December 2023 trip, part 3: Takayama
December 2023 trip, part 3: Takayama
4 January, 2024
All photos are CC BY-NC-SA. I compressed a bunch; email me if you want originals.
- Part 1: Hong Kong
- Part 2: Tokyo
- Part 3: Takayama
- Part 4: Karuizawa
- Part 5: Kyoto and Narita
- Part 6: Seoul
- Part 7: Reflections
- Part 8: Technical projects
Introduction: Takayama (2 days)
Overall, Takayama was nice to poke around, but I wouldn’t make a point of going back.
I stayed in a quasi-ryokan here – nice tatami room (more than 4.5 of them, so no risk of slipping into parallel universes) and a shared bath to finally soak my sad sore muscles.
The town
Takayama is supposed to have this historic town center, but… meh. It’s mostly a rat run for cars, except for one or two really touristy streets. Outside the tiny core, it becomes kind of suburban / industrial pretty quickly.
A hike, but mostly a bus ride
I took a bus into the mountains, to the base of Shinhotaka ropeway. It was around 44 USD round-trip and took a few hours… and wasn’t really worth it. I was looking for a proper mountain hike, but the trail I took was more of a forest service road for the first few hours. It got really nice and kind of snowy-jungle steep, but I couldn’t spend too long enjoying this hard-earned spot, because the last bus back to Takayama was a bit before sunset. The trails here must be easier to explore in summer or if you home-base at a ryokan in the mountains themselves.
The hill at dusk
After the long bus back at dusk, I wandered around an old part of town, winding up at some shrine not really on the map.
There were so many fallen leaves on the way up, I felt like I was swimming through them…
Then suddenly I was at the top, and I didn’t have anywhere to be. Some music started in the distance.
Some time later, I started going down…
I spotted this lamp post somewhere at the bottom of the hill, on some small empty road also not on a map…
And suddenly I felt something that I’ve been trying to put into words for a few weeks. It was kind of like a feeling of peace, or proper stillness. And in that stillness, for the first time in a very long time, I could feel everything moving around inside of me. It wasn’t like a revelation of something I didn’t know; more like something old that I’ve forgotten, or lost sight of – repeated to myself rationally but felt unfamiliar, didn’t really believe.
It’s a little ridiculous I need to go to the other side of the world to “unblock” this inner thing, but… I kind of already knew this; it’s not the first time. It’s a simple formula. A few weeks in loud, unfamiliar cities, with almost no human contact. Let the language part of the brain rot, let that rot ferment into something, then suddenly cutover to a very quiet, empty, natural area.
After this, I returned to reality, had a fantastic sweet potato amber beer and a mediocre burger somewhere, and wandered west with a certain lightness. I hit a mandatory pedestrian underpass that had a sign “it’s unsafe to cross here”, and I may have muttered “well you designed it that way” in my head or possibly aloud…
(To be fair, I was probably salty from all the underpasses in Hong Kong. It was an immaculately well-lit, clean underpass with a bag of salt to toss on any ice that formed.)
On the other side, starting up a steep hill, someone maybe twice my age started following me, or rather, walking the same way – just up an increasingly empty, dark hill. I dunno if they heard me earlier or not. I just walked quickly and lost them eventually. I wonder what they thought of the foreigner with a knee brace and unnecessarily bright backpack marching up a steep hill into darkness.
But steep hills into darkness are a specialty, so…
What’s next
I already slipped on posting yesterday, so I’m not going to try and be ambitious about finishing too much today. Next up, Karuizawa.