The Japanese monsoon hit again yesterday with some thunder and ligthening thrown in here and there. The sewage couldn't quite cope with it why roads were covered by inches of water erasing all visibility of crossovers etc. The level of noise created by the rain was extreme.
After such an evening, - waking up to this beauty of a sunrise was incredible.
This blog has been quiet for years. Focused on enjoying our lives here, taking the time to cave the thousands of moments has been left in the darkness. On the stepping stone to new adventures, it's about time to re-initiate the quest of capturing as much as possible of the beautiful 4 year long stay we have enjoyed in Japan. There will be a lot of nostalgic blog writing going on here, with new stuff added to the site every day. The new posts will be archived under the dates they took place and not the dates they were written. Sorry if this makes it a tiny bit unstructured, - but really...this blog is mostly meant for us to look back at 10 years from now.
Since loosing the game to Japan, this happens whenever we tell a Japanese that we're from Denmark:
This pic was taken at the fish market in Sapporo, Hokkaido.
This Wednesday I was in Copenhagen though. And it rained. And my Danish friends were either still sleeping or on their way to work. So what to do? I trotted to the nearest Baresso, - the Danish equivalent to Starbucks, ordered the usual soy latte sprinkled with cinnamon, took a fair look at my Japanese homework, browsed through my calender (which is sort of the secret hand shake of the Wednesday morning meetings), and sent my dearest thoughts to Keiko, Angela, Megan and Yuri. You are missed!
The beauty of Adatarasan greeted us on a crisp Spring morning. With o bentos and water supplies stuffed in the backpacks, clutching the ski sticks there was only one way to go, - up.
Adatarasan is a 1718 meters tall volcano. It killed 4 tourists in 1997 with it's poisonous fumes, and it is still possible to see fumes today.
Henrik is as always trying to orientate, - not that it's necessary, - the red ribbons tied to branches here and there show the best way.
Surprised to find the volcano THAT covered with snow, - coming from small, flat Denmark, either there's snow in a country on any particular day, or there are not.
Yay! We made it to the top.
The view was stunning, though this shot barely does it justice.
On the way down, a crazy skier went fast, zigzagging amongst rocks and snow-free patties.
One of the best things about Adatarasan is that it some where close to the top, has an onsen in the midst of nothing. We stopped for a warm and soothing skinny dip and continued the journey down. Some walking, others sledging on a plastic bag. Oooh, - and we finished the day's adventures with a cup of coffee in Dake onsen village. Mmmm.
楽しかった！
Together with Meg, Z and Keiko I(B) went to a treasure of a soba place. I swear, - this place serves the World's best soba salad.
Handmade cold soba noodles, thinly sliced radishes and daikon, grinded sesame seeds and topped with daikon sprouts, served with a yummy tsuyuu-like dressing and wasabi.
