Okinawa in March : no typhun, no tourists, no heat wave ; but still flowers, fruits, sun, cocktails and ice-creams...
Here are a few samples of Okinawa's treasures; more details coming soon...

Sun !


Sea !


Flowers !


Fruits !


Cocktails !


HOLIDAYS !!!

A bit more difficult to enjoy:

Frog-purses


Snake alcohol

To be continued !

Japanese Autumn is sweet, definitely sweeter than Paris' one, but still I needed more sun before begining my internship - three months sat in an office when I will barely see the sun shining...
So, I flought to the sunny Guam (USA), a southern island of the Mariannas' archipelago, in the Pacific Ocean : around 3 hours by plane from Tokyo, the ideal place to rest for the Japanese, and a little change for me because local people here speak Japanese more than English, even to me ! An appendix of Japan, if I can say. It's very clean, very organized, very Japanese-friendly (ramen-ya at every corner). But with a little change that makes all the difference...

First, Guam is EMPTY. The streets are surrounded by the same Ginza-style shops, the same international food restaurants than in Japan, but you have so much space everywhere - ceiling are highs, streets are wide, and you feel so much confortable in this micro-island than on the main-land of Honshu... because people don't live here like sardins in a can...

The hotel pool, empty...

The streets, empty...


The beach, empty...


The bar, empty...


The aquarium, empty...

Then, Guam is bright. The sun, the water, even the grass is shiny as if there where pigments to reflect the light from everywhere, so you absolutely need to wear sunglasses, even the Japanese. How can nature make the things so different, from the dark volcano-ground Japanese beaches and the ultra-white seashores of Guam ?

Sooooo transparent water


Blue lagoon


Bright beach


Underwater


Underground colors effects


Surface coral art

Finally, it is USA after all, and the Japanese are not at home, even if everything is kind of made for them. I heard many of them doing an effort to speak in English with the local people on the shops for example, even if they really didn't need to do so. In addition, I was welcome everywhere with a "happy Thanksgiving" and I could see a huge pannel saying "We support our troops" at the top of the airport entrance, which is definitely not very in the Japanese spirit. But from the bus, it seems that I was the only one to notice the message... Polite blindness or fear to get involved in any political subject ?
I also felt that I was going to the USA at the check point of the international airport of Guam, where I had to answer to the most intimate questions about my "strange" interest for Japan, and about with who I was travalling and why this choice. But in the absence of US visa, I had no right in front of the final decision of the custom guy and if he decided not to let me enter, I could only take my flight back to Tokyo... So, I answered to everything smiling like a good girl and I let the person in front of me to play with my fate around 7 minutes before allowing me to receive the precious stamp on my passport... Jeezus.

Japan, USA, Guam...


Two girls from Kansai who absolutely wanted to take a picture with me... I am so exotic


Guam : a Chrismas tree and tropical plants

Guam is also a little Marketing Paradise where everything is based on the themes of flowers, fruits and exotism - hawaiian style clothes, hair flowers, perfumed skin-care, coconut soaps, fruity cocktails, scented candles - and as all is moderatly cheap, you can't prevent yourself to fall for all these colors, all these smells ; and you shop... and shop... Guam is a brand itself, in addition with the commodity of the malls which propose the same global stuff you can find all over the world, from Prada to Vuitton, Givenchy and Chanel.

Cocktails...

... Cocktails...


... and Cocktails.


Aquarium-bar

But if you take a bus for a few miles (yes, we are in the USA, remember), then you discover an untouched nature, very impressive : the deep blue of the sea, the strength of the wind, the schock between the high cliff and the sweet beach... You can still imagine the lifestyle of the Chamorros before the Spanish came on the island, despite the routine of tourism and the confort established for the high-demanding Japanese travellers...

I had a very good time at Guam, and I encourage all the Tokyo-addicts to take a break once in this Japanese Paradise...

It is my second stay, but it seems that I love this city more and more every time. Hiroshima, peaceful and sunny city which doesn't even look at the scars of the past...
Welcome again at the Yamamoto family's place, I could enjoy delicious hand-made okonomiyaki, navigate between broken Japanese and local language, and feel the air of the survivor city.
Thanks again to Yukimi, her mother and brother for this great week-end.

先週末大好きな広島に行って、二回目だったけど本当にこの町に感心があるようになったと思います。いつも静かで明るい雰囲気ので、積極的な町の漢字があります。
も一度山本のところでホムステーをしてもらって、とても楽しかったです。うまいお好み焼きを食べて、広島の話し方を分かってみて、あの場所の一般的な力をもらえたと思います。
幸美ちゃん、お母さん、弟さん、春香ちゃん、ありがとうございました！

Hiroshima


Hiroshima Castle


Hiroshima Castle






Wedding ceremony



Shukkeien Gardens




















Almost a village




The University


Yamamoto's neighbourhood


Yummy okonomiyaki


Hiroshima friends

Tokyo is not Japan. We have been said this so many times, as if all the capitals of the world were not special, existing by themselves while embodying the whole country at the same time. Capitals are a world apart, and maybe, it's true, Tokyo especially differs from the rest of the Japan because of its international airport, because of its cosmopolitan population, because of its business-oriented lifestyle. But... surprise ! Two hours by Shinkansen later, you are in Kobe, more international, cosmopolitan and business-oriented than Tokyo. And a few kilometers away, you enter Kyoto, the old capital, which is paradoxically the symbole of "true", "deep" and "before-the-gaijin-forced-us-to-open-up-to-the-world-and-brought-us-plegs-such-as-imperialistic-desire-and-war-and-loss-of-bushido" Japanese thinking. Do the capitals have to die to represent correctly the national spirit, finally ?...

Whatever the answer, here are the faces of us, ETP guys, playing around in Kansai.