Since coming back from Kyoto last week I’ve been making my periodic attempt to live off of omiyage, or souvenirs people bring back when they travel, from my coworkers. I have a nice variety of cookies and very generous bag of macadamia nuts, so things are looking hopeful.
It’s still summer in Tokyo, and it’s accordingly hot and humid, but now that we’re in the middle of August it feels like the summer holidays are already over. I was talking to the other 22-year-old at work and we were commiserating about summer as an adult, and how tragically short it is.
Luckily I had the chance to travel last week, having mysteriously scheduled three days off in a row for reasons I can’t remember. And after going to Shizuoka two weeks prior, I had three days left on my rail pass so I thought… why not push it? Why not go somewhere big?
I decided on Kyoto, having never been but having heard so much about it. Actually, I had avoided going because I heard it was impossible to see even a fraction of it in a short amount of time. I was intimated by the long history, the wide variety of cultural sites, the richly colorful landscape that you could spend a lifetime in and still not fully uncover.
So I thought, just go and get it over with. You won’t see everything the first time anyway.
And the more I read about things to do in Kyoto and the more I asked my coworkers, I realized… I didn’t want to do everything. Actually, I didn’t want to do most things.
I have a hard time appreciating historical sites that I haven’t already learned in depth about, and temples, while often stunning, don’t inspire any overwhelming feelings in me. I love going to such places when I’m with people who are really passionate about them, but by myself…
That left me with… not much to do.
And as a result I wasn’t expecting that much of Kyoto, which was perhaps a bit unfair. In fact, my favorite thing that I did was renting a bike from my hostel and taking off, winding around the city on the wide boulevards, darting into the tiny sidestreets, and wandering up and down and up and down the Kamogawa.
I only spent one day and en evening in Kyoto because my rail pass was limited to ordinary trains, which means it took 8 1/2 hours to reach Kyoto from Tokyo.
That in and of itself was an interesting experience, popping up in small small towns, rushing across even smaller platforms to make perfectly timed transfers. I brought a book, but spent most of the time looking out the window and listening to music. I made a list of favorite place names we passed (including 愛野 and 焼津) and saw a torii standing in the middle of a small inlet that let out into the Pacific. Over one thick tangle of overgrowth hovered a cloud of dragonflies visible even from the train. The small stops on the way to Izu have become familiar–the crammed rush of buildings down to the sea, the houses stuck into the steeply sloping hills covered in wild greenery, the steam pouring out of the grown in every other town.
After all of that, reaching Kyoto felt like a hard-won triumph.
Especially after the small, functionality-over-form stops on the way to Kyoto, Kyoto station itself was stunning enough to be worth a trip. Intricate glass and metal geometries coccoon the station proper, and escalators rise out from the track area out of the open mouth of the building to give a beautiful view of the city.
My first impression of Kyoto was highly geometric, and consequently very pleasing.
The first evening, I checked in at the hostel and immediately left again, wandering slowly over a 5k stretch across the northern part of the city to get some famous duck ramen. Somehow I kept finding myself waiting in line for food in Kyoto, possibly because I didn’t know where to eat and so hastily Googled “京都おすすめグルメ” and went with some options off of the “Top 15 Kyoto Foods” that came up.
In any case, the ramen was great, and the walk over was peaceful.
Just going through average neighborhoods was interesting, getting a feel for the differences between Kyoto and Tokyo in terms of architecture and city design. Kyoto, in my opinion, is a lot better organized than Tokyo. The gride is quite neat, and even on the side streets I found it difficult to get lost. I barely used a map while I was there.
The strange thing was how deserted it was by early evening. Perhaps everyone was on summer holiday, or perhpas I was in the wrong part of the city, but I didn’t see many people.
One of the few famous places I saw quite by accident was the Imperial Palace, which had immaculate, quiet grounds.
It was at the Imperial Palace that it sunk in more fully, “I’m in Kyoto…!” It’s still hard to believe that these things are not only possible, but easily achievable.
When I studied in China, during the first week we took an overnight trip to the Great Wall, a more remote part that is known for incredible views during sunrise and quite intense hiking. My dad, seeing the pictures, told me that, when he was a kid he saw the Great Wall of China in atlasses and textbooks, but it had always seemed some terribly remote place, more myth than reality. I took weekend trips there sometimes, and casually climbed around. Now, I take short trips to the old capital of Japan, living in the current capital. These are places I, too, imagined as being unachievable. Sometimes, kind of ridiculously, I look around when I’m on the subway or biking by the Bay and I say to myself over and over, “I live here. I live here now.”
