<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:04:30.991-07:00</updated><category term='Culture Crossings'/><category term='Gardens'/><category term='Strange'/><category term='Japan 2009'/><category term='Cities'/><category term='About the Blog'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='Finland'/><category term='Planning'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Journal'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Scandinavia 2008'/><category term='Costa Rica'/><category term='Restaurant'/><category term='Cultural Insight'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Costa Rica 2008'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Sweden'/><title type='text'>Aching for the Distance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-8657120606507863205</id><published>2010-02-10T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:37:50.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Food: Onigiri (Japan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kushitei.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/onigiri-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 412px;" src="http://www.kushitei.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/onigiri-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo: Googlesnatched Onigiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onigiri&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Kanji &lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;御握り&lt;/span&gt;, Hiragana &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;おにぎり&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omusubi&lt;/span&gt;, are Japanese rice balls. They are relatively simple to make, especially once you get used to the basic techniques, but you can also buy surprisingly yummy Onigiri in any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;konbini&lt;/span&gt; (convenience store) in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onigiri come in many different varieties. The most common shapes are the little triangles, shown in the picture, and disk-shaped Onigiri. Normally, Onigiri are made of plain, white, sticky rice, and have a single filling in the very center. The most popular fillings are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Umeboshi&lt;/span&gt; (sour pickled plum) and salmon, although any reasonably dry and strong-flavoured ingredient works well... for example, I have made super-American breakfast Onigiri with sausage and egg. There are also Onigiri that have a topping of fish or ginger instead of a filling, and some Onigiri are formed from rice flavoured with sesame, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;katsuoboshi&lt;/span&gt; (fish flakes), or other traditional seasonings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of dried seaweed is wrapped around the rice ball just prior to consumption. The idea of eating seaweed may be a little bit frightening to the uninitiated, but don't be afraid! The flavour of the seaweed is very mild - not even my pickiest friends object to it. The main purpose of wrapping Onigiri in seaweed is to allow you to hold it without getting your fingers too sticky. And, it has a delicious crunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onigiri make great breakfasts and packed lunches. Laura and I started each day in Japan with a nice, filling rice ball or two! Onigiri are easy to eat on the go, although remember that in Japan it is considered rude to eat while walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-8657120606507863205?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/8657120606507863205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=8657120606507863205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8657120606507863205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8657120606507863205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2010/01/food-onigiri-japan.html' title='Food: Onigiri (Japan)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-6613701962241653549</id><published>2010-01-31T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:31:13.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scandinavia 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Naantalin Aurinkoinen (Turku, Finland)</title><content type='html'>Naantalin Aurinkoinen is a small chain of cafes in Southwestern Finland, mainly Turku and it's suburb of Kaarina. The name means "the Sun of Naantali" -Aurinko means sun, and Naantali is a nearby town known for it's lovely sunshine, even spawning the local idiom "to smile like the sun of Naantali".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafe and bakery has a wide variety of goods, from fresh bread and the Finnish favourite 'new potatoes' to pizza, pasta, salad, hotwings, and panini sandwiches. The pastries looked the most tempting to me, though, and I picked the Mansikkajuhlawiener (strawberry pastry) because if you go to Finland in the summer you should eat strawberries at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2W59acw3XI/AAAAAAAAANY/FBwagFmWdQY/s1600-h/IMG_5966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2W59acw3XI/AAAAAAAAANY/FBwagFmWdQY/s320/IMG_5966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432952990215495026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Liisa's shot of my Mansikkajuhlawiener.&lt;br /&gt;It was five times more delicious than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2W3osnf4vI/AAAAAAAAANQ/iw6DNI2m2T8/s1600-h/IMG_5958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2W3osnf4vI/AAAAAAAAANQ/iw6DNI2m2T8/s320/IMG_5958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432950435291849458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: The storefront of the Kaarina branch I visited.&lt;br /&gt;Looks sweet, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their website is only in Finnish, but your mouth will water just looking at it: http://www.aurinkoinen.fi/fi/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Google Map this time, because there are multiple locations. This page on the website shows all the addresses: http://www.aurinkoinen.fi/fi/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=62&amp;amp;Itemid=30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-6613701962241653549?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/6613701962241653549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=6613701962241653549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6613701962241653549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6613701962241653549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2010/01/naantalin-aurinkoinen-turku-finland.html' title='Naantalin Aurinkoinen (Turku, Finland)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2W59acw3XI/AAAAAAAAANY/FBwagFmWdQY/s72-c/IMG_5966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-2951952663153309710</id><published>2010-01-29T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:01:46.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>A View of Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;We filled our arms with beer and juice and took the elevator to the top of Mayumi's building. Our tour book recommended several places for a good view of Tokyo - from where I was standing, this one was hard to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were shocked to be able to see Tokyo Tower (think: Japan's Eiffel Tower) from the little rooftop garden. Laura's sharp eyes also picked out two Ferris Wheels, and Rainbow Bridge, which Mayumi hadn't realized she could see before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tasted Japanese beer, saw the electric energy of Tokyo shining in the night, listened to the bugs hum and buzz in the bushes around us. And I wondered; those poor, lost bugs - how did they get here? How did we?&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                             - Journal, 07/17/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O8S-bKn-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Yz2b7a9DyBM/s1600-h/Tokyo+358+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O8S-bKn-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Yz2b7a9DyBM/s320/Tokyo+358+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432392609719558114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo: Tokyo by night, as seen from a rooftop in Toranomon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-2951952663153309710?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/2951952663153309710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=2951952663153309710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/2951952663153309710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/2951952663153309710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2010/01/view-of-tokyo.html' title='A View of Tokyo'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O8S-bKn-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Yz2b7a9DyBM/s72-c/Tokyo+358+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-6526267619358907493</id><published>2010-01-28T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:15:04.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scandinavia 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cities'/><title type='text'>Chokladkoppen (Stockholm, Sweden)</title><content type='html'>No matter the season, Stockholm's Chokladkoppen is delightful. Perfectly situated in the Stortorget square, the center of Gamla Stan, it neighbors the Nobel Museum and the Swedish Academy, and only the imposing Stock Exchange Building seperates it from the Cathedral and the Royal Palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in Stockholm is expensive, so once you surrender yourself to that idea, Chokladkoppen, where you can put down about 14$ on a slice of cake or pie and a drink and call it a meal, is a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2R-b5XUxxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zJJZoUufrEA/s1600-h/Scandinavia+2008+%282+gb%29+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2R-b5XUxxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zJJZoUufrEA/s320/Scandinavia+2008+%282+gb%29+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432606068235880210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo: The guilty pleasure Liisa and I counted as a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the cafe is a lovely, cozy place in the winter, where you can duck in out of the cold for bowls of cocoa and hot pie. Liisa and I visited in the summer, so we sat outside in the square with iced chocolate and white chocolate cheesecake and watched the world go by instead. Everything tasted creamy and fresh, and the orange slices added a bright, tangy note to both the flavour and the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is delicious, the atmosphere and the location are top notch, and you won't even have to go broke to experience it. I'll definitely be returning to Chokladkoppen during my next trip to Stockholm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/40/Stortorget_Gamla_Stan_Buildings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 282px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/40/Stortorget_Gamla_Stan_Buildings.