job that could easily have been done by one person or even a sign, such as directing people from a temple parking lot to the entrance. Or that they had people working in places where you normally would not have anyone in other countries, such as on the sidewalk directly in front of a parking garage exit - to let pedestrians know when a car is exiting the garage and to let the driver know when it is safe for her to continue on her way out. Sometimes there were even two people doing this job. Now we have an idea of why unemployment is so low. 

I can spend ages talking about the food alone - everything was so delicious - from soba/ramen/udon noodles, to all sorts of sea food (raw, smoked, cooked in a variety of ways), to delicious beef in the form of shabu shabu and sukiyaki, to okonomiyaki. I felt like we spent a good chunk of our time simply eating. We had plenty of traditional dinners and breakfasts, where the presentation mattered as much as what was on the plates. We would be presented with a platter of different-sized and shaped plates and bowls, each holding something different, but it always included at least the following in one form or another: soup, sticky white rice, seaweed, fish, tofu, pickles, and some vegetables. I learned that miso soup is primarily a breakfast soup. I am not a big tofu person, but I must say that I had some delicious tofu in Japan. The best was probably what we were served in the Buddhist temple we stayed in in Koyasan - part of their traditional Buddhist vegetarian cuisine. There are also millions of desserts to choose from - Kit Kat alone has a dozen flavors, among them green tea, wasabi, red bean, strawberry, and seasonal cherry blossom. (It is true - the Japanese are obsessed with their cherry blossoms! They even follow what is going on with those trees they gifted to the US that draw the crowds in DC.)

Delicious okonomiyaki

We also learned that the Japanese have "Western-style" toilets that have special toilet seats that heat, provide bidet/spray functions (with options for desired water temperature and spray strength), can dry your butt afterwards, and sometimes even have a flushing sound button (in case you want to muffle other sounds, I guess). The only place where I didn't see this type of toilet was on the trains. In comparison, the "Japanese-style" toilets are the crouching, hole-in-the-ground type. Japanese love their hot water baths and onsen (hot springs). A few things we learned about the logistics and etiquette of onsen and public bath bathing: 1) you need to wash/scrub yourself before entering the pool/tub, 2) men and women bathe separately, 3) you bathe completely naked. The water is very hot (sometimes unbearably so), but I actually got to love these hot-water baths at the end of the day - very relaxing, especially after having been on your feet all day. Our favorite were the outdoor onsen - cool air on your face, but you are all warm inside.

Toilet controls

For a nation that is so technologically advanced it was surprising to learn that the cash culture is still dominant. That is also part of a larger paradox we encountered - that while they are so advanced in some aspects, the Japanese can be quite backward in others. For example, amidst the regular tiles on the sidewalk, a line of special tiles with a rougher surface helps blind people navigate their way safely, away from the edge of the sidewalk and the street. The tiles stretch out in a line all the way from one block to the next and indicate when a block comes to an end and there is a street to be crossed or that there is a change in direction, when the texture of the tiles changes - from lined to dotted - so that the person's cane would pick that up. That's the first time I have seen something like this and was very impressed. At the same time, they have no bike lanes, and many people simply bike on the sidewalk, not on the street for some reason.

Special tile "paths" for the blind

However, the most stark "backwardness" is when it comes to gender attitudes and inequality. Women are still expected to take care of the household and kids and put their careers on the backburner. Even if they choose to continue working after having children, they are often relegated to dead-end clerical jobs, as they cannot (nor do they want to) put in the expected 15-hour days to compete with the men for promotions. For those that stop working, if they return once their children are older, it is mostly in lower-ranked and poorly paid positions (again, mostly clerical). There are few Japanese women in management positions or holding political office. This is shocking to me. Just think of all the untapped potential! 

And a few final notes on the brighter side. From our experience, the Japanese are quite curious about foreigners. We had people stop us several times to ask where we are from. This included a lady at Osaka train station who upon hearing that we are from "Bulgaria and Serbia" replied "Oh, I'm so happy". And while we heard stories of waiters and shop assistants disappearing mysteriously upon realizing they might be faced with a foreign language situation with a tourist, we found quite a few people who were eager to practice what English they knew (even some who spoke very little English). 

