Archive for April, 2008

Spring Happening

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
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The cherry blossoms have come and are almost gone. One interesting thing I have noticed is that people here don’t pay much attention to the blossoms. I never saw anyone sitting under a tree drinking. Maybe this is because this is the time when EVERYTHING happens. It is not just the cherry trees, or the mizubasho, but also all the wild spring vegetables, and the new leaves on the trees. The snow is melting and the river is running high. The fish are out and its time for bear hunting. The fields need tilling, there is plenty of cow manure to be spread and some planting has begun. There are ditches to be cleared and gas to be bought (the price goes up 30 yen per liter tomorrow).

Who has time for cherry blossoms when there is so much spring happening?

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Voiceless

Saturday, April 19th, 2008
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NOTE: This post is all over the place, starting with talk about a flower, and somehow ending up with my frustrations about not having a vote here. If the flower part bores you, please skip ahead.

Last week we joined a group of people from our neighborhood on a little trip, organized by Fuminari-san author of a great blog about Sakae Mura (Japanese). The goal was to see the Mizubasho plants that are just beginning to bloom in the snow-melt marshes up the mountain.

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It was a great turnout, just over 20-some people. Everyone piled into the back of a k-truck (the little white pickups that EVERYONE has in the countryside of Japan), and drove for about 5 minutes up the road behind our house, into the mountains. Clearing of the roads had begun a few weeks ago as well, to give people access to their fields which are back there, still covered in up to a meter of snow. Eventually we came to the end of the cleared road so everyone set out on foot a few hundred meters over snow. Some of them claimed that it was the furthest they had walked in years, and the next day talked of sore legs. Considering that they appear so active, always outside working in their fields or constructing something, it was a bit surprising. On the other hand, when we consider the fact that everyone but the oldest of the old bent-over ladies drives to the bath instead of walking the five minutes, it makes sense.

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The mizubasho were just starting to pop up, but much of their habitat is still covered with snow. In a week or so the flowers will be bigger and taller, and there will be a lot more of them. Some areas in Nagano have mizubasho habitat conveniently located next to the highway. Each year thousands of people pile into buses and come from all over to see them. The bus pulls over for five minutes, people pile out, jostle their way through the crowd for a photo, and rush back so that they have enough time to figure out which of thebuses is the one they came on.

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Our mizubasho spot is a bit less popular. I have not yet seen any strangers go by our house (one of the only two roads to the mizubasho), and there was little sign that anyone had been up there other than the plow-man, a farmer or two, and some hunters who had divided amongst them their prize - a wild boar - evident only by a large greasy area in the snow, and a single leg.

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We (the villagers) have been trying to come up with ideas to get more people to come here to see the flowers, and managed recently to get a grant to start a preservation project. Of course, having busloads of camera toting passer-bys is something that nobody wants. We have to find a way to appeal to high-quality visitors. People willing to go a little bit out of the way to see the flower, and also willing to spend some time in the village getting to know it (and dropping some cash). We already have congested roads in Akiyama in fall as JTB (Japan Tourism B…?) led bus tours pass through on their way from Shiga-kogen. It’s great that people enjoy the amazing scenery, but often those buses do not even stop, so in effect, they are deterring would-be customers for the local inns - people willing to chill and relax and really enjoy the beauty.

How to increase tourism is one of the “hot” topics of the upcoming local election. They look at it as a way to create jobs so young people can come here. Despite our (Tomoe and I) stake in tourism, I wish there was less emphasis on this as something to be relied on to “save” the village from the problems of aging population and jobless young people. If we focus ontourism , though, we would turn into another Disney type tourist town in Japan that has no real “self”. The way I see it, working on promoting and enhancing the great things about this village will inevitably lead to more people taking an interest. And those people will not be the drive-by bus tourists - they will be the people who are interesting in seeing a real village that is open to, but not dependant on their visiting.

