Japan, Tokyo

We arrived to Tokyo, just to drop bags in the hotel and head for the main event – final day of Tokyo Grand Sumo tournament. This is something that was planned well in advance. We tried to book tickets moments after they have been released (they sell as fast as the U2 in Dublin) only to get a sold out response. Lucky, tragedy was averted – we found an agency that still had few tickets. And they came with the guide. To be honest, we just thought it was a money making scam, but in the end it was brilliant to watch a tournament with a local lady who is an avid fan. And could speak good English!

And even with seats far back and almost touching the clouds we could see well – the guys really are that big. With nine out of ten top sumo wrestlers over 160kg this ancient sport requires a healthy appetite. To top it all, we saw Hakuho (one of the best ever, if not The Best) regain his mojo with clean sweep victory. Still have goose bumps thinking about it... What a day!!!

What does one do in Tokyo? Well, we were there to see modern, contemporary Japan. And that is exactly what we did. We climbed skyscraper after skyscraper and had glorious view of Tokyo skyline. And as luck would have it, on the last day we even had a good view of Mt Fuji! Talking about luck. We walked modern districts and checked out Tokyo sub-culture. Young people here are similar to everywhere in the world, but still a bit different. And that is the correct term to use – they accept and embrace their individuality and have special style. Best place to see is Akihabara. Shop after shop with glaring techno music selling everything. Definitely a sight to see and then move on to a slightly quieter area, as we did.

One of the things we will definitely remember was Tokyo river cruise on futuristic boat (apparently it was designed by a known Japanese manga artist) that looked like Millennium Falcon to us (for non-initiated this is a name of a star ship from Han Solo and Chewbacca in Star Wars series – the good ones). To be honest, the boat was even better than the views. And those were pretty spectacular as well, especially of the Rainbow Bridge. So we ended up on the artificial island and took a driverless monorail back to town. It was a really neat experience, whizzing by tall glass buildings. Felt like being in the future already. And that was even before we tangoed with the cutest robots ever!

After hefty considerations, we went to Tsukiji market as well. Not to the fish section as some of us (Nives mainly) cannot stand the sight of dead manta rays (it is bleeding hard to see live ones, trust us!) and both of us have tears in the eyes when we see shark-fins. We are still not sure how exactly we would react to dead dolphins or whales. So, we strolled a bit on the outside part of it (nothing special really) and then settled in and had a pretty good sushi (damn good one, to be honest!). Definitely a thing to do in Tokyo – east sushi here, that is.

But we will remember Tokyo the most by Shibuya crossing. Basically it is giant road crossing that sees 1000 people crossing the street at the same time at peak hours. Trick is that when traffic lights turn red, they do it in unison – all of them. Traffic completely stops and people just surge on the road. We joined this wave of humanity and kept crossing it time after time. To be honest, it did not get boring!

And then it was time to start packing again. Time to start going back home…

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Japanese Alps

Our new obsession with gardens and a plan to see Japanese Alps really decided the next place we visited: Kanazawa. We planned to stay there just one day, but the weather thought otherwise. Only really bad day in the whole time we were in Japan was supposed to be the one when we were to cross the Alps! Even Hannibal had better luck.

So, the plan was changed yet again and we were facing two days in Kanazawa. And as usual, biggest fu*k-ups, turn to be the best things that happen to you. We absolutely loved this place! Very few tourists, charming town and probably prettiest garden in all of Japan.

And we haven’t even talked of ramen. Now, this is the food discovery of Japan for the Jugs – noodle soup Japanese style. Absolutely fabulous! Rich, thick pork bone broth with slices of mouth melting pork belly and tasty firm noodles... divine… Top that with soft boiled egg (Dejan), young bamboo shoots (Nives) and sprouts (both) and you have a winning combo. We probably had the best ramen in Japan in a little joint across from our hotel in Kanazawa. Tiny place serving just this dish with long queues outside (we finally gave in and realized this is part of the ritual of the Japanese meal). But what a feast that was… We went back every day!

