Author: Iris

When I returned from my Christmas trip on December 28th, I came home to an empty house with the doors wide open. While petty theft and burglary are not a huge issue in Japan, and the house is on a spot that is unreachable by car and hardly has anyone but neighbours passing by, I still think it’s not a good idea to have everything invitingly open like that.

Well, my landlady was upstairs telling me the news: In the morning, something in the gas geyser supplying the showers with hot water broke, there was a gas leak and even smoke in the house. It took more than an hour until somebody from the gas company arrived to turn off the gas and to find out what’s wrong – an hour of waiting outside in the cold for everybody, just to be on the safe side and as far away as possible from the gas leak, you never know.

The person who came already determined what replacement part would be needed to fix the problem, but of course, he didn’t have it with him on a Sunday morning. So the landlady tried to plead to fix this as quickly as possible. Even our neighbour got involved and tried to pull the foreigner card: “Look, those are all gaijin, you cannot let them go without hot showers for so long, that’s not possible, I mean, you don’t want to give them the impression of Japan as a backward country…” and some such. It didn’t help though, and the plan was for somebody to come by on Monday morning (December 29th) to fix the problem.

Of course, the person who came by on Monday morning did not get the memo and did not bring the necessary replacement part. Furthermore, it seemed not to have been available for purchase anywhere in Kyoto, despite the frantic phone calls of our landlady. After all, it was the New Year’s week, where many factories are closed, lots of people are on vacation, and Japan as a whole is on standby and runs on emergency procedures. And now that the gas was shut off, the emergency was dealt with, and a number of slightly smelly foreigners were nobody’s problem, really.

It didn’t help that New Year’s was on a Thursday, and there was yet another weekend during which nobody would do anything. Even the sento around the corner had special opening hours when it was not closed outright, and of course I managed to stand before closed doors one night when I desperately wanted a shower. (No, I don’t take cold showers. End of discussion.) At least we still had gas available in the kitchen, so we could wash our hair in the kitchen sink – not overly nice, but doable.

Finally, yesterday morning, on January 6th, I got an email from our landlady informing me that the replacement part had arrived and that some time during the day the repair would be done. It took about two hours in the afternoon to get our gas geyser repaired. We now have a new control unit that talks back to you when you turn on the hot water. And I can attest – after being the first one to literally test the waters, that after 10 days of waiting everything works fine and is back to normal.

For now. Let’s hope that whatever it is that breaks next, it has the decency to do so on a Monday morning, 9 am with no holidays in sight…

I have returned from my Christmas weekend trip in Nagoya safe and sound – and very pampered and, it seems, a few kilos heavier…

As I was seeing Japanese friends, and all of Asia has this obsession with food, we were eating a lot this weekend, both home cooked Japanese (fish and veggies and soup and rice with ginkgo nuts…) and Italian snacks in a small restaurant that is open only on weekend nights and serves as a wine shop during the weekdays. I was totally surprised that this tiny little shop not even in the middle of Nagoya had a selection of Austrian wines! Not many people abroad know that Austria is a wine-producing country to begin with, and as our grapes are rather special and mostly grown only in Austria, it does not help with the people knowing about them. I was surprised enough to buy two bottles, one of which I have already shared with my friends that night, but the other awaits another nice evening…

Besides that, we also went to a special Japanese spa taking a rice bran … umm … bath? There were big tubs with heated rice bran where you lay down and are covered with it from head to toe. You stay there for 15 minutes while your body heats up and – allegedly – absorbs the nutrients of the bran through the skin. It was an interesting experience, and a bit scary at the beginning, as the material is rather heavy and you are buried at least 10 cm deep in it. However, when you can relax, it is very enjoyable – and very hot. I was happy that about half way through the treatment somebody came to put a cool washcloth on my forehead.

Afterwards you have shower – in your private changing room – to wash off all the bran that sticks to your body, and which looks and feels like dark brown sand. Everything is provided, of course, but when I was finished, I encountered a small problem: I was in the shower all wet and clean now, but I had come from the bran tub with bare feet, my body all covered with the brown dust. Clearly all the floor outside would still be covered with it, and I prepared to take an awkward jump trying to avoid getting my feet dirty again. So, when I opened the shower door, I carefully checked the floor and – instead of the leftover bran, I saw a nice fluffy bath mat. Somebody had come while I cleaned myself to do the same to the floor and put the mat down. Well, that’s Japan, everything perfectly thought out to the last detail.