And finally, I had a really hard time understanding young Japanese women's fashion sense. It is hard to describe, but to me it often looked like a bad mixing and matching of styles, colors, and season appropriateness. Most wear high heels, many wear super short skirts (even in winter and often just bare-legged, although it definitely was not warm), and I noticed that very few wore jackets/coats of any kind. (I definitely felt the need for my jacket the whole time we were there; temperatures varied between 8 and 15 degrees C). The knee-high socks are definitely a hit, as are ankle-high socks with lace ruffle. I was pretty amazed by many of the outfits. 

In the end, that's one of the things I love most about traveling - you get to see things that surprise, shock or please you, and you always learn something new. Daydreaming of the next trip already...

Is There Such a Thing as a Perfect Market?

I had always thought that the ubiquitous Economics-class phrase perfect markets was just that: a phrase that did not reflect reality. After all, for perfect markets to exist we need perfect information, in real time, immediate; no participant with the power to set prices; no barriers to entry or exit. Well, I think I found the closest thing to a perfect market that I will probably ever find: minibus fares in La Paz. Perfect information? The "sidekick" of every minibus driver yells the fare out for everyone to know before they board (that includes other minibuses running the same route). As soon as one starts reducing or increasing fares, the others follow suit. This happens in a matter of minutes. No participant with the power to set prices? The only thing that exists is a ceiling on the fare set by the government (2.30 Bolivianos); other than that each driver and his sidekick decide the fare independently. No barriers to entry or exit? This I am not so sure about. Most minibus drivers belong to a syndicate, but I know for a fact that some do not. How easy is it to do this without belonging to a syndicate? I don't know. Perhaps I should chat with one of the drivers one of these days to find out.

What Perks Do You Offer?

I stumbled upon this intriguing piece on NY Times' Dealbook blogs today, entirely by accident (it is a little over 10 days old). Apparently, Goldman Sachs has added sex-change surgery to its list of employee perks. Yes, you read that right. Sex-change surgery. I know I will probably be offending someone out there when I say this (for which I apologize), but aren't there other more important things Goldman could be doing for its employees? Things that apply to a wider portion of its employee base? Seriously?

Even slightly more bizarre is the fact that I found the link to this under the NY Times' Business section. Talk about serious business news.

(For the cited Fortune article, click here.)

Globalization at Work in Washington, DC

A respectable Malaysian restaurant in downtown DC turns into a Bulgarian chalga club some Saturday nights. I really wanted to see this phenomenon for myself but unfortunately missed the party last Saturday. Don't know if I will get another opportunity, but just found the concept semi-ridiculous and at the same time intriguing. Talk about cultural crossover... :)

Where Is That Draft Coming From?

A non-Bulgarian friend once said to me "Bulgarians really don't like to open the windows in public transportation, do they?" And with that one observation he pretty much summed up one pretty unique phenomenon (correct me if I am wrong here, of course): that Bulgarians are afraid of catching a cold from a draft of moving air. I mean we even have a phrase for "there is a draft" (става течение), which is pretty commonly used and is definitely not a catchphrase in English. From the time you reach an age at which you start comprehending things, the idea of a draft and how bad it is for you is hammered into your head--your grandma, your parents, your parents' friends, your teachers will tell you to close a door or a window (if two are open at the same time somewhere in the apartment, house, classroom, etc.) in order to prevent a draft. I never really paid attention to this before (although I myself "suffer" from the same concerns), but since the weather has gotten warmer and public transportation hotter and stuffier, the fact that people are afraid of opening windows to let some air in (there is no air conditioning on BG public transport) is becoming pretty obvious. (Now, I am not saying that once it gets really hot, we will still all suffer in silence with windows closed in a bus; what I am trying to say is that unless it is absolutely necessary, we (especially the older generations) prefer not to open too many windows. We also don't like AC too much.) Compare this to the AC-loving U.S. where in my nine years living there, I never once heard anyone mention the word draft (unless of course that person was Bulgarian). People are just not concerned with such things, which makes it even more interesting to wonder why we are.

Ridding the world of poverty... with no socks on

This interesting piece of news was displayed on the front page of the BBC News Web site yesterday.