We found a really pristine izakaya as well – only locals there and menu on a tablet as a translation. And we can confirm – Google translate does weird things. But we bravely soldered on through the menu (and sake) and had an amazing evening. At the end we were saying our goodbyes and thankyous (arigatou gozaimasu) to the waitresses in the street with bows so deep we got lightheaded (sake had absolutely nothing to do with it!). One of the things to remember…

Kanazawa gardens really didn’t disappoint. Large grounds crisscrossed with paths and streams allowing for lazy walks while enjoying what-ever plants are blooming at that season. But this is not the only thing to see: geisha quarter (so-so), samurai district and museum (absolutely fab) and even a play with local music (and drums, breath-taking – literally!). Kanazawa was such a refreshing way to see traditional Japan without hordes of tourists (we were the only two visitors to see the play!). And in hindsight – they had the best market of all as well! Wish we spent more time there…

Other thing we got to experience here is traditional onsen. For the non-initiated these are thermal baths Japanese way. Very similar to hamams. Not even that different to traditional sauna really. In general, this is the place where people used to come to get warm (and clean). And to chat and gossip. And indeed they did that a lot (especially in the ladies quarters – of course, it is gender divided). So, there we were, arriving in our little pyjamas (it was really hilarious as most of the guests in this hotel just walk around in these) and trying to follow local customs in traditional baths. First you wash yourself sitting on a little stool, then you go in the less hot pool, then you wash yourself again, and then you go for the really hot pool. And we mean really hot! You are actually dizzy after about ten minutes and have to get out. But then, it’s time to wash yourself again. And then pretty much faint back in your room. Such an experience!

Finally, our Alps day arrived and it was sunny. Disaster averted! Off we were on a shinkansen bullet train (first one for us, as there were none from Kyoto to Kanazawa). Definitely one of the things on our to-do list. But a little deflating experience. Not too different from bullet trains in Europe (why would it be really?), except it goes a lot underground or in the populated areas. And Japan is populated (at least part we saw). House on house, road crossing road and rice field next to a rice field. But the trains looked awesome, more like fighter jets really.

To say that we were not prepared for Alps is the biggest understatement. Most appropriate (bear in mind, we did not say adequate here!) shoes we had were crocks. Yup, your usual winter hiking gear. But hey, where there is will, there is a way! So we set off in multiple layers of clothing (pretty much what we had bar the tropical clothes) and ready to face the cold. Luckily, we were making our attempt the Japan way. All organized, on prepared transportation vehicles and paths with army of uniformed employees keeping you in tow (Takes a train, cable car, bus, trolley bus, rope-way and a bus to cross)

Japan Alps are known for the powder snow – greetings from Siberia. No joking here, this is where the weather front comes from. And keeps coming throughout the winter. Enough snow here to impress the polar bears! And this is why we went. Believe it or not, but there still was a 14m high wall of white gold to be found at the end of May! Truly impressive sight. This must be the reason why tropical belt Asians flock here to experience the snow for the first time. In orderly fashion thou. You get to walk on a strictly guarded route and cannot go out of the corridor marked with the rope. Minute you step out, there is local jedi with the lightsabre (ok, stick) to get you back on the right path. Actually funny. Well, when you get used to it. So, we slid around on the snow in our crocks. Guess this was a sight as well…

Few hot soups and some more cabbage and we were off again. Trolleybus and gondola ride to another impressive site: Kurobe dam. The tallest one in Japan. And it really is something to see. Basically this whole route to cross the Alps was built to allow for building of this dam. We really enjoyed the views of the snow-capped mountains and this architectural wonder while sipping some sake and having some more cabbage. And soon enough it was time to pack and go to our next stop – Nagano.

Nagano is a city just below the Japanese Alps and host of the Winter Olympic Games in 1998. This fact is still obvious the minute you step off the bus or the train. Big logos, signs, pictures – like it was yesterday. Really nice to see. We didn’t have a lot of time here, just one night. Next day we were on the morning shinkansen to Tokyo, our last stop in Japan. So, we spent the night having another yakiniku (not even closely good as one in Osaka) and ramen (very good ramen, but not top of our list). Soon we hit the sheets tired from cold and fresh mountain air, getting ready for the big day next day – sumo tournament.

More gardens, rice fields and snow here.

Japan, Kyoto

Kyoto is advertised as a must see TV for traditional Japanese experience. With Osaka city being almost void of international tourists, we expected everybody to wear a kimono as we booked Kyoto for two nights. In hindsight, bad decision. Although it really has great and amazing historical sights (there are temples and shrines not to be missed here!), the whole place feels a bit (well, quite a bit) like the tourist trap. It is traditional Japan, but very tourist ready. They even have translations to English almost everywhere! Our suggestion: stay in Osaka and just do day trips to Kyoto. But we did get a new obsession here – Japanese gardens. So lovely! And the way some of us (Nives, really) think is the best way to enjoy nature. Looking at arranged formations from lovely teahouse, or a wooden path. Divine! And then dry gardens. That would be stones arranged on the pebbles in designs only clear to the creators. And people who have reached zen. We tried, but alas our minds were too clattered.

