Travel Club Speech
Reminiscences of Japan. Part of a speech given to a travel club
I left from the middle of winter. I had just been
skiing on Ruapehu, then went up to Auckland to meet with the others and have a
final briefing. I got a kick in the pants leaving the country by being burgled
at the Auckland airport Gateway hotel. Someone broke in the window and rifled
my belongings. I'd been carrying all my important stuff because of needing it
for the briefing and at the end of it headed back to my room to change. I went
down to the bar for a quick beer, and foolishly left my passport pouch and
everything behind in my room. About ½ an hour later I was paged in the bar to
say that I'd had a call from PN so I went back to my room to call home. It was
my birthday so I knew whom the call had been from. But when I got back to my
room it was ransacked. So instead of talking to my mother I was caught up with
the police and hotel management.
My first indication that things in Japan were going
to be different was when I discovered on arrival and consultation with the
Japanese officials ~ that the Travel Accident Insurance that they had told me
had been taken out to cover our trip was just accidents, as in broken legs
etc. I hadn't taken any insurance out myself because I believed I was covered.
I always travel with insurance. If you don't have the habit of doing it I
strongly suggest you do. Get no excess coverage and don't think about the cost
of it because when you need it, you really need it.
Tokyo. Tokyo was hot. We were straight into the thick
of summer. It was 35 and humid. Tokyo is huge. We started our experience in
Shinjuku, which is an administrative hub. It has some immense buildings that
tower above you. The skyline of Tokyo is dotted with clusters of tall
buildings. The area was once swampland so the tall clusters all indicate the
more stable substructures. Not that anything will stand a good earthquake as
has been readily seen in various major earthquakes that have plagued Japan.
Around these tall new skyscrapers are a myriad of tiny little two and three
storey houses. They are usually discrete rather than terraced but only inches
apart. If it weren't for their preference for sliding windows they wouldn't be
able to open the window to the view of the neighbours blank wall (or window).
Summer causes brownish haze and smog problems. The
lack of paint on houses adds to a drab back-street feeling. In Japan there is
little home maintenance. A house is built, lived in till it is run down, then
pulled down and a new one erected on the same site. While they are
outrageously expensive to build they don't last long. There is not much of a
property market with houses. Families stay put in family homes and properties.
If, as often happens, the husband is transferred to a distant branch for a few
years he will go and live in a company hostel rather than uproot the family.
Since fathers are not seen that much around the house anyway it turns out
that, that is not such a big deal as it would perhaps be here. Why aren't they
seen much? Well, the daily life of a 'salariman' is quite long, from early
morning to late in the evening. Apart from the hour to two hours commute each
way, 6 day working week, there are also the obligatory after work social
events. We are familiar with "team building" as an occasional
management intervention, but in Japan it is an institutionalised ritual. Then
there is the Sunday golf or pachinko. Pachinko parlours are the closest thing
to a casino that you get in Japan and they are everywhere. They are loosely
based on pinball machine and are a form of gambling. They certainly have
people hooked and every year 2 or 3 children die after their parents have left
them in the carpark in an overheating car while they played all day. Holidays
are in short supply so you won't see fathers around much then, and when trips
are made they are rarely family affairs. You holiday with your work colleagues
not spouses! You see marriage is a different sort of thing in Japan too.
Marriage is a vehicle for children, and a kind of obligation. Although this is
no longer universal, it is not about friendship, love or fellowship. Indeed
while western style love marriages are increasing, arranged marriages are
still very common. Especially as men enter their 30's and women their mid 20's
the pressure starts to come on.
My hotel in Shinjuku was the five star Keio Plaza
skyscraper. It was huge. It easily accommodated the 1500 new jet participants
from throughout the western world. These days they have to use multiple hotels
because they are up to 6000 JETs per year. From these plush surroundings I was
bussed with my other 20 or so Nagano JETs out into the countryside. Driving
along the elevated expressway it took ages to get out of Tokyo. As far as the
eye could see was a sea of buildings. Huge clusters of enormous slab apartment
buildings replaced the high rise clusters. These blocks were 10 or so stories
high and 20 to 30 apartments wide. Every one of the balconies would always
have a futon mattress airing over it and a tangle of washing would be swinging
precariously above.
The expressways are toll roads and the 150km journey
from Central Tokyo to my local exit cost around $120 for the average car one
way. They are four-laned with totally separate twin lanes going each way. No U
turns are possible. Most are 100kph but up to Nagano it was usually signed
down to 80. The speed limits are in posted high tech boxes that can be changed
progressively due to conditions or accidents. The fact that you are on an
expressway doesn't mean that you are going to be able to get where you are
going fast. They often crawl to a halt and on the weekends especially, the 2
hour trip to my town would take a Tokyoite an average 4hours. The crush
getting back into town on Sunday night would usually make it a little longer!