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo: Chokladkoppen is the orange building in this&lt;br /&gt;picture from Wikipedia's Stortorget article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Stortorget+18,+111+29+Stockholm,+Stockholms+L%C3%A4n,+Sweden&amp;amp;sll=59.325158,18.071083&amp;amp;sspn=0.001286,0.004823&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Stortorget+18,+Stockholm,+Stockholms+L%C3%A4n,+Sweden&amp;amp;ll=59.331044,18.07457&amp;amp;spn=0.001286,0.004823&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;iwloc=r2&amp;amp;output=embed" width="425" frameborder="0" height="350" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Stortorget+18,+111+29+Stockholm,+Stockholms+L%C3%A4n,+Sweden&amp;amp;sll=59.325158,18.071083&amp;amp;sspn=0.001286,0.004823&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Stortorget+18,+Stockholm,+Stockholms+L%C3%A4n,+Sweden&amp;amp;ll=59.331044,18.07457&amp;amp;spn=0.001286,0.004823&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;iwloc=r2" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-6526267619358907493?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/6526267619358907493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=6526267619358907493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6526267619358907493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6526267619358907493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2010/01/chokladkoppen-stockholm-sweden.html' title='Chokladkoppen (Stockholm, Sweden)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2R-b5XUxxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zJJZoUufrEA/s72-c/Scandinavia+2008+%282+gb%29+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-6320372122706378923</id><published>2010-01-25T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:42:04.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa Rica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa Rica 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Photo: Toxic Environment Cow (Costa Rica 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O-9vyUHYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/D3MCXZfJAiE/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+2008+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O-9vyUHYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/D3MCXZfJAiE/s400/Costa+Rica+2008+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432395543547747714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toxic Environment Cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: San Jose, Costa Rica&lt;br /&gt;When: Afternoon, June 5th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my visit to Costa Rica in June 2008, San Jose was holding a CowParade public art exhibit. Dozens of artists had decorated cows, placed throughout the city, in ways that were sometimes beautiful, sometimes hilarious, and sometimes expressed a poignant social or political message. We made it our mission to look for these cows wherever we went. This cow, with it's gas mask, green hooves, and carbon emissions statistics printed in green, warned passers-by against creating a toxic environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-6320372122706378923?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/6320372122706378923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=6320372122706378923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6320372122706378923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6320372122706378923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-toxic-environment-cow-costa-rica.html' title='Photo: Toxic Environment Cow (Costa Rica 2008)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O-9vyUHYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/D3MCXZfJAiE/s72-c/Costa+Rica+2008+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-1524666594388710136</id><published>2010-01-20T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:36:42.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Photo: Buddhapada in Kamakura (Japan 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O0rCBE3VI/AAAAAAAAALw/tiTVE6kOuSY/s1600-h/Tokyo+224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O0rCBE3VI/AAAAAAAAALw/tiTVE6kOuSY/s400/Tokyo+224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432384226907708754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhapada in Kamakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: Kamakura, Japan&lt;br /&gt;When: Afternoon, July 16th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this decorated stone in Kamakura's Hase-Kannon Temple. It is a stylized depiction of the footprints of Buddha. In early Buddhist art, it was considered taboo to directly depict a being as sacred as the Buddha, so they alluded to his presence by showing his footprints, called Buddhapada in Sanskrit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Buddhapada are covered with a variety of symbols. Look at the most prominent one, which looks like a sun or wheel. If it looks familiar to you, you may be thinking of the Flag of India, which has a similar design in the center. The wheel shown on both these footprints and the Indian flag is a dharmacakra, or a "wheel of law", and symbolizes the Buddha's path to enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan's many sacred places are filled with items and objects that are often laden with symbolism.  Knowing even a little bit about the many cultural traditions that make up Japan can add a lot to a trip through the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-1524666594388710136?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/1524666594388710136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=1524666594388710136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/1524666594388710136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/1524666594388710136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-buddhapada-in-kamakura-japan-2009.html' title='Photo: Buddhapada in Kamakura (Japan 2009)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O0rCBE3VI/AAAAAAAAALw/tiTVE6kOuSY/s72-c/Tokyo+224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-2157031905044131929</id><published>2010-01-13T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:32:30.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Late Night Okonomiyaki (Miyajima, Japan)</title><content type='html'>Miyajima shuts down quickly after the bulk of the tourists leave around 4 pm. The majority of those who spend the night on the island eat dinner in their ryokans or hotels, so when 6 o'clock rolled around, Laura and I found that nearly all the town's restaurants had already shuttered for the night. Luckily, the owner of our ryokan told us that a small Okonomiyaki restaurant a few doors down was open until 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2W_g-VJx9I/AAAAAAAAANg/PPSwU37Mfc4/s1600-h/Kanazawa+Kyoto+652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2W_g-VJx9I/AAAAAAAAANg/PPSwU37Mfc4/s320/Kanazawa+Kyoto+652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959098700810194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered yakiudon with shrimp and Laura ordered yakisoba with pork. As usual with okonomiyaki they put just about a whole head of cabbage in each of ours. It boiled down a lot, but there was still more food on our plates than we could possibly eat. It was good, too - the amount and flavour of the sauce was just right. This wasn't the best food we ate in Japan, but it was definitely a solid choice for a 'late night' meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the tiny okonomiyaki restaurant we ate at isn't shown on the map, the best thing to do would probably be to follow these directions to the Ryokan Kawaguchi, and follow the road it's located on a few storefronts north. 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That's Iced Tea with Lemon. Always delicious over your honey oats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-6388543204196130028?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/6388543204196130028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=6388543204196130028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6388543204196130028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6388543204196130028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2010/01/cereal-with-milk-and-tea-in-costa-rica.html' title='Cereal with Milk (and Tea) in Costa Rica'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2PFEaPb4TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/w4xZL6fHKsc/s72-c/Costa+Rica+2008+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-1398472928433705682</id><published>2009-12-14T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:48:49.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa Rica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa Rica 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>La Heredia</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Heredia was much like San Jose. Exteriors were dirty concrete and rusted metal, with the junctures between the two often neglected. To say there was no insulation would be an understatement – a Missouri rainstorm would whip in through every crack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were assigned a scavenger hunt in the Mercado. They divided us into groups to look for items from a list, which we were forbidden to show anyone - we were meant to ask people where we could buy things and how they were used. All of our things (with one exception) turned out to be herbs and spices, so we found ourselves bothering the same people again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of exhausted high schoolers need some sort of authority figure to maintain organization, so when it came time to eat lunch, in particular, there were arguments. For about half an hour we bickered over where to eat, as half the group wanted cheap, authentic food – the kind most prevalent in the Mercado itself, while the other half couldn’t be persuaded to go anywhere near the street vendors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group finally split and I stayed with the Mercado group. The little bar we ate at probably left us more exposed to thieves and pickpockets than any other place we went to on the trip, but I wasn’t at all worried about the food. They prepared it right in front of us, and meat and cheese and cilantro smells wafted over the dirty glass that separated the kitchen from the counter. My first full and real Costa Rican meal - Pollo con Gallo Pinto - was so delicious that I even ordered a cheese tortilla to finish it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Journal, 06/06/08 &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2PIDyDHu3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/NBzt5nqEHzs/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+2008+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2PIDyDHu3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/NBzt5nqEHzs/s320/Costa+Rica+2008+057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432405542838975346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: The Mercado of Heredia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-1398472928433705682?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/1398472928433705682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=1398472928433705682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/1398472928433705682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/1398472928433705682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-heredia.html' title='La Heredia'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2PIDyDHu3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/NBzt5nqEHzs/s72-c/Costa+Rica+2008+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-6928154203179093481</id><published>2009-12-10T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:48:07.