And we found kimonos here for sure. Probably not exactly in the way we expected thou. So, one of the touristy things to do is to rent kimono and do your sightseeing in it. Result: tourist sights are swarming with people dressed in traditional clothes. But it is not tacky, actually very cool. You almost feel transported back in time, watching the life go by in this amazing country. Colour attack from everywhere! And then we even caught a glimpse of a geisha in the street! Now this was what we wanted! Truly, truly beautiful. We toyed with the idea of doing it ourselves (kimono, not the geisha), but our regular 20km or so seemed impossible in those little sandals. Crocks are way better! Not to mention the heat – it was more than 30 degrees in almost 100% humidity.

One peculiarity of historical sights in Japan is also the amount of school children visiting. Bus after bus of kids dressed in same uniforms and hats (those were especially cute on younger ones) were whizzing by. And talking to us! Thing is they get an assignment to find tourists and ask them few basic questions (where you are from, why are you here, what do you think about Japan, that kind of thing) and practice English that way. Really, really nice! Although, we did need to spell Slovenia for each group we encountered…

As we were continuing with our long walks, too tired to go out for dinner (and Kyoto just felt too touristic after Osaka), we opted to go to local stores and just buy few things and eat in our room (which did have enough space for two extra plates besides us – “huge” is not a first thing that comes to mind here). Light dinner of some sushi, fruit and vegetables was the plan. Little did we know that you need to be a lottery winner to afford vegetables, especially fruit. So, only thing cheap was sushi (fabulous!) and cabbage and sprouts (we gave bloating a new meaning). And that was our diet a lot!

After almost three days in Kyoto we were all templed-out and it was time to move. Back to snow – Japanese Alps, here we come!

Lifetime supply of Japanese gardens here, or just some more pictures of Kyoto here.

Japan, Osaka

This trip was negotiated last year, in August. As Japan is not really a diving destination, it was not on the main agenda of the full Jug team. But one of us was eager to go (yup, Nives) and the other conceded in the end. Very cheap AirAsia tickets helped a bit to be fair. And this definitely proved to be a smart choice. Luckily, for both of us.

We poured over Lonely Planet, Trip Advisor, shamefully interrogated our friends who have been over (thanks so much for your recommendations, Guys!) and finally came up with the plan. A little bit of traditional, contemporary and obviously – Japan Alps (some of us have been away from the snow for too long… yup, Dejan…). We planned to take it easy (relatively!) as well. After six months of travelling and sightseeing you just don’t have that stamina any more…

We landed in Kansai airport and decided to stay in Osaka for first five nights. Few reasons really – good position to do day trips to hot tourist spots like Nara or Himeji, modern city with its own sightseeing that can be overlooked by tourists and last, but definitely not least, kuidaore. You are wondering what the last one means? Well, depending on the translator it could be either “eat till you drop” or “eat yourself bankrupt”. Two are definitely connected in Japan, as it probably is not the cheapest country in Asia we have been to. Anyway, we liked the attitude, especially in what we expected to be the otherwise reserved and restrained Japan. What they forgot to mention is that it also means drink yourself silly on sake. Osaka is really a special place: city in a country of the rising sun that becomes alive after sunset. You might be guessing by now, we blended in pretty well with the local culture. Ah, you know how it goes: when in Rome…

So, where to go? Dotonbori, of course. Chaotic, neon, loud, shopping and partying area in Osaka. And it was all they said it will be. We absolutely loved it! And found few hidden gems. To be fair, on the outskirts of Dotonbori, but definitely authentic – we were the only tourists in a crowded, non-English speaking eateries. Our favourite traditional izakaya (Japanese version of a pub) and yakiniku (Japanise take on Korean bbq) in Japan were here. Ordering from the menu was a bit of a gamble thou. Even waitress couldn’t help with turning it the right way (we actually were looking at the menu with the 90 degrees rotation). Well, at least we could understand the looks at the neighbouring tables. The easiest way was to walk around the place and point to other people’s plates. And they all joined in and helped us order their favourite meals as much as they could. And sake (Dassai is our favourite). There was a lot of pointing, gesturing and smiling included as nobody really speaks English well here (or not at all!). Total surprise! But people were really helpful. Amazing that they are still so separate from the rest of the world, but still so alike.

