But one nice thing about Japan: they love their national holidays. There's nary a month when I don't have at least one Monday off for things like "Respect for the Aged Day" or "Culture Day" or "Marine Day." Monday was "Health and Sports Day," and I spent it climbing a mountain with my pastor, two of his kids, and a member of my church, Mr. Nakamura.*
Mr. Nakamura is the "principal" of the Kuwamizu Sunday school and also the spryest 71-year-old I've ever met. He also often sits next to me in church and is one of the most enthusiastic members of the newly-formed 5-to-7-member (depending on the Sunday) church choir. "Next Monday," he told me last week after choir practice in his limited English, "Let's climb Mount Kinpō!" He mimed hiking vigorously and told me he loved mountain climbing.
I was hesitant at first (I'm terrible at hiking up mountains; see this year's Golden Week entry about climbing Kishima-dake in Aso with Caroline), but our climbing party would also include an 8-year-old, so I figured it wouldn't be too hard. Plus I do enjoy spending time with members of my church.
We got on a bus at the city's main terminal and rode through the old part of town, then out to the mountains where everything was green and fresh. (I love that Kumamoto City's a place where it only takes a 15-minute bus ride to be in the middle of nature... can't do that in Tokyo!) We disembarked at a rural little crossing with a few houses, shops, and vegetable stands, where Mr. Nakamura bought some mugwort-flavored rice cake dumplings filled with sweet red bean paste. Treats for when we finally got up the mountain.
Mt. Kinpō from the bus stop. |
We walked along a street that ran steeply uphill, reflecting on how quiet and peaceful it was and how nice it would be to live there, except for the giant spiders who had webs every five feet or so. Many houses had large yards (a rarity in Japan!) that had pear orchards and big vegetable gardens. Some set up unmanned makeshift fruit stands with pears and potatoes for sale, and a little open tin to collect the money. Honor system. I quietly lamented the fact that there was no way that would fly in America and made a mental note to purchase something on my way back down.
Finally we got to a little rest area near a forested shrine gate. "Koko wa start point!" declared Mr. Nakamura. Start point? I was already winded by the street hike!
Start point. |
The two kids (boys, ages 8 and 13) ran ahead, and Mr. Nakamura and Pastor Sumimoto kept a good pace, but I brought up the rear, breathing heavily. The steep slope, log steps, and fallen leaves made me thing of some of the more strenuous hikes back at my old summer camp. If I could hike to the highest point of Westminster Woods with a bunch of middle schoolers, I could hike up a mountain in Kyushu.
View from a resting place halfway up. |
And there it was. The top of the mountain. There were probably twenty or thirty people up there already, enjoying their picnic lunches. So we settled in to enjoy our own. I hadn't had time to get a lunch beforehand, but Mr. Nakamura had me covered. He handed me a bottle of green tea and standard Japanese snack fare: two onigiri rice balls. One was filled with kishū ume, pickled plum paste, and one with karashi mentaiko, spicy marinated fish eggs. Both were delicious, though pickled plum is my favorite.
Then it was obligatory picture-taking time before we headed back down the mountain. If there's one thing Japan has in abundance, it's good views.
Toward the ocean. To the left is the mouth of the Shirakawa River that
runs through Kumamoto City. Straight ahead (hidden by the haze) is Shimabara, site of the 1637-38 Shimabara Rebellion. More about the Shimabara Rebellion here. |
The journey down was much easier than the journey up, and took probably only a little over half the time. Finally, we reached the quiet street that led back down to the bus stop. Along the way, we nearly bought out this tiny fruit stand:
Akebia fruit and Asian pears, 300 yen (about $3) for a bundle or a bag. |
I put my newly-purchased Asian pears in my backpack as we continued back toward the bus stop. "Have you ever heard of akebia?" Mr. Nakamura asked, handing me a hollow, rough, brownish-red fruit. I said no. Pastor Sumimoto added that many Japanese didn't know what it was, either. I looked it up in my phone's dictionary to find its English name was "chocolate vine," to our collective bewilderment. "Like chocolate grapevine?" asked Pastor Sumimoto. We puzzled over the etymology until we reached our destination, two shady benches across from the stop where our bus wouldn't arrive for another 20 minutes. Mr. Nakamura and I sat on a bench and talked about Japanese history while Pastor Sumimoto and his kids relaxed on another one. "America seemed like the best country when I was a kid," Mr. Nakamura told me. "Everyone wanted to go there because it was so rich while Japan was so poor." I looked around at the freshly paved roads and watched shiny new cars whoosh by modern houses. A few weeks ago over Sunday lunch, Mr. Nakamura handed me a piece of chocolate and told me about how during the Allied occupation of Japan, an American soldier gave him chocolate and he thought it was the greatest thing he'd ever tasted. Japan's come a long way in the past 65 years. And yet, there's a spiritual poverty, too, as evidenced in the country's high suicide rate and the fact that in terms of satisfaction with life Japan ranks extraordinarily low, especially for a developed country. It's a unique mission field.
As our bus rolled into town, Pastor Sumimoto, who was sitting next to me, remarked, "It was good to spend a holiday surrounded by so much nature, wasn't it?" It was, indeed. Arigatou gozaimasu, Mr. Nakamura.
The climbing party: from left to right, Mr. Nakamura, the 12-year-old, the 8-year-old, and Pastor Sumimoto. |
*Names have been changed.
Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens,
your faithfulness to the skies.
Your righteousness is like the highest mountains,
your justice like the great deep.
You, Lord, preserve both people and animals.
How priceless is your unfailing love, O God!
People take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the abundance of your house;
you give them drink from your river of delights.
For with you is the fountain of life;
in your light we see light.
Psalm 36:5-9 (NIV)