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Photo: A Sushi Feast (Japan 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O4X-Z-atI/AAAAAAAAAL4/k5WeAW54hRQ/s1600-h/Tokyo+341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O4X-Z-atI/AAAAAAAAAL4/k5WeAW54hRQ/s400/Tokyo+341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432388297567398610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sushi Feast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: Tokyo, Japan&lt;br /&gt;When: Evening, July 16th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day trip, I returned to Tokyo to find an unbelievably delicious feast waiting at Mayumi's house. The sushi was much better than any I'd ever eaten before. There was sweet eel and egg sushi, chewy squid, flavorful salmon roe, and chewy, translucent squid alongside more familiar varieties. Every bite was amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-6928154203179093481?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/6928154203179093481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=6928154203179093481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6928154203179093481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6928154203179093481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-sushi-feast.html' title='Photo: A Sushi Feast (Japan 2009)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2O4X-Z-atI/AAAAAAAAAL4/k5WeAW54hRQ/s72-c/Tokyo+341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-6895530089641744116</id><published>2009-12-02T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:50:11.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Food: Japanese Shave Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2OxSxdUKXI/AAAAAAAAALg/taf2hSYBOGs/s1600-h/Kanazawa+Kyoto+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2OxSxdUKXI/AAAAAAAAALg/taf2hSYBOGs/s200/Kanazawa+Kyoto+188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432380511611005298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow Cones can be refreshing on a hot day, but I'm usually disappointed by hard, course ice that lets all the syrup slide straight to the bottom of the paper cone. In Japan, I found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kakigōri &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;かき氷&lt;/span&gt;), or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shave ice&lt;/span&gt; - a fabulous dessert which made me reconsider the potential of the snow cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Melon shave ice with ice cream topping. (Kanazawa, Japan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Served not only at carnivals and roadside stands but also in nice restaurants alongside ice cream and cakes, most of the shaved ice in Japan is similar in texture to American snow cones, if a bit softer and more like, well, fresh snow. But at least once, in Nikko, I found shave ice that seemed to literally have been shaved from a block - it was as smooth as ice cream, and had a delightful crispness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The syrup that tops Kakigōri is not unlike that used on American snow cones, with familiar flavours like strawberry, lemon, and grape alongside melon, sweet plum and green tea. It is also common to pour condensed milk onto the ice, adding additional sweetness and richness. Many Japanese also like to add mild sweet bean paste, mochi rice cakes, or even ice cream to their shave ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2OxY71YkSI/AAAAAAAAALo/SGFUkeeDjRc/s1600-h/Miyajima+Osaka+Mt.+Koya+655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2OxY71YkSI/AAAAAAAAALo/SGFUkeeDjRc/s320/Miyajima+Osaka+Mt.+Koya+655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432380617475526946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Laura and I found this incredible Kakigōri in Nikko. The texture was totally different than that of an American snowcone, or even the other Kakigōri we had tasted. Served with strawberries in thick syrup and condensed milk, this was the most delicious dessert I have ever eaten in Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-6895530089641744116?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/6895530089641744116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=6895530089641744116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6895530089641744116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6895530089641744116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2010/01/food-japanese-shave-ice.html' title='Food: Japanese Shave Ice'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2OxSxdUKXI/AAAAAAAAALg/taf2hSYBOGs/s72-c/Kanazawa+Kyoto+188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-4362180781445505286</id><published>2009-11-22T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:02:54.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scandinavia 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Photo: Wooden Reindeer (Scandinavia 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2SBVt-P9kI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vxE2maAFUmM/s1600-h/Scandinavia+2008+%282+gb%29+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2SBVt-P9kI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vxE2maAFUmM/s400/Scandinavia+2008+%282+gb%29+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432609260633585218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooden Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: Skansen, Stockholm, Sweden&lt;br /&gt;When: Afternoon, June 27th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this little wooden reindeer in Skansen, an outdoor museum in the middle of Stockholm. I noticed the way the face is suggested with broad, simple cuts from the wood, as well as the cute pose and the real antlers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-4362180781445505286?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/4362180781445505286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=4362180781445505286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/4362180781445505286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/4362180781445505286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/11/photo-wooden-reindeer-scandinavia-2008.html' title='Photo: Wooden Reindeer (Scandinavia 2008)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2SBVt-P9kI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vxE2maAFUmM/s72-c/Scandinavia+2008+%282+gb%29+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-4017893113855128431</id><published>2009-11-05T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:50:14.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scandinavia 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Photos: Finnish Seagulls (Scandinavia 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2SDIbVSuYI/AAAAAAAAANA/sEFUzEI85Oo/s1600-h/Scandinavia+2008+%284+gb%29+312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2SDIbVSuYI/AAAAAAAAANA/sEFUzEI85Oo/s400/Scandinavia+2008+%284+gb%29+312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432611231314917762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finnish Seagulls I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: The Archipelago Sea, Finland&lt;br /&gt;When: Evening, July 8th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is something of a joke. Since I grew up so far from the sea, I have a certain liking for seagulls. I took dozens of pictures of them in Finland, to Liisa's amusement and disbelief. Yes, I know they're flying rats and all of that, but I love the grey and the white and the way they cry. For me, the sound is shorthand for, "You're far from home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2SpSTNxtTI/AAAAAAAAANI/zzEpV8sFTA4/s1600-h/Scandinavia+2008+%284+gb%29+254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2SpSTNxtTI/AAAAAAAAANI/zzEpV8sFTA4/s400/Scandinavia+2008+%284+gb%29+254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432653182376457522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finnish Seagulls II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: The Archipelago Sea, Finland&lt;br /&gt;When: Evening, July 8th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one vicious little seagull. I don't even know how his wings are moving like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-4017893113855128431?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/4017893113855128431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=4017893113855128431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/4017893113855128431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/4017893113855128431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-finnish-seagulls-scandinavia-2008.html' title='Photos: Finnish Seagulls (Scandinavia 2008)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/S2SDIbVSuYI/AAAAAAAAANA/sEFUzEI85Oo/s72-c/Scandinavia+2008+%284+gb%29+312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-9211498411157549785</id><published>2009-11-04T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:51:41.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Kamakura's Tsurugaoka Hachimangu</title><content type='html'>Basic Statistics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What? &lt;/span&gt; Shinto Shrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where? &lt;/span&gt; Kamakura, Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why?  &lt;/span&gt;It's the most important shrine in Kamakura, which used to be the capital of Japan. It's painted with bright colours and filled with fields of waterlilies. Kamakura, including Tsurugaoka Hachimangu, makes a very convenient day trip from Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How Much?&lt;/span&gt;  Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance to Tsurugaoka Hachimangu is a short walk from the Kamakura train station. Most guidebooks recommend approaching the shrine via Wakamiya Oji, a very long and old ceremonial road that's lined with lovely cherry trees. In the spring it is blooming and beautiful like in this googlesnatched photo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mustlovejapan.com/photo/subject/SA013.flv.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.mustlovejapan.com/photo/subject/SA013.flv.01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was there, it looked like this, which I also liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SvHLvSL0VlI/AAAAAAAAALA/0dkC2hFcc30/s1600-h/9332_1175697714634_1293810513_30756055_1542490_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SvHLvSL0VlI/AAAAAAAAALA/0dkC2hFcc30/s200/9332_1175697714634_1293810513_30756055_1542490_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400321441389631058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tori means you're in the right place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SvHLnYFsNCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ixVjfW0aJrE/s1600-h/9332_1175697674633_1293810513_30756054_8122445_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SvHLnYFsNCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ixVjfW0aJrE/s320/9332_1175697674633_1293810513_30756054_8122445_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400321305535591458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to wash out your hands and mouth with the water here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SvHL2RESEfI/AAAAAAAAALI/Pa6UOsl5McY/s1600-h/9332_1175697994641_1293810513_30756062_397224_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SvHL2RESEfI/AAAAAAAAALI/Pa6UOsl5McY/s200/9332_1175697994641_1293810513_30756062_397224_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400321561348674034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5zBQEZKFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wVlERaKM5P8/s400/Tokyo+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5zBQEZKFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wVlERaKM5P8/s400/Tokyo+057.