Besides glorious food, we really liked Osaka as a city, mix of traditional and modern. Osaka castle was a gem that no one puts on any list of what to do in Japan. It probably has the most magnificent outer wall of all we have seen. And amazing museum inside. We even managed to figure it out in the end – as we have started to look at it the wrong way. Another one were views from Umeda building. Well, to be honest it’s not just the views, it’s the way you get up – in a glass lift. Totally cool! But not for the fainthearted. Or people with vertigo (and those would include Dejan).

Osaka is also a town of bicycle riders. They are everywhere! And strangely, without helmets. Even kids! It is really interesting to see grocery shops with only bicycle parking slots and no car parking at all. Seems like driving is really not a thing here. Hence, we decided to try and walk if distances are not too big. And they didn’t seem to be, a kilometre here and two there. Totally manageable. Until we dropped dead in our room every night averaging at about 20 km a day (best result was just over 30 km).

From Osaka we also did the a few tourist attractions: Nara (old Japanese capital, before Kyoto and now Tokyo), Himeji (best old preserved castle in Japan) and Kobe (well, the beef, of course). We really liked all of those places. Giant Buda in Nara and magical castle in Himeji are probably the best historical sights in Japan for us. You feel transported to the Japanese past there. Not that we knew enough at start at all (we realised we learned jacksh*t in school about Japan), but soon we had VERY basic grasp and could appreciate what we were seeing. And truly amazing it was. Not to mention the Bambies in Nara! Local deer are treated as royalty here (they are sacred animals) and one of the highlights is to buy treats for them (sold on every corner). We were practising subdued voices and gentle movements not to scare these elegant animals, only to be practically attacked by little (or not so little) rascals. They do go for you! Readily biting on shirts and shorts (and whatever flesh gets in the way) to draw attention they certainly were not timid. But indeed were one of the best experiences here. We spent small fortune on deer crackers and had hours of fun feeding them.

Kobe was really nice costal town with lovely seafront, but that is not why we were there. Yup, The Beef. It is world known for its fat content – marbling (basically, the fatter the better) and softness. To put it in perspective, Kobe beef represents only 0,06% beef eaten in Japan. Never mind the other stake-munching nations like Argentina, Australia or South Africa. Very rare and highly praised, although apparently massaging cows and exposing them to classical music is only a myth. Obviously we had to try. After long hours on Trip Advisor we booked the best stake-house in Kobe. For lunch obviously (less than half price than dinner!). Not an easy task, as this place has only eight seatings! And it was an experience not to be missed in Japan. Even the chefs have the OCD. All pieces of vegetables were identical and every piece of meat is a perfect square. The cooking is a show. Soooooo interesting to watch. And the beef you ask? Well, opinions divided. Nives couldn’t really handle all that fat, to Dejan’s utmost delight as he readily chomped on her steak as well. Would we go again? Answers would be no and a “hell yeah” yes.

More castles and sake pictures here.

Malaysia, Malacca

We were supposed to go to Malacca on the first Pelican. And then on the second. Each time we decided to do something else. And it almost happened this time as well. Luckily, almost. In the end we pushed ourselves and went just before Japan. And what a good decision it was!

Malacca is a small town about two hours drive south-west of KL. It is known to have been a Portuguese colony and it shows. Lovely architecture, still a little bit of that European feel to it. Such a shame British destroyed the old walls. But still enough to see and enjoy. Only problem is that a lot of people actually do come here and the town has turned into a mini Disneyland (we are taking boat rides, stalls, pirate ships... the full shebang!). To be fair, it happens to anything that gets its name on UNESCO World heritage list... Reason to move further afield and explore newer sights: like the floating mosque. Actually, mosque built on the stilts. So indeed, we did venture (in spite of almost unbearable heat – we were practically melting!), but the views were worth it.

But let’s not forget the main reason why one comes to Malacca. To eat! So, you should really go there on Friday, Saturday or Sunday evening. This is when pretty ordinary and relatively drab main street becomes a food market. And we were on the hunt for perfect Nonya laksa (sort of spicy, coconut noodle soup – yum). And as a bycatch we found some of the best sweets we have ever had. And lots more… not just food wise. We saw to weirdest karaoke we have ever seen in our lives! Open market, large speaker and plethora of locals (mainly over 60 to be honest) doing their best. Which was not that good at all. And when we say it’s bad, then it is really bad…

Two days passed really quickly and with a little bit of a regret that we stayed so short, it was time to fly east. To the land of the rising sun – Japan!

Before you go, more pictures (and best ever karaoke clip) here.

