I realise that my blog has been an absolute failure lately…
The reason why I haven’t written a thing since, forever, is because I have been so utterly and extremely exhausted every single day since I started studying at Tokai University.
I ended up in a class, that had school activities Monday thru Saturday! This being VERY unfamiliar to me, was too much for my weak body and health to handle. Too many sleepless nights, and too much stress had me out for the count several times throughout this semester.
I had so many days, where I could barely move out of my bed.
I guess it was just a little bit too hard.
But I did all I could, to hang in there, to get good grades, to do good…I really just wanted to do my best, which is all I really can do.
So I fought the entire semester and ended up with a B…Which is fair..but, according to myself, not good enough.
I guess I’m just a little too hard on myself.
In japan you can score S, A, B, C, D and I think fail is E…
so a B is fairly decent, regarding the amount of days where I was absent from school, because of being sick.
As always I can never praise myself, just tell myself that I should’ve done better. I should’ve tried harder… well, it’s easy to say..
The first semester ended with a sort of a party, where we all was supposed to sing a little song, in japanese…
My class ended up performing the song “Ue o muite, arukou” by Sakamoto Kyu. It’s a nice song indeed.
Somehow I ended up singing lead. ^_^;;;
During this year I’ve experienced a lot of things, both pleasant and unpleasent, but nonetheless knowledge about life and about living in foreign contries.
I am sure it has made me grow as a person, and changed some of my perspectives on life.
The next semester is going to be more pleasant I think, now that I have gotten used to the way of life on my dorm (still hate the place though, that didn’t change), and also found some friends among the students at Tokai.
I hope I will be able to attend a higher level class, but I doubt that I will be able to now, after such a long break.
School ended on January 28th (officially) and then the vacation began.
First I just took some days off, just relaxing.
Then it was time to say goodbye to a good friend, who was leaving Japan after only one semester. A sad day indeed.
Good thing we have the internet and facebook to keep in touch!
On February 7th I went to Sapporo for the first time, it was rather cold, colder than I had expected it to be.
The pair of wollen long stockings beneath my jeans didn’t help much against the biting -10 degrees Celsius!
But the snow, oh my the snow, it was absolutely wonderful, and there was so much of it even. I loved it there! Oh, had I only bought some warmer clothes, how I would have been playing in the snow.
The very reason for going to Sapporo, was to see the annual “Sapporo Yuki Matsuri” or in english, The Snow festival.
“Breathtaking and spectacular” are words that immediately comes to mind when presented with the gigantic snow and ice sculptures displayed along Odori park.
Absolutely amazing was it, to see all these sculptures which much have taken days and weeks to build and carve out of the ice and snow blocks. What a work it must have been. I felt extremely inspired by all of this. But I know the best I can do is a 3 balls snowman, with a carrot for a nose and some coal for eyes, like the ones I used to build as a child. I could never do anything this amazing..
You’d see anything from popular anime figures to famous buildings, in scales you’d find it hard to imagine.
Let me show you a few examples below
Iced Dino!
A famous building, made entirely out of snow!
All in all I had a very cold yet amazing experience in the north of Japan.
In Sapporo I had my very first “onzen” experience, aka. we went to a natural hot spring public bathhouse. It was absolutely wonderful.
They had an outdoor pool, with 39-40 degrees Celsius water and the air outside was approximately -10 degrees C.
The combination of the extremely hot water, and the cold air was absolutely perfect. I find it hard to describe how odd it felt, to be sitting outside and see the snow falling while you felt warm and cozy at the same time. Oh how I long to go there again.
Natural hot spring = pleasure!
After spending 3 days in the cold north, I went back to Hiratsuka, in order to prepare for my return to Denmark. The vacation in the spring lasts from end January to the beginning of April, and thus I had decided to go back to lil’ ol’ Denmark, and work a bit.
It was nice being home again, but I was indeed looking forward to go back to Japan and explore Okinawa and Kyoto with my dear friend coming all the way there from Denmark with me.