Yesterday, one neighbor surprised me with her idea to stop all road and utility development beyond a certain point. Anyone is welcome to go back there and build a house and live, but they have to go by foot, or else build and maintain a dirt road. They must get their water from the mountains, and their electricity from the wind or streams. I think that would great! Of course, that is just my bias towards wanting people to move here who are more like me. Another thing my biased view calls for, in order to attract young people here to do something other than tourism, is to get just a few farmers here moving over to more ecologically sustainable farming methods. If it gets out through the grapevine that Sakae Mura supports organic farmers, and that there are already people here who share that ethic and are taking up the challenge, it will only draw more people who share that ethic. I am not talking about a hippy commune. I’m talking about people who are trying to make a business to support their life, and still keep it in line with their values, finding a place that fits those values, with people who share those values.

When asked about their plans to promote young people coming here to farm, both mayoral candidates pretty much dismissed it by saying that farming in this region is too difficult to be competitive. Cheap rice from China and the US means that any farmer here has to have a second or third job to afford life.

My (dreamy?) response: Find people who share the “hippy” ethic, and living life costs less - less expensive chemical fertilizers and pesticides, less waste, less personal shopping, etc. AND… AND… build an image and a brand of Sakae Village as a producer of high-quality, organic, local foods. Japanese people are very and increasingly sensitive about where their food comes from - way more than people in the US. People do pay more for high-quality food, and yet, it is still within the reach of people as poor as Tomoe and I.

Another big issue is that as young couples move out, there are less children to fill the schools. The school in Akiyama will be closed soon as the last of the students graduate. Yet, I can not imagine that there are not high-quality teachers out there who would jump at the chance to work in this environment. What real teachers like to have 30+/1 ratio? While it may not be possible to repopulate the school so quickly, there must also be idealistic parents who feel trapped in their urban life, but want their kids to beeducated in a better way, in a better environment. We have that environment, and should be able to get great teachers. We also have capacity to house students (what better way to create jobs and income). AND AND AND… if the schools can survive, it means that native Sakae young people need not leave to attend high-school, and maybe, just maybe, they will stick around.

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Anyway, this was just supposed to be a post about the mizubasho flower, but it turned into a vent of my frustrations at not having a vote in this upcoming election (though truth be told, as is often the case, neither candidate as said anything that makes me say YES!). Still, until I moved here, having or not having voting rights where I lived meant little to me. For the first time, I feel a connection to, and pride in, my place, and for the first time I feel that my voice just might make a difference.

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Rice Farming in Japan

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
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we are gearing up for the summer. This is a photo of our rice fields. They will produce more than we can eat unless the river floods (as often happens) and wipes us out.

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Rice growing is a cooperative process here. Everyone shares the tractors and planters, as well as the rice-shoots. Yesterday we helped in the preparation. The plastic trays in the photo above will house all the baby rice plants, and wood beams in the photo below will be used to control the flow of water for growing the rice shoots. Once the shoots reach a certain stage, farmers from the area will begin transplanting them into their respective fields.

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Family Bike

Thursday, April 10th, 2008
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I passed out at nine last night, and have slept all afternoon. I feel great despite the pouring rain. I also feel lucky that the pouring rain started today and not yesterday or the day before when we had a family of four here for a bike trip. They were lucky enough to have two beautiful clear days, and two cloudy, yet dry.

It turned out to be a great trip (with a few points for improvement). As always, however, I had trouble sleeping some of the anxiety-filled days (weeks) leading up to the trip. Making a custom trip for a family we have never met is difficult - not knowing what the kids are into, or how far they can ride, not knowing what the weather will be like (it snowed a few days before they got here), and trying to come-up with emergency alternate plans.

One of the biggest stresses, is that we know the place we live in is amazing, and the people are amazing, and on an average day, something great and once-in-a-lifetime will happen. But that is not something that can be scheduled. This is not Disney Land. Two weeks ago, for example, we took a guest to Akiyamago only to find that all the men of the village had taken advantage of the great weather to go into the mountains and cut wood. The town was dead.