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow these stairs to reach the main shrine, but notice the large Ginkgo tree on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St50_QxNGDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oZmz65RqNEI/s320/Tokyo+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St50_QxNGDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oZmz65RqNEI/s320/Tokyo+060.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself drawn to this tree for some reason, even though I couldn't read any of the sign posted in front of it. I later found out that it is more than 1000 years old, and that Kugyo Minamoto hid behind it before stabbing and killing his uncle Sanetomo Minamoto, the Third Shogun, in 1219.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5xi00HS1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/YQuLi96Z5_g/s1600-h/Tokyo+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5xi00HS1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/YQuLi96Z5_g/s400/Tokyo+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394874246743149394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the shrine buildings are painted a brilliant vermilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5wOIJTYPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WzGTQEdg-CI/s1600-h/Tokyo+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5wOIJTYPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WzGTQEdg-CI/s400/Tokyo+100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394872791643414770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the fields of waterlilies. I had the good luck to be rushed through them by a crowd of adorable children as the shrine's school was letting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5v6ONC5OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VaVG082RGWo/s1600-h/Tokyo+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5v6ONC5OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VaVG082RGWo/s400/Tokyo+102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394872449672340706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-9211498411157549785?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/9211498411157549785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=9211498411157549785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/9211498411157549785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/9211498411157549785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/11/kamakuras-tsurugaoka-hachimangu.html' title='Kamakura&apos;s Tsurugaoka Hachimangu'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SvHLvSL0VlI/AAAAAAAAALA/0dkC2hFcc30/s72-c/9332_1175697714634_1293810513_30756055_1542490_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-8409680349031958479</id><published>2009-10-20T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:48:35.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Photo: Sunlight Through Tori (Japan 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5ovNcAl0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wGgsG4QeOMY/s1600-h/Kanazawa+Kyoto+309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5ovNcAl0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wGgsG4QeOMY/s400/Kanazawa+Kyoto+309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394864563906713410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight Through Tori&lt;br /&gt;Where: Fushimi Inari-Taisha, Kyoto, Japan&lt;br /&gt;When: Afternoon, July 24th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Fushimi Inari Shrine's long tunnels of famous tori as the afternoon sun hung low in the sky and shone across the covered paths. I love this picture because the black and sunlit vermilion remind me of the wings of monarch butterflies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-8409680349031958479?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/8409680349031958479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=8409680349031958479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8409680349031958479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8409680349031958479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/10/photo-sunlight-through-tori.html' title='Photo: Sunlight Through Tori (Japan 2009)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/St5ovNcAl0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wGgsG4QeOMY/s72-c/Kanazawa+Kyoto+309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-9044932428645343212</id><published>2009-10-19T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:43:47.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Photo: Rainy Day in Kamakura (Japan 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs51/i/2009/258/3/2/Rainy_Day_in_Kamakura_by_Elindomiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 246px;" src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs51/i/2009/258/3/2/Rainy_Day_in_Kamakura_by_Elindomiel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy Day in Kamakura&lt;br /&gt;Where: Tsurugaoka Hachimangu Shrine, Kamakura, Japan&lt;br /&gt;When: Morning, July 16th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining - it was perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-9044932428645343212?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/9044932428645343212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=9044932428645343212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/9044932428645343212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/9044932428645343212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/10/photo-rainy-day-in-kamakura-japan-2009.html' title='Photo: Rainy Day in Kamakura (Japan 2009)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-5988273899572311007</id><published>2009-10-19T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:36:50.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Food: Koya Tofu (Japan)</title><content type='html'>Does freeze-dried Tofu sound appealing? How about intriguing, at least? If you're anywhere near Mt. Koya, you'll probably have the chance to taste this regional specialty. I personally tried it as part of the vegetarian dinner I ate while staying at Sanboin temple. It's interesting, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many foods can be described as spongy, Koya Tofu could easily be mistaken for an actual sponge. It absorbed an immense amount of liquid, has little flavour by itself, and the texture is exactly what you'd expect from a synthetic bath sponge. I was somewhat surprised it didn't taste soapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.borsa.jp/hottopics/koyadofu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 231px;" src="http://www.borsa.jp/hottopics/koyadofu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture: Some Googlesnatched Koya Dofu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-5988273899572311007?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/5988273899572311007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=5988273899572311007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5988273899572311007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5988273899572311007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-koya-tofu.html' title='Food: Koya Tofu (Japan)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-5246896781524165812</id><published>2009-10-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:51:41.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Kyoto's Sanjusangendo</title><content type='html'>Even one of Sanjusangendo's statues of Kannon, the Buddhist goddess of mercy, is impressive. Each one stands life sized and is covered in gold leaf, has eleven faces, and twenty one sets of arms to symbolize the goddess's thousand. Can you picture one Kannon now? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine 1001 of them, each one unique and hand carved from Japanese cypress, crowded into Japan's longest wooden building.  A giant statue of the Thousand-armed Kannon sits in the middle of the hall, with 500 smaller (merely life sized) Kannons on each side. The youngest of the statues are almost 700 years old. The effect is mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.colby.edu/art/AR274/Week_4/Sanjusangendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.colby.edu/art/AR274/Week_4/Sanjusangendo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.nextstop.com/327eb367-3531-4282-b93e-3dee0e9abae3_300sq"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.nextstop.com/327eb367-3531-4282-b93e-3dee0e9abae3_300sq" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As if the Kannons weren't enough, the hall also contains the statues of 28 Guardian deities and of Fujin and Raijin, the terrifying Japanese Gods of Wind and Thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple's exterior, painted a striking vermilion, is worth a look as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.taleofgenji.org/images/sanjusangendo_columns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.taleofgenji.org/images/sanjusangendo_columns.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurry off once you've seen the statues, or you'll miss the fascinating story of the other side of the hall, which has been used for the Tōshiya archery tournament since the 1600's. A small but fascinating display lists the truly awe inspiring records of Japan's best archers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Oyakazu competition, for example, archers shoot as many arrows as they can within a 24 hour period, hoping to 'clear' - shoot the length of the hall without hitting the roof, floor, or pillars - as many arrows as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1686, Wasa Daihachiro shot 13,053 arrows in Oyakazu, clearing 8,133 of them. This averages out to nearly 6 arrows a minute for twenty four hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjusangendo is in Kyoto, Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-5246896781524165812?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/5246896781524165812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=5246896781524165812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5246896781524165812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5246896781524165812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/10/japan-sanjusangendo.html' title='Kyoto&apos;s Sanjusangendo'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-1317367783325371887</id><published>2009-10-09T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:52:13.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Food: Tofu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kippo.or.jp/culture_e/water/food/img/fd_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 189px;" src="http://www.kippo.or.jp/culture_e/water/food/img/fd_18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in America many people are afraid of Tofu. This may have to do with a strong association of Tofu with a vegetarian diet - the idea of a "Tofurkey" served for Thanksgiving sounds to many Americans like an unholy violation of their traditions. Still, I say sadly because Tofu can really be delicious.No one should try tofu only once and decide it's not for them, because it simply comes in so many different forms, with vastly different textures and methods of preparation. I will update this list of featured Tofu types and dishes as I write more about this versatile foodstuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Types of Tofu (or closely related products):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-yuba-japan.