Off the expressway in the rural area that I lived, there were no open roads,
the maximum speed was 50 and the majority of places were 40. (Which goes a way
to explaining why Japanese tourists are so terrified when they get on the bus
to Milford.) Buses are a good way of seeing the country and Japanese luxury
touring coaches are exceedingly well equipped with toilets, lounge areas,
karaoke systems and video. Needless to say drinking alcohol on a Japanese bus
is not prohibited. The can be real party machines. The other main way to
travel in Japan is by train. These are exceptional. They are more punctual
than your average analogue watch. They range from the high speed shinkansen or
bullet trains down through a variety of medium speed expresses to the local
clunkers. Then of course there is the infamous crush on the suburban
underground. If you are thinking of travelling around Japan a rail pass is a
definite, but must be booked from outside the country. It can be a lot cheaper
to forgo the shinkansen extra price and just go for expresses. They are all
pretty good. I once went on one special party train. They had this train that
had no seats, just low traditional Japanese tables on a tatami floor which
were all set up with food and drink. We got on drank and ate for 1 hour in one
direction. The train stopped then headed back up the way we had come and let
people off at their original stations. Only getting off amidst a drunken sea
of people can prove rather difficult. I ended up climbing out a window to get
onto the platform. I believe some of my colleagues got carried off to the next
station. Drunken louts? No, I was with the Board of Education and Town office
(council).
My town was in the mountains so a car was my best
bet. But to have a car in Japan you have to have a police registered car park.
And carparks in big cities are expensive. Land is so tight that often houses
don't have room for a carpark so they have to be rented. My wife's tiny
apartment in Tokyo was cheaper than the space of one carpark a few doors away.
Reason - a carpark for one car foregoes all the space above it whereas an
apartment can more easily be multilevel (but they do sell private car hoists
so that you can have two cars in your one car space at your house, you know
like the garages use for servicing cars).
Cars are relatively cheap in Japan. And since
Japanese can't seem to do so much with their housing they often use cars as
surrogates. They lavish them and upgrade frequently. This is partly due to the
taxation system levied on aging cars which sees cars which are 3 years old
being hit with high registration and service costs. As cars get older these
costs get quite significant. Then finally at the other end of the scale you
have to pay someone to get rid of your old car. Therefore there are a lot of
car graveyards out in the country, which are considerable eyesores. I picked
up two of the cars that I used in Japan for $250 each and use them both for 2
years each before disposing of them when their next registration was coming
up. To reregister them would have cost about $3000 each as they were getting
on.
Another thing you see everywhere is bikes. Mary
Poppins bikes by the million. Huge bike parking buildings near train stations
especially. Walking is not particularly recommended. There are rarely
footpaths when you get out of the big city centres and if there are they are
prerogative of bicycles. Huge unseen drains await unwary feet on poorly lit
streets as my shins can readily vouch. Those same drains also occasionally
catch unwary drivers who pull over to the side of the road and bottom their
cars as their wheels spin freely in the deep culverts. This was especially
common in winter when they would get covered in snow and no-one could see
them.
Roads are not well sign posted, and usually don't
have names. Tunnels and bridges all have names as do many intersections but
the roads themselves usually don't. Increasingly many regional roads have been
assigned route numbers which may occasionally be seen but the local Japanese
never seem to know or notice them. Giving directions in Japanese is always an
interesting affair and usually is based around landmarks. Even house numbers
are not commonly displayed. They wouldn't help much because they don't
progress in geographical order but are instead a reflection of which plots
were established first. If there are road sign they will often have an English
translation on them which is nice, but they can give you a false sense of
security because they are not always there. A nice big sign might send you up
a road to the next T intersection, which will have nothing at all at it. Even
maps are not much help because they are notoriously out of date or just plain
inaccurate. These days hightech car navigation systems using GPS have become
very fashionable but I can assure you that I have driven around for ½ an hour
in circles following my brother-in-law who was using one to get us to a major
tourist spot. Just to finish up on driving I should mention to you the other
hidden hazard of driving in Japan. Apart from getting lost, the narrow streets
and the drains, there is the concept of joint responsibility for accidents.
This is completely alien to us where we consider one person to be at fault
(except in unusual circumstance). If an accident occurs at an intersection,
say a car drives through a red light and smashes into the one crossing on
green. Both parties are 50% responsible. So beware.
Places to stay. There are a variety of types of
places to stay in Japan. Big tourist hotel of course. Pricey. Around Tokyo
Disneyland ------- Business hotels. Ryokan and Minshuku. YHA. Capsule. There
are no motels as such in Japan. And Japanese get confused when we talk about
them. What they have is particularly Japanese. The Love Hotels. And that is
just what they are. They are fabulously elaborate hotel rooms rented by the 2
hour period - long enough for a quick naughty with the mistress. And they are
everywhere. They have a carpark underneath the room and little screens to put
behind the car so no other patrons can see the license plate number. From
around 10pm at night they come off their 2 hour fixed rate and are available
quite reasonably until 10 or so in the morning if you don't mind waiting that
late to check in! I'm surprised no enterprising person has started one up in
New Zealand yet.
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