Saturday, May 18, 2013

Mt. Oyama Hike


One of the benefits of living in Japan is mountains - and hiking. We live on the broad expanse of the Kanto Plain - where most of the major cities in Japan are located. The population density drops drastically when you enter the mountains  Alex had done some research and found several near-to-home one-day hiking options. The Mt. Oyama hike promised spectacular views across the local valley and the Kanto Plain, as well as temples and view points along the route. We decided to go for it.

How to get there: Travel to the Isehara station on the Odakyu line. Exit the station by taking the stairs to the right, and heading straight past the taxi stand to the bus stand (there will probably be a line). The first stand should be for bus #4 (300 yen one-way). That’s the one you want! It will be about a 25-30 minute bus ride (ride all the way to the end of the line). Everyone with hiking packs will get off with you. The bus will drop you off at the base of the mountain, where there is a charming old style shopping street with food venders and trinkets (spinning tops are the local favorite.) Walk up the street to reach the actual start of the trail system. Plan for 4-6 hrs of hiking, plus commute time to and from the base of the mountain.


At the base, we saw this sign (above). The Mt. Oyama trail is a double loop - from the base, you could take the right or the left path (or cable car) to a central temple complex halfway up the mountain  From the temple, you could take the "man" or the "woman" train up to the top. It's also part of a large network of trails - sporadic intersections connected with the Mt. Oyama trails to neighboring mountaintops.

At the “Travel Center” (first building on your left) which is really nothing more than a few chairs and tables, we grabbed a free hand drawn map. The translations to English were rough, but effective. The notes on the map also identified landmarks and local legends - lots of fun. After the map, we meandered up through the shopping street, sampling pickles and rice crackers, and looking at the restaurants and hand-carved spinning tops. It was about a 10 minute walk up the stairs before the trail head starts. At that point, there is an option to take the cable car half way up the mountain or to start walk from the base.

The trail is well marked and used by many - but it was later in the day, and there didn't seem to be too many people going up. We opted to walk, and immediately saw the first landmark - a small wooden bridge on the trail. It was the bridge we had been seeing on posters in the train stations in the area! (Finally, we understood that poster, even if we couldn't read it!) Taking the left-hand trail, the climbing began - mostly stone steps up through a sun-dappled forest.

Near the middle of the mountain  a steep stone staircase marks the entrance to the main temple complex. (Oyama Afuri Shrine) The staircase is lined with statues, all with different faces and postures. The temple complex itself is peaceful and lovely, with a koi pond, a well, and a stunning view over the plain.

 





Climbing a little further, there was a central gathering area, complete with eateries and ice cream vendors. We stopped here for a late lunch, employing the "point and shoot" method of ordering. This consists of looking a a menu entirely in Kanji, pointing at a random item, and hoping you get lucky. In this case, we found that we had ordered a plate of sauteed mushrooms and ferns, sprinkled with dry bonito. This was followed by a bowl of hot soba noodles in broth. Both were delicious. We followed this us with the near-ubiquitous soft-serve ice cream, selecting matcha and chocolate. Perfect.



After lunch, we took the "man trail" up - meaning a steeper climb on the way up, but planning to take the longer but more moderate "woman" trail on the way down. Signs let you know how close you are and which trail intersection you're at. Some additional moderate-to-steep climbing, with periodic views across the valley.



  Finally!!!! At the top is a collection of old rickety shacks, include a few food vendors. The original temple - older, but much smaller than the big temple we had seen earlier, was just to the right of the food vendors. We had brought snacks, so perched on a rock ledge, eating leftover fried rice and sliced apples while looking over the valley below. We amazed that we could see all the way to the coast, and recognized Enoshima Island (the subject of a previous day-trip and future blog post).

Snack over, we started our way down the mountain. The "woman trail" was more dirt path than stone steps, and a gentler grade - much gentler on the knees. This way leads to spectacular views of the back valley and the Tanzawa-Oyama Quazi-National Park and eventually back to the Oyama Afuri Shrine. It’s a much longer path, but the views are worth it - and it also gives you the option to pick up some side trails connecting to other mountains, including the the Kaminarinomineone (雷の峰尾根, or Thunderbolt Peak Ridge Path). We promised ourselves that we would try one of the peak-to-peak trails soon! Following the trail, we crossed a small stream, saw some great waterfalls, and crossed a few bridges. Sadly, no wildlife sightings - although multiple signs warned about bears, and there were wild-but-people-friendly deer that live in the area. 