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuba: "Tofu Skin" (Chewy)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-koya-tofu.html"&gt;Koya Tofu: Freeze Dried Tofu (Spongy)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-1317367783325371887?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/1317367783325371887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=1317367783325371887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/1317367783325371887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/1317367783325371887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-tofu.html' title='Food: Tofu'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-8328942050643964016</id><published>2009-10-09T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:16:25.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Food: Yuba (Japan)</title><content type='html'>Yuba, also known as soybean skim, is a Japanese food made from the skin that forms on the surface of boiling soy milk. The result is a bundle of thin, rubbery layers of a firm, tofu like substance. Yuba can be shaped in order to texturally resembled other foods, such as chicken breasts, and is often fried to give it a firmer skin. You can even deep fry yuba, like in this googlesnatched photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://utopiankitchen.files.wordpress.com/2006/09/yuba-with-nori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 352px;" src="http://utopiankitchen.files.wordpress.com/2006/09/yuba-with-nori.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I ordered a dish with yuba, I didn't know what it was. This is common in Japan and probably for the best. I would have missed out on many culinary adventures had I been afraid to eat some Japanese dishes based only on their not always appetizing English names! My first yuba experience was a clam chowder, and I almost mistook the yuba for incredibly tender clams. After this I took every opportunity to order yuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with other Japanese Tofu dishes, my advice for yuba is to give it a try. Don't think about past experiences with soyburgers or tofurkey back home. Japan has many soy products in it's cuisine, and they vary widely by texture, taste, and application. You are not guaranteed to enjoy yuba, but it deserves to be given a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-8328942050643964016?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/8328942050643964016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=8328942050643964016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8328942050643964016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8328942050643964016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-yuba-japan.html' title='Food: Yuba (Japan)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-5232725448830144035</id><published>2009-09-25T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:50:21.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Japanese Yen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8f/JPY_coin2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 308px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8f/JPY_coin2.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When in a foreign country, even looking through your spare change can be new and exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The currency of Japan is the yen. In Japan it is represented by the Kanji 円, and abroad by the symbol ¥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use the USD, it shouldn't be hard for you to make sense of the value of your yen. It takes 100 yen to make a dollar, so just think of each yen as a single cent. I found it helpful to mentally add a decimal point to values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;200 yen - 2.00 dollars - 2 dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10000 yen - 100.00 dollars - 100 dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese use coins more than Americans do, so you may have to get used to the idea that a pocketful of change might actually be worth something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest Japanese coin, and yes, it's very commonly used, is the 500¥ coin. It's big, heavy, gold coloured, and worth a little over 5$! As the highest valued regularly used coin in the world, I daresay it's worth picking up if you should drop one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smallest coin is the 1¥ coin. It is tiny and made of 100% aluminum, so it's incredibly lightweight and almost feel like play money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to notice is that two of the coins - the 5¥ and 50¥ pieces, have holes in them. The 5¥ coin is particularly notable. While only worth five cents, it is mostly copper and quite lovely. Unlike every other Japanese coin, it lacks any roman numerals. It is also considered to have a special value because the Japanese words for "Five Yen" - "Go-En" are the same as the honorific word for "Fate". Therefore, the 5¥ coin is very commonly given as a donation in Shinto shrines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/10/5JPY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 82px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/10/5JPY.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures taken from Wikipedia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-5232725448830144035?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/5232725448830144035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=5232725448830144035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5232725448830144035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5232725448830144035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/japanese-yen.html' title='Japanese Yen'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-3670726189623917185</id><published>2009-09-25T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:51:41.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Kamakura's Daibutsu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMmNHhTSoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eUdzdQ3mDFY/s800/Tokyo%20205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 316px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMmNHhTSoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eUdzdQ3mDFY/s800/Tokyo%20205.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No visitor to Kamakura, or even to Tokyo, should miss this Great Buddha. Housed in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the temple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kōtoku-in&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;高徳院)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it is a popular destination and so easy to reach on foot or by bus. Most maps of Kamakura depict the Daibutsu visually, so you need not read Japanese to find your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast in 1252, this Buddha was originally housed in a wooden temple. Notably, it was built completely with donations - no government funding whatsoever. A 1498 tsunami destroyed this building, and crushed hundreds of Samurai who were taking refuge inside, but left the huge bronze statue standing. Some repairs were done in 1960, particularly to strengthen the statue's neck, but otherwise it has been standing out in the open, in it's present form, for more than five hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statue is made primarily of copper, with a large component of lead and tin. Even today we are not one hundred percent sure how it was put together. Originally the statue was covered in brilliant, shining gilt, but over the course of 700 years it has worn almost completely off. Specialists have said that that statue's balance, intelligence, powerfulness, and dignity surpass that of the Todaiji Buddha in Nara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among those impressed by the statue's longevity and serene demeanor are Richard Cocks, who after visiting in 1616 said that the Daibutsu must be larger than the Colossus of Rhodes, and Rudyard Kipling, who, after seeing the Daibutsu in 1892, mentions it repeatedly in verses throughout his novel Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O ye who treated the Narrow Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Be gentle when "the heathen" pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       To Buddha at Kamakura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMpCfmMw5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4UyGPpcwPZc/s400/Tokyo%20203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMpCfmMw5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4UyGPpcwPZc/s400/Tokyo%20203.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go around to the back, you can see that this Buddha in fact has windows! It is hollow inside and in fact for a time it was a den for gamblers and the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can go inside for only 20¥ - about 20 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioned in: &lt;a href="http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/japans-daibutsu.html"&gt;Japan's Daibutsu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources:&lt;br /&gt;http://themargins.net/anth/19thc/kipling.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kamakuratoday.com/e/sightseeing/daibutsu.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-3670726189623917185?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/3670726189623917185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=3670726189623917185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/3670726189623917185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/3670726189623917185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/kamakuras-daibutsu.html' title='Kamakura&apos;s Daibutsu'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMmNHhTSoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eUdzdQ3mDFY/s72-c/Tokyo%20205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-6716613909880270306</id><published>2009-09-23T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:01:31.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Food: Sukiyaki (Japan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="ja"&gt;鋤焼&lt;/span&gt; (Hiragana &lt;span lang="ja"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;すき焼き&lt;/span&gt;, romaji &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sukiyaki&lt;/span&gt;) is a type of Japanese hot pot. Thinly sliced beef, jelly noodles, and other vegetables including cabbage or mushrooms are cooked slowly in a salty-sweet mirin and soy sauce broth. When eating Sukiyaki, each person breaks an egg into a serving bowl and dips what they take from the pot into the raw egg before eating. (This is safe to do in Japan, duplication can't be recommended everywhere.) There are many Sukiyaki restaurants in Japan, and Sukiyaki is also very popular in homes, especially at winter parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrrgqC7mhnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/S0SABy9xvDA/s1600-h/Tokyo+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrrgqC7mhnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/S0SABy9xvDA/s320/Tokyo+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384863317420836466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;My friend's grandmother made us this Kyoto style Sukiyaki the night we arrived in Japan. The textures were certainly different - especially the jelly noodles and the raw egg - but it all tasted delicious. The flavour was a unique mixture of sweetness and umami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-6716613909880270306?