Our travel plans was to go to Okinawa on March 20th, the day after she was supposed to arrive in Tokyo, we had booked a hotel near Haneda airport, from which we were supposed to departure very early in the morning on the 2oth. We would then stay in Okinawa until the 25th, going back to Tokyo awaiting the arrival of her mother and younger brother, who then would accompany us to Kyoto. In Kyoto we would stay until April 1st, where I then would return to the dorm, and they would continue their holidays near Fuji five lakes, where I would then come by one of the days to join them.
It would have been the trip of the year…no of a lifetime! Alas it never came to be…
I was supposed to go back to Japan on March 14th, arriving in Japan on the 15th…
Yet on the 11th of March, a horrible disaster shook Japan. I suppose everyone knows about the huge earthquake that shook Japan roughly and a bit out of place, and then created a huge tsunami that whiped Sendai off the face of Japan, along with a number of other coastal cities in the northern area of Japan. Several thousands of people, dead in an instant.
I watched the news in despair, fearing the worst for my friends still in Japan. Immediately trying to contact everyone I knew through facebook and e-mails. Yes, I was scared, horrified…how could this happen? Why now?
The worst disaster in over 140 years, in Japanese history, and it had to hit now, this year, where I *could* have been there, hell I should have been there…I wasn’t supposed to have gone back to Denmark during the holidays, it was only something I had decided suddenly. To think that I could have been there, when all this happend.
I was shocked, certainly, but I didn’t really think that all this, would have any real effect on my going back, and the trip to Okinawa/Kyoto.
As the hours went by, following every bit of news there was on TV and on the internet, I slowly began to fear for my return to Japan. Was it going to be ok?
The Fukushima powerplant then blew up, and everyone got really really scared, could this be another Chernobyl? Would it affect the area I was living in? Would I even be able to return?
A lot of worries flew through my mind, my friends seemed alright, but the European girls at the dorm, couldn’t stand all the after quakes that continuously hit Japan. They all decided to go back home. Monday the 14th came, and I was supposed to travel back to Japan, I checked again and again with the foreign ministry, would it be OK to leave? would it be safe? would the trains still be able to take me home?
I heard so many bad things about people hoarding food and the trains not running in Tokyo.
How was I supposed to get over 200 km’s from Narita to Hiratsuka without the trains running?
But the embassy and the foreign ministry told me that it was safe for me to return, as long as I didn’t go near Sendai or Fukushima. Staying to the south of Japan, was the best solution, and since Hiratsuka is south of Tokyo, they figured it would be safe for me to return.
I reluctantly got on the plane back to Japan, my family also reluctantly accepted that I had to go back, since SAS didn’t want to change my return flight, unless I paid for a whole new ticket…So in a way I was forced to back.
When I came back, I met a chaotic scenery at the airport.
As expected, there where no running trains from the Airport, and thus my friend could not get to the airport to pick me up.
I then had to figure out how in the world I could get back to my dorm, which really wasn’t easy, since the only way I know there, is by train.
I saw people sleeping at the airport on blankets provided by the airport personnel, people desperately trying to get the hell out of Japan, while I was trying to go back in..it felt a little awkward, like, I wasn’t supposed to be here at all.
I finally found a bus that could take me as far as Shinjuku, the station from where I normally take the train back to Tokaidaigakumae station (my nearest station), but I was told, that no trains from Odakyu line (the only train line towards Tokaidagakumae) would be running that day.
And of course the battery died on my Japanese cellphone, and I had then no way of communicating with anyone.
Then the most amazing thing happend, a lady, approximately 50-60 years old, asked me if I was going to Sagami-Ono, she had been sitting behind me in the bus, where I had asked a guy about some Kanji I could not read, those kanji where Sagami-Ono (a city approximately 35 km away from my dorm). I had been checking whether I could get back from there or not, since I had been told the trains would only run as far as Sagami-Ono.
