
Today was a beautiful day and an interesting one to boot. I woke up this morning ready to hike the long stretch to the top of Hieizan. I got out and about around 10 o' clock in the morning, ready to work up a good sweat. Of course before I can really start the day I must practice shakuhachi by the river. I stayed down there until about 11 getting the happy and bewildered faces of those seeing someone play shakuhachi and that someone being gaijin. I returned my flute and notation to my room and set out. My journey to Hieizan began down a road whose path I cross so much, yet nary a time have I ventured down it to the east. Kitayama dori is a major road in the north of Kyoto; it lends itself the width of this ancient city. As expected this road was uneventful and much like its better half to the west. I reached the end of kono dori and headed into the back streets of east Kyoto. I wound my way along a small river, through some small neighborhoods and found a man checking his mail. At this time I was in truth rather lost as to finding the trail head. I thought I should have seen it already, but found nothing instead. I asked the man in my broken Japanese where the path to Hieizan lay. Alas it was but a few hundred more feet from where I was. He kindly took me to the starting point and made sure I understood what he said."Wakarimasu ka?", to which I replied, "umm, I think so." All in all I made it to the foot of the mountain from my sensei's helpful insturctions. I remember him saying,"You go to here and then if you find the trail it is a good hike." Hehe I found it and began my ascent. The first thing I noticed about Japanese trails is that they are often paved for part of the way up into the forest. This is quite odd compared to my homeland trails. I worked my way up the ever increasingly steeper trail. By the time I ran into the first group of fellow hikers I was sweating bucket loads. I said konnichiwa and waving at my sweaty self, atsui. As I progressed the trail began to become quite steep. I couldn't keep up the same quick pace I had maintained for the first hour or so. I began to run across more and more hikers as I went up the mountain side. I marched along more and more getting varied bursts of energy to speed up only to slow down again. Near the top I ran into some American fellows who said hello so I asked, is the top right up there? The one fellow said, oh no your only half way there. I thought to myself, ah crap only half way there and I've been hiking uphill for two hours. After that encounter I walked for only 10 more minutes before I reached the top. Now that I recall that mans answer I see that he drove almost all the way to the top. You can actually drive all the way to the top as there is a road, but I don't have a car and I wanted to do that hike so anyway.. You'll never guess what is at the summit of Hieizan; A french impressionist garden gallery! I was very much surprised by this, but I had to pay the fee and see what this was. Kind of a strange thing to see after a 2 hour hike through the forest. I really ended up enjoying the garden/open air museum quite a bit. As an artist I knew all of the painters represented there, Monet, Manet, Cezanne, Renior, Van Gogh (not really impressionist, more post impressionist, but whatever) and various other excellent artists. None of the painters where actual originals, but I loved to look at each piece just the same. This with the garden designed by French gardeners created another world in a place I least expected it. After wandering around for awhile I decided to head back home as I wanted to get back before it got dark. The return trip was uneventful. I returned home at around 4:40 or so. My feet were sore, but it is good for me yeah? I ate some dinner and met up with Taka. We talked for awhile about Japanese and we watched our resident master chef Olivie cook up some dinner for himself, all the while he is feeding us vegetables of all sorts. After that me and Taka went back to her room and she taught me more Japanese and we talked and talked until it became tomorrow. How I love to spend time with her.. She is a very good teacher, and as I've said many times before as lovley as the day is young (and the day has just begun). Well now it is quite late or early which ever way you take it. Oyasumi and have many a good dream. z z z