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/6716613909880270306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=6716613909880270306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6716613909880270306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6716613909880270306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-sukiyaki-japan.html' title='Food: Sukiyaki (Japan)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrrgqC7mhnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/S0SABy9xvDA/s72-c/Tokyo+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-238061728693034131</id><published>2009-09-21T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:43:21.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Food: Japanese Curry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;カレー&lt;/span&gt; (romaji &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ē&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;, also known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japanese Curry&lt;/span&gt;) is a type of curry with a rather interesting history. During the Meiji era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(1869 - 1913), curry was first introduced to Japan by the British. At the time, India was under the control of Britain, and the British navy often ate meat stews seasoned with curry powder. Most curry served in Japan today comes from this originally British mixture. However, in more recent years many Indian restaurants have also opened in Japan, so it is possible to get Indian curry there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bettywho.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/japanese-curry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 262px;" src="http://bettywho.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/japanese-curry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Curry is usually served with rice, eaten with a spoon, and called &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;カレーライス (curry rice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The most popular meats are beef or pork, depending on the region of Japan, although chicken and duck curries are also available. Common vegetables are onions, carrots, and potatoes.  Another common form is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;カレーパン&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karē pan&lt;/span&gt;) called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;curry bread&lt;/span&gt; or sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;curry dougnut&lt;/span&gt;, which is dough wrapped around a bit of curry and then deepfried. Karē soups are also popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karē restaurants are one of the cheaper options for eating out in Japan. Karē is also very easy to make at home, since many instant powders and blocks are available. If you like, you can easily try it yourself in the United States, since many grocery stores carry the instant varieties &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vermont Curry&lt;/span&gt; and/or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Golden Curry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-238061728693034131?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/238061728693034131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=238061728693034131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/238061728693034131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/238061728693034131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-japanese-curry.html' title='Food: Japanese Curry'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-8144538043250502524</id><published>2009-09-18T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:24:10.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Food: Yakitori (Japan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;焼き鳥&lt;/span&gt; (hiragana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;やきとり&lt;/span&gt;, romaji &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yakitori&lt;/span&gt;) is a type of kebab popular in Japan. Literally, the name means 'fried bird', because most yakitori dishes are made of chicken. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yakitori-ya&lt;/span&gt; are some of the cheapest restaurants in Japan, and are found throughout the country. There are two main ways to season yakitori. One is with sea salt and lemon, and the other is with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tare sauce&lt;/span&gt; (a sweet and thick soy sauce).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/cruisinthemaldives2009/Grilled%20Chicken%20&amp;amp;%20Mushroom%20Yakitori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 286px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/cruisinthemaldives2009/Grilled%20Chicken%20&amp;amp;%20Mushroom%20Yakitori.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This googlesnatched photo shows yakitori with mushrooms and chicken together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;If you are picky about your meat, yakitori may not be for you. When you order your kebabs, you are literally asking for the part of the chicken that you want. For example, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kokoro&lt;/span&gt; (chicken heart), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunagimo&lt;/span&gt; (chicken gizzard), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawa&lt;/span&gt; (chicken skin), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bonjiri&lt;/span&gt; (chicken tail), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shiro&lt;/span&gt; (chicken intestines), and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nankotsu&lt;/span&gt; (chicken cartilage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less intimidating varieties include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toriniku&lt;/span&gt; (white meat chicken), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atsuage dofu&lt;/span&gt; (deep fried tofu), and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enoki maki&lt;/span&gt; (mushrooms wrapped in pork slices).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-8144538043250502524?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/8144538043250502524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=8144538043250502524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8144538043250502524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8144538043250502524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-yakitori-japan.html' title='Food: Yakitori (Japan)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-5245752058681926289</id><published>2009-09-17T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:51:41.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Japan's Daibutsu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/buddhism/1/0/N/4/-/-/UshikuAmidaBuddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 500px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/buddhism/1/0/N/4/-/-/UshikuAmidaBuddha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Japan is home to a number of fabulous Daibutsu, literally, 'Big Buddhas'. These statues vary widely in terms of size, material, personality, and style, from the 120 meter tall Ushiku Amida Buddha, shown on the right, to the Kamagaya Daibutsu, called "Japan's Smallest Big Buddha," which in my mind borders on the oxymoronic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Daibutsu I'd like to showcase is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ushiku Amida Buddha&lt;/span&gt;. At 110 meters tall, it is the third largest statue in the world, and more than three times the size of Brazil's Christ the Redeemer. Although I haven't seen it myself, it certainly looks impressive in this Googlesnatched photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Ushiku Amida Buddha has two things going against it. Firstly, it's somewhat out of the way, compared to many of the Daibutsu which are in famous cultural centers. Secondly, and this one's a killer, the Ushiku Amida Buddha was completed in 1995, making it a whopping 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMmxmAYjeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NGMhb1Bofdo/s1600-h/Miyajima+Osaka+Mt.+Koya+207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMmxmAYjeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NGMhb1Bofdo/s400/Miyajima+Osaka+Mt.+Koya+207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688613095476706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great Buddha of Nara&lt;/span&gt;. This is the world's largest Buddha Vairocana. Work began on this bronze Daibutsu in 747, however, it has been repaired numerous times and had it's head replaced in 1692. It's nice and shiny, but it loses some of it's grandeur since it's crowded inside of a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's a must see if only for the sake of this building: Todaiji's Great Buddha Hall. It is, as it stands today, the largest wooden building in the world - and it's only 2/3 it's original size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMmNHhTSoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eUdzdQ3mDFY/s1600-h/Tokyo+205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMmNHhTSoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eUdzdQ3mDFY/s400/Tokyo+205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382687986436754050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, here's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Great Buddha of Kamakura&lt;/span&gt;. Although he can make no superlative claims, he is listed among Japan's official top 3 Daibutsu for good reason. Cast in 1252, this Daibutsu is more than 750 years old. He towers over the buildings around him while retaining a peaceful, otherworldly presence. Originally covered by a building like the Nara Buddha's Todaiji, his temple washed away in a tsunami long ago, leaving only the Daibutsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMpCfmMw5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4UyGPpcwPZc/s1600-h/Tokyo+203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMpCfmMw5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4UyGPpcwPZc/s200/Tokyo+203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382691102456071058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is located in Kamakura, just a short train ride from Tokyo. This town features dozens of temples and makes a great day trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the best thing about the Kamakura Buddha is that it's hollow in the middle, with windows on the back... and for 20¥, or about 22 cents, you can go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out more in: &lt;a href="http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/kamakuras-daibutsu.html"&gt;Kamakura's Daibutsu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-5245752058681926289?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/5245752058681926289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=5245752058681926289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5245752058681926289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5245752058681926289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/japans-daibutsu.html' title='Japan&apos;s Daibutsu'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrMmxmAYjeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NGMhb1Bofdo/s72-c/Miyajima+Osaka+Mt.