This time, we were lucky enough to have a chance to visit the local geta (wooden sandal) maker. Because he is a real man doing a real job, however, he can not be available on demand. We lucked out and got to spend an hour with him one morning. It turns out that this was the highlight of the trip for the family. The son (9 y/o) had wanted a pair of geta sandals ever since he learned he was going to Japan - one of his favorite manga characters always puts on a pair of sandals and walks to the onsen bath after every adventure. He never dreamed that he would not only get a pair of geta, but also see how they are made - start to finish - by one of the last surviving traditional geta craftsman in Japan, AND get to walk to the bath with them that night. His sister purchased a custom made pair. We had to leave before her geta were finished, but later that morning, as we rode our bikes through the village, the craftsman suddenly appeared in his car. He had been driving the streets looking for us so he could deliver them in person!

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The trip did have a rocky start. In an effort to move from “tourism” to the place-based education we have in mind, Tomoe and I had spent the last three days finishing up a small journal/booklet/game that was to be fun, informative, and encourage active participation with the place and the people, rather than just having us “guide” and “explain”. We did not sleep the night before, putting on the finishing touches, preparing meals, and fighting and fighting and fighting with each other. The next day, I had to catch an early train to Nagano where I would meet them and take them by train to Obuse. This is where the trip was set to start.

We had originally planned to start from Yudanaka, where the famous “snow monkeys” live. We thought the children would love seeing them (and one of them did site that as the “high” of her day). Of course, she may have been speaking literally, as that was the “highest” point of the day in terms ofaltitude. Getting there from Obuse involves a gradual climb. Based on previous rides, and the description we had of the family involved (athletic with biking experience), we wavered on if we should start at the top, or let them ride up - giving them a chance to see Obuse.

Previous trips have had the problem of “not enough riding”, so we decided to start from Obuse, aware of, but failing to understand the full implications of their jet-lag. The first day was long and hard. Still, I am debating if it should be put into the “oops”category , or the “awesome!” category. The “Oops”, is because they were not expecting so much riding (elevation) on the first day. The “awesome!” is because the kid did it! He had no complaints, took it in stride, rode most of the way, enjoyed himself, and accomplished something outstanding. I know this is not an Outward Bound course, with a complete focus on challenge, but my “high” of the day was seeing him do something he and his parents would have thought he couldn’t if given the choice.

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After the first day, we adjusted the rest of the plans to allow for less riding (although dad would have liked to ride more). After a night in a great little 250 y/o inn in Nozawa, and a morning bath and walk through the town, we drove up to the village of Uchiyama to try our hand at making traditional Japanese paper, as well as drink from some of the cleanest water in Japan (the reason the paper here is famous). The children’s paper postcards were works of art. From here it was a four-hour ride (mostly downhill) to our home and local bath were we brought some mountain bamboo to bend into snow-shoes (the heat from the bath allows the bamboo to be bent).

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This post is getting long, and going beyond my main point, which was that we have things to work on, but are still happy with (and think the clients were happy with) the results. One thing I feel bad about, is that they had to leave us early in order to make it to Kyoto where they had reservations at an expensive ryokan. Part of the joy of the ryokan is to put on a yukata and geta, enjoy a hot bath, eat an amazing full-course Japanese meal, and sleep in a cozy futon. I get the feeling that after their three days here, they may have had their fill of full-course meals (every night for three nights is a bit too much - something else we have learned and are working to remedy). Any bath they have at the ryokan will pale in comparison to the muddy-red bath were we spent an hour our last night in Akiyamago. While the food they eat there may be “higher-class”, it will have less heart than which they were offered on the second night of their stay here, where the cooks (to of the village’s best) brought out all the vegetables in their raw form in an attempt to communicate what was being served, and explained (or tried to) in great detail where the food originated - the farmer, the fisherman, the butcher. I suspect that anything served at the ryokan will have been purchased, rather than hand-picked or hunted by the owner (as was the bear-meat stew on our last night).

I hope that having experienced Sakae Mura will not diminish the rest of their trip…

The photo below shows the family communicating with a neighbor - the local bread baker - and his family. They presented us with a gift of fresh baked bread.

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