 We eventually reached the middle temple. Bells and loudspeaker announcements had told us that we were going to miss the last cable-car down. We had hoped for additional views from the cable-car  but the last leg down the mountain was quiet and relaxing. Happily, the bus runs later than the cable-car, and there was one waiting when we emerged from the now-dark mountain. (We caught our bus around 19:30).

 The only only major disappointment of the day? Although many shops sold hiking sticks with Kanji brands that indicated the name of the trail, none of them seemed to be able to brand the sticks we had bought on a different mountain. So we snapped a photo, and will eventually wood-burn the name into the sticks ourselves. A great day overall - and we can't wait for our next Japan hiking adventure!



Saturday, May 11, 2013

Found it!
Eventually we identified two excellent housing options. Both were houses, with the right layout – kitchen looking into a longer living/dining area – and both had central heating, space for offices and a guest room, and were near train stations.
So we put applications in for both, just in case. Unfortunately, without Japanese friends or neighbors, we had to use a “guarantor company” to establish we were real people (who had emergency contacts).






The same guarantor company handled both applications, and eventually called foul – we cancelled one of the applications and held our breath for a week while the application was processed. Finally, success! We were approved. The next step was to sign the contract and pay the deposit.

The contract proved to be a stack of paperwork, all written in Kanji.



Kudos to our real estate company, which must deal with enough westerners to have an interpreter on staff. She kindly read through our paperwork for us – or probably recited it, since most of the stipulations sounded like Japanese boilerplate - No shoes in the house. No nails in the walls, etc.  The interpreter DID perk up when she got to “don’t cut down the olive tree”. This puzzled us too – why warn us not to cut a really great tree? We decided that previous renters (with no taste) must have tried to chop it down.

Then signing: all in little squares, most Japanese people use a special stamp with their name. Then money: a stack of yen the thickness of a Tolstoy novel. It reminded us of Uzbekistan – except the highest denomination of Uzbek Som is about equal to a dollar. THERE, our wad of cash there was only about 100 USD.  HERE – well, the stakes were equivalent to about four months’ rent. 












In exchange for our paper bag, we received a receipt and a house key. A trip to our new home (and ice cream) to celebrate!











The House Hunt
We had originally been hoping for a furnished house – after all, the plan is to stay in Japan for a year, maybe a bit more. Neither of us wanted to stock(and then get rid of) a household’s worth of stuff. It seems so wasteful, with money, resources, and time. But. The furnished places we found were of three types:

1) Geographically Undesirable: Charming, but requiring a 2-hour commute;
2) Utterly Depressing: Bitingly cold, with grimy floors and a 2 ft square bathroom; or
3) Sketchy: Think about CraigsList, where it says “don’t send any money via Western Union”…yep.

Living in the Navy Lodge (the on-base Holiday Inn-esqe hotel) was a great option for a few weeks, but wasn’t a long-term solution.


So we threw our efforts into an unfurnished house. Apartment. Mansion. Duplex. We weren’t quite sure what the terms meant (I’m still not sure about “Mansion”), but looked at all types. Soon enough we had clarified our criteria (for more about Japanese real estate terminology:  http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e2207.html )

  • 2-3 LDK: 2 Bedrooms, plus a living/dining/kitchen area. These tended to have a better layout than the DK.
  • >50 m2 (or larger than 535 ft2). Smaller would be do-able, but we wanted space for home offices…and didn’t think we would be efficient enough to roll up our futon each morning, and multi-purpose the bedroom.
  • Public Transit: Within an easy walk of a train station
  • Quiet (both for working from home and for sleeping)
Bonus features would include tatami flooring in one or more rooms, heating & AC units, and one or more appliances (i.e. a stove) pre-installed. This helped, since we knew what to ask for. However, there’s no high-tech electronic real estate search system. Most rental offices have printouts papering their windows, and dusty three-ring binders with “current” listings.

The turnover of these properties seemed low. Nor was it easy to tell what a house was really like from the maps (see below) and one-sheets (see above and below) provided. The charming red farmhouse looks out in the country...but was right next to a major trucking highway. Pass.



Granted, this isn't an easy process in the US either. And eventually, we connected with a more high-tech real estate agent, and asked to a selection of houses we had found via the company website. (http://tokyoapartmentinc.com/ ) Significantly more options, and a LOT more turnover with those listings – it turned out that only 3 of the 8 we had identified were still available.  Off to look at the available three...on went the search.