Before I went home yesterday afternoon I went to the large bookstore on the 11th floor of the Takashimaya at Nagoya station, which has a surprisingly large selection of English books (large compared to the selection in any one of Kyoto’s bookstores, not quite as large as the one in Kinokunya in Shinjuku where there is a whole floor for English books… Okay, I’ll stop dreaming) and I bought a few books there. I did not stay as long as I had wanted because it was very busy as usual on Sunday afternoons anywhere in Japan, and I don’t like to have that many people shuffling around me.

That was my weekend, nice and relaxing, and I enjoyed it very much indeed. Next time, however, my friends have promised to come and visit me in Kyoto…

It was indeed snowing yesterday morning, and it did so until the early afternoon, just as predicted, although not quite as much as I hoped for. Apparently, it was snowing much more in the North of Kyoto (about 30 cm) and there were 2 m of snow in Hokkaido – well, that’s what I call a decent amount! Anyway, here’s a photo, shot straight out of my window:

By now, it’s not as cold anymore, so instead of snow we are getting rain, which I find rather more depressing, although it’s the same water…

Today, I decided to check out the market for rental apartments and houses. I had already made out a small rental agency not far from my place, and I had made an appointment to come this afternoon and visit a few places. I have always lived in a house as a child, and still, this is what I’m leaning towards. Here in Kyoto, you can either rent an old house or a new apartment for essentially the same price, and as I always loved old houses anyway… They had this lovely old house on their webpage, although not in this area; it was a fairly big, traditional Japanese house with a small garden in front and a larger garden in the back, with a gorgeous old-fashioned entrance gate… It was a bit expensive, but I had set my mind on it and at least wanted to see it.

Unfortunately, somebody had snapped it up just the day before… So, no new old house for me just yet. The agent said that right now it’s not a good month to move, as there are not that many properties around. He asked me if I could wait until January and he promised that there would be more rentals – especially traditional houses – available.

Well, the kids downstairs are behaving a bit better right now – they don’t seem to leave their own rooms much anymore, I guess it’s too cold for them – so I can probably survive another month in the house. I really want to have my own place by the beginning of February though, I hope everything will work out.

Yesterday the latest elections for the Japanese Lower House took place, after barely one month of election campaigns. As I cannot read Japanese newspapers, I cannot tell in detail what a Japanese election campaign entails. Part of it are posters of the people campaigning for any given party, either posted singly at will in windows of shops or even normal houses, or in groups on large signs, strictly ordered by … well, I guess by their rank on the ballot:

Another part of campaigning in Japan is the dressing up in the party’s colours and standing at crossings and waving at the people driving by. Sometimes, the candidate himself will stand there, brandishing a microphone and asking people for support. Often, they are driving through the small neighborhoods in a van equipped with loudspeakers and do the same, the car is full with people waving and shouting at people.

Last week I was waiting at a pedestrian crossing, and such a van arrived. Inside, everybody was dressed in blue and they were waving and shouting – at me, the obvious foreigner who is not (and will never) be allowed to vote in Japan. The loudspeakers were droning an endless row of Please and Thank you!, making you wonder if there is any sort of political program at all. It was hilarious.

The outcome? Same old, same old: More Shinzo Abe for the next four years. The people are not happy with his politics – he wants to turn the nuclear plants back on, has plans to abolish the non-attack parts of the constitution, and is generally considered a political hawk – and the turnout showed that, with only 52.66% of all voters taking part in the elections, a record low.

Sometimes I think it would be better if voting were mandatory, but then there should be an option “NO – I don’t want any of those parties”, and the seats should be divided according to the outcome, with the NO votes represented by empty seats in the parliament. I wonder if this would change politics? Looking around at various countries, it seems that the only option you have these days, no matter where you live, is the choice between pestilence, cholera, and a bit of Aids…