I am not sure exactly what to think of it. If the man who heads one of the most powerful organizations in the world can't afford to buy (or care to buy) new socks.... well, what does that bode for the "developing countries" he is focused on saving? Just a curiosity I thought I would pass on.

thanks again to ahsan.m--my partner on the lookout for curious news :)

Science vs. Nature

You may have heard about the prehistoric shark spotted off the coast of Japan earlier this week. I hadn't, until a friend brought it to my attention yesterday. Well, not only was it spotted, but it was also captured... and later died in captivity. Lovely. So now we will have an even smaller chance of spotting one of its kind again.

Sometimes, I am amazed at how little thought is given to the consequences of certain actions. One might say, scientists needed to examine it in order to further our understanding of such species. Well, capturing it definitely didn't help that cause, and even diminished our chances of learning anything more about its kind. How much intelligence is needed to realize that a species that lives in very deep water might be endangered by being placed in tank is beyond me... and I totally second this Greenpeace blogger's sentiments.

Why can't we let nature just be sometimes?

story and initial feelings of discontent via ahsan.m

City (Duck) Slickers

Some people tell the arrival of spring by the blossoming flowers or the leafing trees, the lilacs, the warmer days, or the increasing excitement when you are out on the street. Having worked in the same office building almost consistently throughout the last 3.5 years, I tell the arrival of spring by the arrival of the ducks. Yes, ducks. This may not be the picture you have in your mind of Washington, D.C., but sure enough there are ducks in downtown D.C. And the great (and almost inspiring) thing is that they come back to the same fountain across the street from my office building year after year. “So what?” you may think. The funny thing is that as I walk to work every day, while people are busy running to Starbucks or trying to cut their waiting time to cross the street by 5 seconds (yes, time is money), I always check to see how my little community of ducks is doing. And sure enough, it brightens up my day. Towards the end or March/beginning of April, a pair of ducks (one male, one female) usually arrives. They make the fountain their home and are literally inseparable. Whenever you see the male, you are sure to see the female not very far away from that spot. Sometimes, they even waddle along on the sidewalk as if they are in their own little world, oblivious to the business executives rushing past them. Well, now it’s May. In recent days, I walk by the fountain and I keep seeing five male ducks (there is no sign of females). My guess is that the females are secluded somewhere, busy with laying and hatching eggs. So the males, given the fact that their female companions have temporarily deserted them, have to amuse themselves in groups. It’s pretty interesting to observe (for me, anyway). And it is gratifying to see that there is life other than that of corporate employees in downtown D.C. It almost makes me question what I’m doing locked up in a cubicle across the street…..

Food....or Power?

Friday, April 22nd.

Something funny happened today. I experienced first-hand how food can change people's mood. There I was, standing in line at the CVS pharmacy counter, when the man in front of me gets barked at by the pharmacist, "May I help you?!" (It came across more like an attack, than a polite question.) The man, startled at first, responded by giving his last and first names; he was picking up a prescription. After retrieving the prescription (and asking the man to spell his extremely complicated name--Peter Baker--about 3 times), the pharmacist turned her attention, and her bad mood, to Peter again. "Do you have a CVS card?" He searches in his wallet. "CVS card??!!" Peter continues to search, feeling the pressure building. "May I have your CVS card, PLEASE?" He finally finds it (probably breathes an internal sigh of relief) and hands it over. "Thank you for shopping at CVS... NEXT!" I think to myself, "I wonder what she will do to me?" And I don't have to wait long to find out. "May I help you?!" I proceed to spell my last name..... very slowly (people usually don't get the L-K-O part). In the midst of my careful spelling, the pharmacist suddenly exclaims (with a hint of a smile), "Mmmhhmm, somebody's lunch smells sooooo good." "I think it may be mine, " I say quietly--I can't tell whether she is annoyed or pleased with the smell... and I certainly did not want to make her any more angry. (Ten minutes earlier I had bought a stir-fry lunch from the deli across from work and was carrying it in a plastic bag). She smiles, "That smells so good." And believe it or not, just the smell of that delicious lunch bought me her good mood (and graces) for the remainder of my time at the pharmacy. She was polite, friendly, albeit a little distracted by the "delicious smell"--she had to count my change about 3 times to ensure she hadn't made a mistake. So, it seems that she was just extremely hungry, and thus cranky. My conclusion--when foreseeing a situation in which you would need to interface with (infamous) customer service people, make sure something on you smells good........