Chip looks so happy because we’ve had such a nice week in Japan. Rob has been home all week, so he jumped through the last of the forty or so hoops it took to get the car legally drivable. What’s more, the trash has been picked up every day (more on that later), we have met our neighbors, I have managed to cook supper in a skillet every night this week, we saw Mt. Fuji twice, and we have internet at home! Yesterday a very polite and quiet man from NTT (Nippon Telegraph & Telephone Corporation) came and magically connected us back to the world. To print up our bill for the service, he pulled a little printer about the size of a pencil case from his briefcase and fed a sheet of paper through it. Hello from the future, I tell you.
So, the trash. I used to get a nagging feeling the night before trash went out in the States. Here in Japan I have that feeling every morning. The trash gets picked up every day, but before it does I have to separate it 13 ways, and figure out what will be picked up that day. Is it “Burnable Refuse” day? “Dry Cell” day? “PET Bottles” day? “Miscellaneous Paper” day? The “How to Sort and Take Out Your Refuse” instruction sheet I received from the Hayama Environmental Office listed the days incorrectly, so I have scurried out every morning in my pajamas at about 6:30 to see what the neighbors put out. I have been a little stressed about it, but the little garbage truck that comes by every day (inexplicably playing “Fur Elise”) has taken all of my trash away. By far the highest percentage of our trash is “Plastics Wraps and Containers.” I read somewhere that Japan incinerates 75% of its waste and recycles most of the rest, since it doesn’t have much room for landfills. I think this is great, but now I feel a little bit guilty that the smoke from Chip’s burning diapers might be why we can’t see Mt. Fuji every day.
On Wednesday we decided that enough of our errands were done that we could go faire du tourisme. So to Enoshima we went. Enoshima is a charming seaside town not far from here with a nice aquarium. The real reason Rob wanted to go to Enoshima, though, was the trains to get there. First we took the Shonan Monorail, which was like the Disneyland monorail except that it was suspended from a track above it. It felt like you were taking a train through the air, or like you were on a very tame, very comfortable roller coaster. The monorail was built in 1970, so it had that kind of nostalgically futuristic charm about it, like the Concorde.
The Shonan Monorail pulls into the station. All aboard for Futureland.
I’ve read that there’s a preservation debate going on back in D.C. now about streetcars, that their wires might block historic views. D.C. should consider a very high monorail.
Here is Chip at the Enoshima Aquarium. He actually seemed pretty captivated by the fish. Then again, he also seemed captivated by the bits of dirt in the carpet.
And here’s a picture of Chip at lunch. Like his mother, he loves his noodles.
This was just after Chip actually fell under the table–he slipped right out of the seat. No harm was done, but I think we single-handedly ruined the reputation of American parents in Enoshima.
On the way home we got to ride another train, a 100-year-old electric streetcar called the Enoden Line–kind of the anti-monorail. The train went (very slowly) right through the old neighborhoods of Enoshima and Kamakura, so close to the houses that one could have touched them from the train. It was very old Japan.
I guess I should stop teasing Rob about taking pictures of trains, if I end up using them.
It was also a momentous week because Thursday was one of the two days a year the sun actually sets directly behind Mount Fuji when viewed from around Hayama. Lots of Japanese, being the nature- and camera-loving people that they are, flocked to our little Morito Beach to document the sight.
Say cheese, Fuji-san.
Great week!