Winter at Shirakawago

My eyes drifted away from my phone into the snow-capped scenery overlooking the window.  The tall evergreen trees covered with snow calmed my heart.  It was December but not yet Christmas. I was seated on a bus filled with guilt and contemplation.  Were my actions an hour ago reasonable or was I just plain selfish? From time to time, I would dismiss the negative thoughts and marvel at the beauty of the untouched snow we passed by.

I took a paid leave from work so I could take my friend and his companion to the famous UNESCO World Heritage Site in Gifu — Shirakawago. My friend and I worked for five years in the same workplace until I resigned and pursued a training program in Japan.  Coming from a tropical country, experiencing snowfall in winter is a must and probably one of the major reasons that my friend decided to visit.  It was his first time in the land of the rising sun and I was filled with excitement to revisit Shirakawago again with someone from home.

It was 7 am and I was a few minutes on foot from the hostel where my friend was staying when he sent a message. He decided to move the schedule to 8:30 because he woke up late. In addition, he wanted to avail of the free breakfast from the hostel. I was filled with irritation! I woke up at around 4:30 in the morning of winter and walked for 30 minutes to my town’s train station before daylight just so I could be on time. Now, who wouldn’t be disappointed and annoyed?! I decided to keep my cool and just sent him a message to meet me at the bus station instead.

I was on the bus and my thoughts were drifting. My friend and his companion missed the last bus to Shirakawago partly because of a mistake in the direction that I sent. And there I was asking myself, “Am I not tired of traveling to Shirakawago so many times?” It was already my fifth visit.  It would have been a whole new experience if I were with companions.  I was actually looking forward to building a snowman and throwing snowballs at each other. Oh well, it was another solo travel again.

It was the same place, only with a different drop-off point.  The gassho-zukuri farmhouses, the village people going about their daily lives despite the influx of tourists, the scarecrows that remained fixed throughout the change of seasons, the not-your-typical snowmen, the whole ground covered with inches of snow ——-all of these and even more make Shirakawago one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been.  It’s that magical picture of a quaint village that you thought you’d only see in a Christmas postcard.

Was I reasonable to just leave my friend to tend to himself and find the bus stop? Or was I just plain selfish in going to Shirakawago ahead so I could enjoy the scenery?  I couldn’t come up with an answer. The important thing was I apologized. Shirakawago is that charming of a place that would make you feel like others are at a loss for not having had a chance to see it.


Sapporo, Hokkaido 北海道


Out of a sudden, I lost my balance and I saw my bronze Sony Xperia being flown away more than five feet away. I was too surprised at how it even kind of leaped out of the outside pocket of my bag. I was still trying to stand my ground or else I would be tumbling down the ground when I saw a man run after my cell phone and grabbed it.  After I said my “Arigatou Gozaimasu” to him, I immediately ran beside a post to keep myself from being blown away.  There is a department store just a few steps from where I was standing.  I decided to take shelter in it and let the strong wind pass by.

I arrived in Sapporo the previous day.  I decided to spend my holidays in Hokkaido for this year. My December doesn’t seem complete if I don’t experience a white Christmas.  The place has been in my must-see destinations list in Japan.  I only booked for three nights in the hotel because I didn’t know if I could handle the temperature in Japan’s northernmost island.

I had just crossed the street from Otaru Station when the strong wind blew.  I was holding a walking map that I got from the tourist center.  With the unfavorable weather at hand, I deemed it much comfortable to rely on Google map. It took me at least 10 minutes to get to the Canal.  It was hard to take photos as the snow was pouring down heavily and at the same time, I was trying to protect my camera from getting wet. After I walked to the other end of the canal, I decided to head to Sakaimachi Street.

The walk to Sakaimachi Street was terrible.  The pair of gloves I bought from the convenience store was not giving my hands enough warmth.  For the past few weeks, my hands have been having small cuts because of the winter cold in Japan.  I had not eaten anything and I was keeping my eye specifically on ramen restaurants.  I kept getting disappointed as I saw mostly seafood restaurants and cafes serving sweets.  I was too hungry that I ended up eating in 3 cafes that I passed by.  There were actually museums and shops along the way but I didn’t bother to go inside anymore.  I decided to just head back to the station. I just couldn’t take the cold, the wind, and the heavy snow.  At one point, I decided to buy an umbrella because the weather was just too much.  The man told me the umbrella cost 540 yen.  I knew I was being ripped off, but probably I just couldn’t think and act well and so I still ended up buying it.  I honestly felt so bad afterwards not just because I decided to pay for it but because of the illusion I had in mind that everybody in Japan is honest and trustworthy.  It didn’t help that I kept seeing the same plastic umbrellas in other shops with a 200-yen price on it.