AnotherAnother place that prompted such a kind of feeling was Gion, which is an older part Kyoto renowned for geisha. I have 0 interest in seeing geisha and think that foreigners who go to look at geisha are 70% of the time highly sketchy but…
The neighborhood was lovely. The main street was lined with old sweets shops and restaurants (and the site of another hour long wait that I mysteriously ended up enduring for some off the hook glass noodles dipped in a sweet sauce), and the sidestreets were occupied entirely by old wooden buildings opening into back courtyards that were overly bright and deserted during the day.
It was quite a touristy area but… I was a tourist, obviously, and there’s a reason for it. What I found most interesting was the resemblance to Chinese siheyuan-style neighborhoods where a cluster of buildings huddles around one courtyard once shared by one family, now divided among many.
I spent most of my time slowly walking back and forth through the sidestreets (having been pulled over, naturally, for biking during no-bike hours; I will say, being pulled over in Kyoto was almost pleasant and the policeman made polite and seemingly nervous conversation about the relative strictness of Tokyo traffic laws and told me to be careful when I went back).
I think what I liked most about Kyoto was those intimate clusters of buildings. From the main streets, neighborhoods appear one way, and when you make one turn down a sidestreet it suddenly becomes something else. The character totally changes.
Also, the river culture (if that’s a thing). Many important landmarks (to my limited understanding) grew up around flowing water in Kyoto. For example, part of Gion was dismantled during the war due to the closely-packed wooden buildings posing a fire hazard in the event of a bombing. Before that, many of the buildings were perched directly over a small river flowing perpendicular to the Kamogawa, so the water ran beneath the pillows of guests staying in those establishments. As a result, a lot of poetry was written about that unique architectural feature.
Today, the Kamogawa seems to be a big gathering place. I saw a lot of people wading into the river and sitting in the shallow water, and many more sitting on the shores playing music, hanging out, dancing.
The night before I left, I went to the oldest sento in the city, which had an electric bath. I foolishly thought that meant a bath that was powered by electricity (obviously I don’t know how public baths work), but it meant that the bath had electricity flowing through it. I saw some people enter it, have a Miyazaki-esque hairs-standing-on-end reaction, and then calmly leave. Personally I was really into it, and sat there for a while running my hands through the electric waves.
After that, though, I decided to bike to the river and maybe sit on the shore for a while, but once I got to the river I figured, I’ll head north for a bit. And then a bit more and a bit more.
I have learned this about myself–when put on a flat road that continues indefinitely, I will bike indefinitely. Once put in motion, I stay in motion unless there’s a geographical barrier, which there usually isn’t on riverside paths.
So I biked a bit out of Kyoto into the mountains, to where the name Kamogawa changes in how it’s written. South of a certain point, it uses the character meaning “duck” and north, it uses different characters.
According to my lazy, hasty research just now (no explanation was found in English, so maybe this isn’t even correct but!), there’s a place called Kamogawa Ohashi, which is a bridge where two separate rivers converge, and that bridge uses the different characters (賀茂川大橋). Thus, north of the bridge is the 賀茂川 and south is 鴨川 and both are read as Kamogawa.
This was certainly my favorite part of the trip. All the way up it was dead quiet except for cicadas and the fast flowing river, and pitch dark except for my bike light jostling along. On the way back down, I passed people sitting quietly in the dark together, and more people sitting in big groups with little fireworks and instruments that sounded like steel drums, pouring gentle music out into the night and across a small delta in the river.
Having gone to Kyoto, I am very glad I live in Tokyo because I still prefer the giant crush of the city and the constant overstimulation. However, having seen almost nothing that Kyoto is actually known for, I really understand some people’s love of the city.
There’s a really lovely atmosphere, and a worn elegance about the city that beautiful without being outdated. It has a really cultural feel, if that makes sense. I really felt like I was walking in a historic place, but it was still very much alive and energetic; relaxing without being dull and well-preserved without being ossified. It’s also humbling, having so much history and traditional culture woven seamlessly into a contemporary city. It gives the city an awe-inspiring weight.
I would really love to go back sometime, for a longer period and spend more time stopping in places instead of endlessly wandering, but this past trip far exceeded expectations. I also spent a ton of time filming, so expect a short Kyoto film soon!