This lady though, told me that the trains wouldn’t go, and that she had another route back to her place in Sagami-Ono, and that I could go with her if I liked, she helped me carrying my stupidly heavy luggage, and we then went along on a long train ride to somewhere I don’t even remember the name of, then we got into a cab, that took us to her house. As we arrived there, she hurried into her house with her stuff and then came back out, and opened her car, put in my trunk and then asked me to jump in. She told me, since I looked so tired, that she would give me a ride back home. I was amazed at the kindness of this woman. She didn’t know me at all, and yet she helped me so much, for no obvious reason.
She was a true angel, I even tried handing her money for the gasoline, but she wouldn’t hear of it. She said to me “you need that money more than I do”, and just smiled..all I had, was some chocolate from Denmark, that I gave her as a thank you, she said she’d be savoring the taste as soon as she would get back home.
She didn’t ask for anything like my contacts or my name, she just said goodbye after driving me over 35 km., and then she drove back.
I guess true angels do live on earth!!
Tired as hell, I dragged my trunk up to the 4th floor (I moved to the uppermost corner of the building, as far away from the right side as possible, since there is an archery club to the right of the dorm, where they have a habit of shouting annoyingly loud during their practice, which seem to be going on from around 16.00 to 21.00 every good damned day…so I lost my temper and complained about it, which had them move me to the most quiet part of the building. That is of course one way of solving a problem like that, though I would have found it easier just to tell the idiots down there to STFU, but this is Japan…) and back to my room, I unpacked my stuff, and had a little something to eat, before finally collapsing on my bed…only to be woken up a few hours later by a small earthquake..
The “small earthquakes” continued throughout the night, so I hardly had any rest, since every time I fell asleep, another earthquake started shaking my room up again.
within 24 hours, there had been 7 earthquakes..slightly annoying.
One woke me up, at 5.30 in the morning of the 16th. I got up, because I felt it was pointless to continue sleeping and thought it would be good to go buy groceries. Around 6.30 I got up and got ready to go to the 24hour open supermarket down by the station. I took my bicycle and swiftly went down the hill towards the small town. Arriving at the store, I noticed that certain groceries seemed to be missing… especially bread, milk, eggs, bottled water and canned food was nowhere to be found.. though there was plenty of “raw” foods like fruits, vegetables and meat. Unfortunately I really need my milk, so I had to go search for it, I went to every single convenience store on my way back, but no luck, milk was completely sold out. I then went to the other supermarket in town, only to find that I was there too early, it wasn’t opened yet. I saw a store cleric and asked her what time the store would open, and if they had got any milk left. She told me, they would open at 10.00 am and that they still had some milk, but not that much, so she would recommend, that I returned when the shop opened.
I went back to the dorm with my already bought groceries, and waited until the clock turned 9. Then I went towards the store, I was there around 9.40 and already 50 or more people had queued up in front of the building.
this being Japan and all, everyone was neatly lining up, and they even had a person standing at the end of the line, telling people to line up from there.
Only minutes later, at least 50 more people had joined the queue, and when the doors to the store finally opened, people slowly and nicely went inside..only me, the crazy gaijin (foreigner) was running as fast as I could to get to the milk, before anyone else could go there. and I managed to secure myself 2 liters of non-fat milk. Then I slowly paced around the store, looking for other interesting or useful goods.
Though I didn’t really find anything that interesting and eventually just paid for my milk and went back home.
Noticing on my way out that people where buying excessively large amounts of toilet paper..and that all the bottled water had been completely sold out.
The rest of the day I just spent in my room, waiting for a black out that never happend, because it was cancelled..
I fell asleep rather late, and woke up around 14.00 the next day, freezing..the planned black out for that day was on, and thus the heater was off, leaving my room unheated..the temperature was well below 13 degrees and since I had no electricity, I couldn’t use the internet nor make food, so I just decided to go back to sleep, after dressing myself in warmer clothes. I woke up around 18.00 again, and the power had come back on. I turned on my computer and found my inbox bombarded with messages from a very worried friend, the very friend who was supposed to come to Japan and travel around with me.