Situation: Wife On Base.
After successfully getting on base, one of the first battles we fought was identification. Who knew that a military ID card would be the magic ticket, enabling all types of critical activities? (Get on base? ID. Go to the gym? ID. Buy a single-serving of ice cream at the mini-mart? ID.) This meant mastering the meaning and usage of the "Civilian"/"DOD Contractor" CAC Card (http://www.cac.mil/). Fast. For Alex, this was a relatively easy process. For Heidi, obtaining a "UNIFORMED SERVICES ID CARD" / "dependent ID card" (http://www.cac.mil/uniformed-services-id-card/) proved an all-day challenge.

Turns out if your dependents are not entered into DEERS (http://www.military.com/benefits/tricare/defense-enrollment-eligibility-reporting-system-deers.html) by your "trusted agent" then the process to be added includes:
Obtaining original SS ID cards, original Birth Certificates, and an unexpired passport. Too bad we left those critical documents in Seattle behind several locked doors.  (And since we had just reorganized our filing system, we weren’t even sure where to tell someone else to look.) Happily, Heidi was able to obtain digital copies of her Birth Certificate and SS Card. (Kudos to Heidi’s ever-organized father.)

Off to the Library to print out the documents for $0.05 a-piece.

The next step was to heading to Legal Office on base, so that the JAG office could issue a "Power of Attorney" allowing you to you certify that the documents are copies of genuine documents. (Really, they just staple a generic letter to the documents, and put a pretty stamp on the front.) Unfortunately, the JAG services are for individuals with a valid military ID. We were extremely grateful that the office accepted a copy of our orders instead of the ID, so that we could get the paperwork…to get the ID.
Back to the Personnel Services Department (PSD) Office, hoping they are not on lunch break. Two quick scans of your newly "certified" documents and a genuine Uniformed Service ID card can be issued!

Now your wife is a real person!

[Note: Heidi refused the offer of any photographs this day. It was slightly traumatic.]
How did we Get to Japan?!?

Introduction:
For folks who missed the “who, what, when and why” (the “where” should be obvious), this was the setup:
  • Alex wanted to try clinic work (as opposed to hospital work).
  • Heidi spends half her time in SE Asia.
  • Alex and Heidi both like to travel, and had talked (vaguely) about living abroad someday.
  • No kids at this point.

And then, Alex sees a job posting for a pediatrician at Atsugi Naval Base, located just south of Tokyo.



Prologue:
[INSERT HERE: Lengthy discussions about what it would take to move to Japan, how to keep Heidi’s job, what to do about our house in Seattle, and what would be a good step for our first year of marriage.]

Chapter 1:
The clinic made an offer to Alex. We decided that a year living abroad would be an excellent foundation for life together. It sounded like there was a path forward for keeping Heidi’s job. We accepted the offer, and (over the course of several months) dealt with the necessary tasks of moving to another country.

Chapter 2: Packing: 15 boxes, plus assorted suitcases. (Neither of us ever travel with that much luggage.) As to be expected, we overpacked some items. (Way too many clothes). And forgot other vital things - Heidi forgot the ginger grater, and it’s driving her nuts.

The House: Neither of us wanted to put our furniture in storage, so we were trying to rent the house furnished. This turned out to be somewhat of a challenge, but our renters are an answer to prayer. Cathy and Bill are a retired MD couple who wanted to move to Seattle for a year to care for their grandbaby. Charming, trustworthy people – and we like them tons. Thanks, Cathy and Bill, for taking care of the house.

The Move: We headed out through Idaho, so as to spend some time with Heidi's family before leaving the country. Left the car with Heidi's brother and sister-in-law (thanks!) and spent some time with cutest-niece-ever. Then flew Boise-Seattle-Narita. Pickup by the Navy Shuttle, and a long but uneventful drive into base (where we stayed while looking for our own place).

To everyone we didn’t get a chance to visit with before we left – goodbye! See you soon, write often, and the guest room is (as of May) open!

EDITORIAL NOTE: We've been drafting blog entries and capturing stories and pictures since we got here...but it took us a while to put the actual blot site together and put the text to photos. None of the entry dates are (yet) real time, and we're still emerging from the use of past tense. But we're catching up. Pretty soon this will be a real-time effort!