+Koya+207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-8870689587722165455</id><published>2009-09-16T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:37:38.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultural Insight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>The Culture of Japanese Warning Signs</title><content type='html'>First, for comparative purposes, your good, old fashioned, everyday CAUTION sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJEDOzZvZQo/Rv1ssMaukaI/AAAAAAAAANk/T295SbuN0xs/s320/Caution%2Bsign.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJEDOzZvZQo/Rv1ssMaukaI/AAAAAAAAANk/T295SbuN0xs/s320/Caution%2Bsign.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think most American's would agree that this is a fairly standard, unextraordinary CAUTION sign. A simple stick figure, a very abstract representation of a human being. It is genderless, faceless, emotionless. Devoid of all context, he trips and falls in a vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signs I saw in Japan were noticeably different. They seemed to say, "You are not the only person in the world - take care not to forget it". From etiquette signs to warning signs, attention is drawn to the human situation, to the emotions involved. Emotional bystanders are depicted as almost as important, if not as important, as the central figure, who failed to heed the warning. This figure, too, takes on a persona: in the case of coming into some harm, he looks horrified, embarrassed. In the case of being a nuisance, he looks self absorbed or wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time on subways and trains, staring at advertisements, people watching (as carefully as I could), and trying to puzzle out the Japanese writing on various things. But my eyes kept coming back to these posters, to what they seemed to say about Japanese values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/26/44268450_39ba1dda71.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/26/44268450_39ba1dda71.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take this shot myself. I actually took regrettably few shots of these signs, considering the awkward implications of using flash photography on a crowded train. Still, this serves as an excellent example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central figure here is a young woman who, being in a rush, decides to try and dash onto a train that is leaving. Well, this is discouraged for a number of reasons. It may delay the train, and it's not very safe for anyone involved. Predictably, the woman gets her foot stuck. As she screams, those in and outside of the train look horrified, anxious, embarrassed, and a wide range of other negative emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message: You are not the only person in the world. If you do something stupid, you will get hurt, you will cause a commotion, and you will draw attention to yourself. Are you sure you're in that big of a hurry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the world's most graceful person. I've lost track of the times that I've missed a step, or slipped, or otherwise embarrassed myself by not being careful enough. Most of these times, I turned bright red when it happened. The pain on the bottoms of my hands or even a skinned knee couldn't compare to my shame at having drawn attention to myself. When people came to ask me whether I was okay, I knew that they meant well, but I wanted to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrG4YmxxZCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ftYBXSsvCUE/s1600-h/Tokyo+390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrG4YmxxZCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ftYBXSsvCUE/s320/Tokyo+390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382285762550129698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this is the only one of the three pictures here that I took myself. It was a bad choice, too, as this is the one that popped up most often when I tried to do a Google Search for others I remembered! But it's a classic for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, looks like someone didn't set their phone to manner mode. If the central characters phone was merely ringing, he might merely have been cast as the thoughtless, forgetful half victim. As it is, he is shamelessly, no, wickedly talking loudly into his phone on the crowded train! This goes beyond disregard for others as he seems to be taking pleasure in assaulting their ears. I for one wouldn't want to be sitting next to someone like that, especially with the red lightening bolts coming out of his shoulders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message: You are not the only person in the world. Only evil people who hate old women and pretty girls would talk on their phone in the subway. Are you evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemisstwig.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/dsc_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.littlemisstwig.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/dsc_0067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this sign many times while in Tokyo, but I did take this photograph of it off of Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two women have been out shopping. They simply can't help themselves and start chatting and comparing purchases on the subway, with their things strewn out around them. Although they are very obviously bothering those around them, as evidenced by the huge white eyes of the bystanders, they evidently are living in their own little bubble and don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message: You are not the only person in the world. Don't take up more space than you're entitled to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exhibit, unfortunately, exists only in my memory and your imagination. If someone has an image of this sign, please let me know! I would love to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central figure in this image is riding a long distance train. She neglected to sit securely enough - perhaps she wasn't leaning back, perhaps she wasn't wearing a seatbelt. At any rate, when the train stops suddenly, she goes flying forwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being about one week into our trip to Japan, I turned to my friend Laura and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see? The girl coming out of her seat looks frightened and anxious enough, but also look at the reactions of those around her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passengers in the other seats, who had been more careful, looked similar to the bystanders in Exhibit One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even the seat is reacting," said Laura, and I realized it was true. Each seat had been personified with eyes, eyebrows, and a little mouth. They were all looking towards the hapless girl, and they, too, looked horrified, anxious, embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message: You are not the only person in the world. Fasten your seatbelt... for everyone's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-8870689587722165455?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/8870689587722165455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=8870689587722165455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8870689587722165455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8870689587722165455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/culture-of-japanese-warning-signs.html' title='The Culture of Japanese Warning Signs'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJEDOzZvZQo/Rv1ssMaukaI/AAAAAAAAANk/T295SbuN0xs/s72-c/Caution%2Bsign.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-5433034284789840697</id><published>2009-09-15T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:11:46.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardens'/><title type='text'>Photo: The Smallest Corner (Japan 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrBHsjCLCwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EShb8e0PPy8/s1600-h/Tokyo+338.JPG"&gt;,&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrBHsjCLCwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EShb8e0PPy8/s320/Tokyo+338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381880385351912194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Smallest Corner&lt;br /&gt;Where: Kamakura, Japan&lt;br /&gt;When: Evening, July 16th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small city, a small street, a small corner beside a shop. What do you find there? In the United States I would expect maybe beer bottles and cigarette butts, maybe a trash can, maybe, at best, a potted plant or a bit of a store window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With about four square feet of ground space, there is a lovely cabinet displaying some art, some ubiquitous and frighteningly realistic Japanese plastic food models for the restaurant behind, and the smallest bit of landscaping I think I've ever seen. The ground cuts away swiftly into a tiny pond, and a tiny tree rises above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost don't know which impresses me more: the scale, or the flawless blending of practical, artistic, and introduced natural beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-5433034284789840697?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/5433034284789840697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=5433034284789840697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5433034284789840697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5433034284789840697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/photo-smallest-corner-japan-2009.html' title='Photo: The Smallest Corner (Japan 2009)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrBHsjCLCwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EShb8e0PPy8/s72-c/Tokyo+338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-5462415330141246702</id><published>2009-09-10T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:38:18.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture Crossings'/><title type='text'>Photo: MakuDonarudo's (Japan 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SqlKfUNxcSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9R8mXnGPg88/s1600-h/Tokyo+013a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SqlKfUNxcSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9R8mXnGPg88/s320/Tokyo+013a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379913131733643554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makudonarudo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: Kamakura, Japan&lt;br /&gt;When: Morning, July 16th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first Japanese McDonald's (Pronounced Makudonarudo's) that I saw on the trip, and one of my first glimpses of culture blending. I liked the juxtaposition between the woman standing there in the more traditional print clothing, looking slightly bewildered, and the advertisements surrounding her. Take a closer look at these advertisements and you'll realize they're a bit confusing for an English speaker. The poster directly behind the woman identifies three different visible products as Chicken, Juicy Chicken, and Juicy Chicken. I'd like to note that all three names are quite different in Japanese. I also enjoy the wrapper around the 'Chicken' that just says 'Chicken'. Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-5462415330141246702?