She had been extremely worried, since there was news of Fukushima getting into a worsened state, where they where now advising people NOT to travel to Japan unnecessarily and to evacuate if you where within 80 km’s of the Fukushima nuclear plant.
I having slept the entire day, knew absolutely nothing about what was going on, and besides I was over 200 km away from Fukushima anyway, so I didn’t feel any need to panic. Actually I hadn’t really felt scared about anything after reaching my dormitory and seeing that my room looked almost excactly the way I left it, only some of my furniture had moved a little bit due to the massive earthquake, but there had been nothing toppling over, nor any books sprayed around on the floor..
Also the tsunami had not been anywhere near my place, so I didn’t really feel any need to be afraid.
Though my family and friends all where afraid, they where very afraid for my safety! They feared the worst could happen, and they just wanted me to come back to Denmark as fast as possible..but I was still strongly wishing to go to Okinawa and Kyoto. But as I talked to my friend, she and I tried to still keep up our spirits about the trip, hoping that eventually it would turn out okay, even though now it was already thursday. They day before I had booked myself into a hostel near Narita, so that I could stay from friday night until saturday morning, when she would arrive at the airport, from there we where supposed to go on to our other hotel room near Haneda.
As we sat there talking about what to do, I looked around on the internet, to see if I could find any clue to whether the plane to Okinawa would actually leave or not. I could find no such clue, and the uncertainty started to dawn upon the two of us..maybe we should call the whole thing off?
Maybe I should just go back to Denmark again?
I had my boyfriend call Austrian Airlines, to check whether they could change my flight to Saturday or Sunday, it turned out that they could get me on a flight Sunday at 12.25, and I said yes. At that moment, I started cancelling everything, hostels, plane tickets etc. for our trip to Okinawa and Kyoto, my heart was filled with sadness, at the thought of our perfectly planned trip, was never going to happen.
My friend thought it was the best solution, she had been starting to feel bad about going to a country that was still in a state of shock and emergency, she was afraid, that if something bad really happened, we’d just be to stupid tourist’s caught up in the middle of everything, not knowing what to do.
Of course it was better this way. Everyone else at the dorm had already left, only a few Japanese and Tai girls had stayed back, and it seemed also they where about to move out. The otherwise lively dorm was suddenly all empty..only 8 people left at the dorm including myself, the last day I was there.
Friday morning I set out early, to catch the first train of the day. It wasn’t very crowded to begin with, but slowly filled up. It was so cold in there, I imagine they hadn’t turned on the heating system in the trains to save on energy or power.
There was a shortage on electricity because of the problems with the Fukushima powerplant, so every possible measure had been taken to save on energy, including doing rolling blackouts across mid japan, and halving the trains going in and out of Tokyo. Even the trains to the airport had been stopped temporarily.
So I had to go to the airport by “Friendly Airport Limousine”…yeah, that is the name of the busses…
A ticket with that bus cost 3000 yen, which is roughly the double of what I can usually go to the airport for by the local trains. But since they weren’t running, I had no choice but to get on the bus.
It felt so strange, to be going back home already, I had only been in Japan for one week. Honestly I felt rather stupid. It had been better if I had never gone back to Japan in the first place, and just swallowed the price of changing my return ticket from Denmark in the first place.
Still, it was ok to be able to bring back a lot more of my stuff, limiting the amount of things to carry back home, once I go home in September.
Now I am back in Denmark, waiting to hear news from the school, hoping that everything will be OK, that I can return safely to the school before the new term starts.
I hold a ticket to return to Japan on April 2nd., but as of yet I do not know if it will be safe to return.
For now I am just holding up, waiting…hoping, that everything will turn out allright…
wishing that the horror will end soon, so Japan can go back to being itself again..
I wonder how long it will take for Japan to get back up?
Will she be able to get up, after this enormous amount of suffering?
She got up after WW2, she also got up after Kobe, I am sure that she will be able to get through even this…
>>In memory of all who fell to the disaster of 11.03.2011 <<