Vietnam

Well, this one just happened. It was never on the Jugs’ bucket list for a simple reason – very limited diving. We filed it away, under: possibly, sometime in the future. But, lately we just heard so many good things about it: nature, people, food…

As life would have it, pretty soon we were facing a prospect of an unplanned week in our calendar – happens to the best of us as well – gap between Layang Layang and Japan. Idea was to go to Indonesia and dive Komodo. But complex itinerary to get there and fact we just did some of the best diving in our lives (and were pretty dived out) was crying for something different. So, there we were, sitting in KL with so many options to reach pretty much any part of Asia with a short flight that doesn’t even allow time for second round of drinks. AirAsia having a spring sale at the time didn’t hurt either.  So, after considerate deliberation over a bottle of wine and fine views of The Boys (AKA Petronas towers) from our room – Vietnam it was. That promise of friendly people and good food clinched the deal.

With only a week to experience this once troubled country, we had to make harsh choices where to go. Saigon (yes, it is Ho Chi Minh city now, but Saigon sounds better, so no political correctness here – even the locals call it Saigon, btw!) vs Hanoi, Mekong delta vs Halong bay? With as many opinions on which way to go as there are people in Vietnam, we – for the sole reason of being the party town of the country – opted for Saigon and thus Mekong delta (lovely river cruise being a cherry on the cake).

In the end, to describe our week in Vietnam in one word would be: gluttony. Or maybe opulence? As you are guessing already, we decided to do this one in style. Reality is things are still affordable here and after Layang Layang everything feels cheap, to be honest. So, sky bar hotel for a few nights then cruising the Mekong delta for two nights and then for the end a true piece of history – three nights in the famous Rex hotel.

And such a good decision it was! Vietnam is a fabulous place! The people were just amazing, still not too spoilt with tourism and really friendly and helpful. They constantly helped us to go over the streets – and no, we have not gone gaga – yet, but the traffic lights in Saigon are ignored by pedestrians. You just have to start walking across the busy streets and play who will blink first with onslaught of cars and scooters. Truth is locals did it so much better, had that determination, while drivers could smell the fear from us and just kept whizzing by. And you should see amount of scooters here – apparently over seven million in this city alone! You feel like in a giant bee-hive all the time. World is buzzing away around you: so many colours and smells. Attack, albeit a pleasant one, on all your senses.

And then there was food. OMG! Never on our list really, but beef noodle soup (pho) is just so, so good. We kept having it for breakfast (as it is intended), lunch (still ok) and dinner (few looks from locals, but hey, it is too good to miss!). And coffee… Now, pre this trip we would never buy Vietnamese coffee, didn’t even know they produced it! But what a mistake, these guys have perfected the art of ice-coffee. With our hands shaking and heads twitching from too much caffeine, we just kept going for another shot. Not to mention they picked up best thing from the French: bread and sweets. In retrospect, first few days in Saigon were eating, drinking, some more eating and drinking and then dying. And doing it all over again.

So, we went to Mekong to make a break from all this. But how wrong we were – this cruise had gluttony as the principal recreation. Food and free flowing coffee on the boat really did not help our determination to be good. But what a place! History and beautiful nature from new boat (seriously it looked like the one from Murder on the Nile – Nives was totally in her Agatha Christie mood!). What a treat. For three days we watched the local villages and people on boats pass by. Spent days waiving at kids frolicking in the water and kept getting surprised with what cargo you can put on tiny boat. We did the lot: water market – check, tropical rain – check, mosquito bite – multiple-check (yes, Nives was so generously feeding local fauna again). Sorry to leave, but it was time to go back to Saigon again.

Last few days were history and culture really. Well, and some more eating, obviously! We did the water puppet show – traditional Vietnamese play (soooooo much better than expected!), walked the town, had some more excellent pho. While looking for yet another coffee buzz, we came across one of the quirky features of a 9 stories multiple cafes building – you pay to use the lift or walk the stairs for free. With million degrees outside we shamefully paid up (official excuse was that Nives was wearing high heels; and we are sticking to it).

But mainly we just enjoyed the main square and views from our hotel. In their innocence they were offering upgrade to the room – better view their said. And it really, really was – main square and Ho Chi Min statue were just in front our window! Also, free coffee and sweets (check!) and cocktail in the evening (double check!). Little did we realize that cocktail in the evening meant all you can eat and drink including French wine, cocktails and canapes. Guessing? Yup, had our dinner in the hotel every night... And so soon, it was time to wave at Ho Chi Minh statue from our window and say good-bye to this lovely country and people with about five extra kilos between us (and we are not talking luggage here!). But we are definitely coming back!

An extra picture or two can be found here.