I finally reached Otaru station after taking shelter in multiple shops every few minutes.  There was a moment I wanted to cry and kept telling myself I just want to reach the station already.  That’s how bad the condition in Otaru was.  And when I finally was about to buy the train ticket back to Sapporo, the ticket machine was not in service. The train service going to Sapporo was stopped because of the weather condition.

My first travel day in Hokkaido might not have gone well but it didn’t mean I did not enjoy the region.  My friend met up with me on Christmas Day.  I thought I was going to spend the holidays alone. I tasted the most delicious vegetable soup curry in a restaurant called Garaku. I had a beautiful view of Nakajima Park from my hotel. And I finally understood what it means when people say Hokkaido has some of the best powder snow in the world.



Thoughts on Walking

I put on my white Adidas shoes as this is the only pair of sneakers that goes fashionably well with skirts, dresses, and suits.  I hurriedly went down the stairs of my apartment trying to make it to the main street before the school hymn of the nearby school came to an end.  It’s normally my cue to leave the apartment already or else I’d be late for work.

My workplace is a 30-minute walk from my apartment.  I’ve been going to school on foot for more than a year already, so I usually make it one or two minutes before my log-in time.  And that includes grabbing lunch and snacks in the supermarket next to my workplace.  My apartment is situated uphill and my workplace is located in another uphill ground.  It’s like going from one valley to another valley.  On regular weekdays, I walk a total of almost 5 kilometers.  I’ve walked in different seasons and I’ve realized that the different seasons play a big part on what I feel and what I think while walking.


Summer is unforgiving.  The heat is intense and the wind does not even let its presence be known.  I start to pity myself.  My upper clothing is drenched in sweat.  And because of that, I usually bring a towel and an extra blouse.  There seems to be no point wearing make-up.  By the time I arrive in the workplace, I look as if I’d just completed a morning workout.  My hair is messy, which is enough to be stressed out for the day.  Walking in summer feels like never ending especially if it’s an upward slope.  Every turn I take, I would wish it were the last.  And in every step, I’d repeatedly question why I placed myself in this situation.


Summer – Shirotori Garden, Aichi Prefecture



Autumn is the beginning.  I’d like to think of autumn as the start of good things to come.  It’s much more comfortable walking in autumn.  It is when the feel of the cold temperature seems so much more inviting.  The color of the autumn leaves is striking—- may it be yellow, red, or orange.  There is a gingko tree with dark yellow leaves alongside the street I pass by.  I used to hate that tree not knowing what it was because its fruits would fall all over the ground and smell so bad.  Sometimes I would see its owner cleaning up the ground with a broom and I used to pity her.  It made me wonder why she would go through the hassle of sweeping the ground early in the morning.  Sometimes she’d collect a total of four garbage bags full of rotten fruits.  I didn’t understand then that that tree is like a shining star in the autumn daylight.


Autumn- Tachikawa, Tokyo Prefecture



Winter is depressing and lonely.  That’s when all the dark thoughts occupy the mind.  It’s five in the afternoon and the light has retired early.  I shiver in cold as I walk my way uphill with nobody in sight.  Sometimes I daydream I am in the setting of M. Night Shyamalan’s chiller movie The Village.  On rare occasions, I see some students on their way home.  It sometimes boggles me how the female high school students can manage the cold in their mini skirt uniform whereas I, completely bundled up in my coat, scarf and gloves, can still feel the biting cold.  But if I’d have to choose, I’d pick winter over summer because I still look exactly the same as when I leave the apartment—- make-up intact and strands of hair still in place.