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/5462415330141246702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=5462415330141246702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5462415330141246702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/5462415330141246702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/photo-makudonarudos-japan-2009.html' title='Photo: MakuDonarudo&apos;s (Japan 2009)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SqlKfUNxcSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9R8mXnGPg88/s72-c/Tokyo+013a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-8662677771323334815</id><published>2009-09-02T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:37:38.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planning'/><title type='text'>Photo: The Night Before (Japan 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sp7PpCx5jkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/teUZUAiID6M/s1600-h/Tokyo+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sp7PpCx5jkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/teUZUAiID6M/s320/Tokyo+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376963309154700866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Night Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: Kansas City, Missouri&lt;br /&gt;When: Midnight, July 14th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture right before I fell asleep on the night before our trip to Japan. What you see in this pile is our grand experiment in packing light - everything, down to the shoes - that Laura and I will bring to Japan with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might guess that we came home with a bit more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-8662677771323334815?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/8662677771323334815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=8662677771323334815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8662677771323334815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/8662677771323334815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/photo-night-before-japan-2009.html' title='Photo: The Night Before (Japan 2009)'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sp7PpCx5jkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/teUZUAiID6M/s72-c/Tokyo+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-6884081130047623978</id><published>2009-08-01T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:41:24.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>A Single Photo From Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrG9hUUQFrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wpMkDxa03Rg/s1600-h/Sticker+Welcome+to+Japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrG9hUUQFrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wpMkDxa03Rg/s400/Sticker+Welcome+to+Japan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382291409771435698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura, Myself, and our lovely hosts, Mitsuki and Mayumi. Thanks guys, we're having a wonderful time in your beautiful country! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-6884081130047623978?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/6884081130047623978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=6884081130047623978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6884081130047623978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/6884081130047623978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/09/single-photo-from-japan.html' title='A Single Photo From Japan'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/SrG9hUUQFrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wpMkDxa03Rg/s72-c/Sticker+Welcome+to+Japan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-4122188926222725570</id><published>2009-07-04T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:04:05.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Coming Up First: Japan</title><content type='html'>I will not always, especially as I go back into trips I took before this blog was made, write following my itineraries in chronological order, or present entire trips en bloc. However, in a little over a week I will be departing for a three week trip through Japan, and I thought it would be nice to open the blog with some tales from the Land of the Rising Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been interested in Japan. Video games, sushi, manga, samurai, and most recently the Japanese language have all held my fascination at one point or another in my life. Growing up, I lived across the street from a wonderful Japanese woman, and we used to get together to drink tea and discuss cultural differences. And finally, last year, I was fortunate enough to be assigned a Japanese roommate. Actually, my dorm housed no fewer than seven Japanese students. So, before the year was out, my friend Laura and I had resolved to travel to Japan, visit our friends, and see for ourselves the multifaceted wonders of this easternmost country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the trip approaches we have been putting the last finishing touches on our itenerary. We built our plans around visiting friends and utilising the unlimited rail travel afforded us by the Japan Rail Pass. Luckily, Laura and I had similar interests concerning Japan and what we would like to get out of the trip. Japan is a large country, and one could easily spend a month or more exploring a single one of it's many different aspects: the bustling, chaotic metropolises, the painfully beautiful countryside, the traditional culture of geisha and samurai, the modern one of technological wonders, manga, and kawaii (cute). And is it better to go go go, packing as much as you can into a few short weeks, or to relax and enjoy the decadence of hot springs and fantastic views of Mount Fuji?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and I decided to try for a balance, and I think our itenerary reflects that quite well. On the other hand, our itenerary has certain weaknesses, mostly in the form of lengthy train rides and our budget limitations. We're staying on Japan's main island, Honshu, the entire time, but reaching almost to the furthest ends of it. I am intensely excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll leave the U.S. on July 15th, and arrive in Tokyo on the 16th. We're staying with a friend there, my old roommate, for the next three days. On one day, Laura and I are taking a day trip to Kamakura (big Buddha, temples), and the rest of the time we're doing whatever our host wants to do - she has mentioned a sort of anime museum, and cute stores and restaurants. We'll also simply experience the size and speed of Tokyo, and have fun hanging out with our Japanese friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th, we'll leave Tokyo fairly early for northern Japan. We'll reach Shimokita Hanto, the peninsula at the northern tip of Honshu, where we'll lodge in the city of Mutsu for two nights. If we have any extra time at all, we'll head west to see Hotokegaura (crazy rock formations), or go to a hot spring in the barely settled nearby valleys. Our main point in going to Shimokita Hanto, however, will be to visit sulpherous, ash covered Osore-zan (Fear Mountain), the traditional Japanese gateway to hell and place of lost souls. We'll actually be there for the Itako Taisai festival, where blind mediums summon spirits of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the 21st, we'll leave early again for the longest train rides of our trip. We go back south, and through the mountains, to Takayama. Takayama has areas full of old, preserved wooden houses, an interesting history museum, and the ruins of a castle, and we'll experience the well known morning market as well. The next day we'll go to Kanazawa, home to one of Japan's three best gardens, as well as old samurai, ninja, and geisha houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Kanazawa it's on to Kyoto, the cultural capital of Japan. This is where Memoirs of a Geisha was filmed, and it has an overwhelming number of temples, gardens, shrines, and all those other things tourists go crazy about. We'll spend all of the 23rd in Kyoto, take a day trip to Nara (tame deer, bamboo forests, world's biggest wooden buildings), and then spend another day in Kyoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th we'll head to Hiroshima and visit Peace Memorial Park and the Atomic Dome. This is by far the most sobering part of our trip. We'll move on to nearby Miyajima by ferry, wait out the tour groups, and then watch the sunset over the 'floating' tori and spend the night in a ryokan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 27th to the 30th mark the least certain part of our itenerary. We have a few friends in Osaka we will want to see, and we'll visit Himeji castle, but we may also explore the city of Kobe and some natural areas in the vicinity before we go there. On the 29th we're going down to Koyasan, a mountain covered in temples, and actually spending the night in one. We'll have to wake up at 6 for morning prayers, and eat &lt;i&gt;shōjin ryōri, &lt;/i&gt;traditional Buddhist cuisine. On the 30th we'll either go back to Osaka, or perhaps go back towards Tokyo in the general direction of Mount Fuji. We won't climb it, but it's maybe nice to get a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 31st we head to Nikko for the most relaxing part of our trip. Nikko is home to a few beautiful and elaborate shrines, as well as the original 'see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil' monkeys. It's also very near a number of hot spring resorts and some fantastic nature, so we'll hike and relax and have some time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 2nd we return to Tokyo for the final days of our trip. We're staying with another Japanese friend, who has asked us to save some energy for her! So we're experiencing Tokyo a bit more, especially whatever our friend has planned (she has mentioned a huge indoor water park), and also visiting Tokyo Disney Sea, before leaving on the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uni.edu/becker/japan1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.uni.edu/becker/japan1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467261564155520034-4122188926222725570?l=vandrelysten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/feeds/4122188926222725570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=467261564155520034&amp;postID=4122188926222725570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/4122188926222725570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/467261564155520034/posts/default/4122188926222725570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandrelysten.blogspot.com/2009/07/coming-up-first-japan.html' title='Coming Up First: Japan'/><author><name>Vandrelyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08138695077978310226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4om084ytJ-I/Sk7EhVovhsI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rk1r5sPTU00/S220/5536_1137368356424_1293810513_30647171_1966336_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467261564155520034.post-6159561214395170426</id><published>2009-07-04T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:28:09.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About the Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>I am, at the time of writing, a nineteen year old student at the University of Missouri, Columbia, majoring in Journalism, International Studies, and Spanish. 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