Winter- Shirakawago, Gifu Prefecture



Spring is salvation.  The light after the dark.  It’s the season that constantly makes me want to freeze time even just for a minute, so I could appreciate the beauty of cherry blossom trees that line the street.  There are times when the wind would blow and the cherry blossom petals would rain on me.  And in my mind I’d be doing a twirl in my cute dress.  Or sometimes I wish someone would film me in slow motion as I gaze up completely amazed at the falling white pinkish petals.  But, nope.  None of that as I need to hurriedly get to the workplace. But my hopes are still high as I know there are two more blossom trees on the way.  It’s only in spring when I wish that the traffic lights would remain red, so I could enjoy the view of the cherry blossom tree standing near the stop lights.  And as I completely enter the compound of my workplace, another cherry blossom tree lifts my mood up.


Spring- Kakamigahara, Gifu Prefecture


Walking throughout the four seasons allows me to think of different things.  It’s not just a routine to reach my destination.  It’s a process that allows me to talk to myself and solve my worries.  Sometimes I’d go home filled with problems that only people living abroad would face.  In the whole 30-minute walk, I’m usually able to analyze the why’s and how’s of my situation.  By the time I reach home, the negative thoughts don’t linger anymore.  Walking is an invisible friend.  It’s solitary, yet, it brings me solace.

Matsumoto Castle

I waved my hand at the Indian man across the street.  He was wearing a huge backpack and his wife and three kids were trailing behind him.  He stopped and crossed the street again to my direction.  “The bus stop that I was referring to is here,” I said pointing to where I was standing.  “We’re actually planning to just walk there,” he uttered.  Seeing that he has children with filled backpacks strapped on each one of them, I managed to make him decide to wait for the bus going to Matsumoto castle. As the bus had not arrived, yet, his family walked to the Mos Burger restaurant which was just a few steps away from the bus stop.

I sat on the bench while waiting for the bus. I felt impatient.  I was already running out of time.  I still needed to go to two museums and it was almost three in the afternoon.  I might not make it before the closing time.  I checked the bus timetable and realized that it was a better idea to walk.  I would even be like ten minutes ahead of the scheduled bus bound for the castle.  I crossed the street heading in the direction where the Indian man was supposed to go before I waved at him.  I walked hurriedly as a skift of snow was already falling.


This is the facade of the Matsumoto station.


This is a Yayoi Kusama bus.  Yayoi Kusama is a famous Japanese artist from Matsumoto City known for the polka dot trademark in her artworks.



Matsumoto Castle late in the afternoon




The Former Kaichi School Building — the oldest elementary school in Japan


Within the Kaichi School premises


Matsumoto castle at night



Early morning view from my room at Richmond Hotel in Matsumoto


Resident swans at the castle waters


Matsumoto Castle early in the morning


Nabana No Sato – December 2015

I feel like my Christmas isn’t complete without going for a visit to Nabana No Sato in Mie Prefecture.  I went on a rainy day which was what I was hoping for since I wanted to capture the lights reflecting off of the wet pavement.  It just looked alive and dramatic that way.DSC_1069I  was actually surprised that a lot of people came even though the rain was so hard.  It was difficult to take pictures with my camera so I just decided to use my cellphone.  The place was so crowded that you’d have to go through the tunnels maybe thrice (which I did) just to get a shot with few people on it.DSC_1066There were two kinds of light tunnels.  The first tunnel is pictured above.  The second one is the blue tunnel.  The second tunnel changes every year.  Two years ago, the tunnel was pink because of the sakura theme.  DSC_1047DSC_1045I wanted to go here on the 25th of December but I chose the 23rd instead because I didn’t want to be with a lot of couples.  Christmas Day in Japan is  considered a romantic holiday in which you’ll see a lot of couples go out on dates.DSC_1042DSC_1098DSC_1101

The winter illumination in Nabana No Sato is such a beautiful, magical and romantic attraction.  I fell in love with it the first time I saw it.  This is one of the places that I’ll surely keep visiting every year.

How To Go There:

Go to Meitetsu Bus Center just somewhere at the back of Nagoya Station.  You can buy a bus ticket to Nabana No Sato (less than 2,000 yen round trip) on the third floor. Make sure you ask the person behind the counter for the bus schedule so you won’t miss the last bus. Get off at Nabana No Sato bus stop.  The entrance fee costs 2,100 yen. You will be given a ticket with a 1,000 worth of gift certificate which you can use to purchase anything from the stores inside the area.