After sleeping two and a half hours, I’m awake and can’t get back to sleep. Ahh, the joys of jet lag!

I’m used to the address system in the USA: some cities are grids, addresses follow a similar pattern (more or less), and that streets have names. In Tokyo, not all streets have names, as their address system is different (please see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_addressing_system for a MUCH better explanation than I can give right now). Because of this difference (and that I never printed a map), and me being jet lagged, and probably because of other-stuff-which-I-cannot-think-of, that is I how I got lost earlier tonight.

Something I didn’t see in the above Wikipedia article (and I’m too tired (lazy?) to look it up), was that the current city of Tokyo was the amalgamation of many smaller villages that grew together over the centuries. The roads followed the organic creation of paths and streets. If you take a look at a map of Tokyo, you will see it. Check out Google Maps or Google Earth or any other map software (or an actual paper map) to get an idea.

It has been years since I felt panic at being lost. Though it wasn’t drining-myself-stupid-with-friends fun, it was a surprising nice change, because I forgot what it felt like to be disoriented and have close-to-no external means of gaining my bearing. Hell, I actually tried using the moon as a navigation point (until it was covered by clouds and it started raining! HAHA!). But, I have a base of operations. Well, a base for one more night after this, then I need to find another night of lodging until I can get a train to Nagasaki on (what day is it?) Wednesday.

While being lost (or while I was creatively exploring), I did manage to get a feel of this area. Where I’m located is an area called Asakusa, in Taito, Tokyo. I am still IN Tokyo, but I’m still trying to figure out how this city is organized. I think Taito is a Ward, and that Asakusa is a neighborhood in the Ward. I also passed by a “Koban”, a police box, and asked the officer on duty where to find a landmark that I remembered (from what I looked up directions earlier last week). The instructions he gave were accurate, though I didn’t have the confidence to fully explore them. (Sorry for my lack of faith, Keisatsukan-sama!) Before passing the Koban, I walked past the same police station twice. I didn’t realize that an officer is posted guard in front of a police station. The people around here are fairly nice. McDonald’s (yes, I went in one) has VERY good customer service. And the location I went to (across from where I excited the Minowa station) there was someone who knew just enough English to answer. Whew!

Time to try to get more sleep (and my battery is running low and I don’t know where the outlet is in my room). Until next post!

I’m sitting in my hotel room (actually, “hostel room”) in the Tokyo Hostel. I got back from doing some planned short-exploring and I’m very thankful there’s a HUGE AC unit in my room, due to the heat and humidity (it was in the upper 80’s when I landed and the humidity was above 70%).

My trip here was not boring. After getting to the airport and checked in, I went at sat at the loading gate for my first leg flight to San Francisco. While waiting for my flight, the guy I was sitting next to, Rob, and I started a conversation. Come to find out that while I was heading to Tokyo, he was headed back home to Shanghai (my understanding is his home is in Shanghai, though he was from the USA). We talked about IT, law, a smattering of another topic that escapes this jet-lagged brain. The boarding started and our conversation ended; I hope he made it to Shanghai alright (hey Rob!).

While on the flight to San Francisco, I sat next to Andreas (I have a picture that I’ll post later, as my eyes are dropping while I type this) who I come to find out lives in New Jersey and he grew up in Germany. I also come to find out that he’s getting studying to get his instrument rating for his pilot’s license. We ended up talking about aviation and other random topics that came to mind. Andreas was heading to San Francisco to attend a wedding for a good friend. I hope he made it to the wedding and back home (hey Andreas!).

The flight from San Francisco to Tokyo was not as eventful, but I did get three seats to myself. And on a Trans-Pacific flight, I’m glad that happened. Though the flight itself was uneventful, I realized an hour into the flight that I had forgotten to print out the details of this hostel, when I was given immigration forms and I didn’t have an address to put in the required fields! I eventually let it go and figured I’d brainstorm something up when the time came.

After watching “The Book of Eli” and “Tokyo Tower – Mom & Me, and Sometimes Dad”, reading from “Idoru”, the time went by. I wish it went by quickly, but almost 10 hours of daylight beyond a “normal day”, after not sleeping much the night before made it go a little slow. As we were nearing Tokyo, we flew over some oil storage/refinement facilities. That normally wouldn’t matter, but since I was only used to facilities from the USA, I experienced both a “familiar” click and a “what the eff?” when looking at them.

After landing and asking one of the officials, I found out that I didn’t need to have an address or phone number. That little bit of stress evaporated, I grabbed my bag, proceeded to immigration inspection (very boring that was) and then the next trick to find a train to take to Ueno. After talking with a customer, I got on the Skyliner (bullet train or “shinkansen”) from Narita Airport. I was amazed at how smooth the ride was- (close to no shimmy) and that the train going through certain stations, it never slowed down! ZOOM! Right on through!

After getting off the Skyliner, I hopped onto a Tokyo Metro train. I made it form Ueno to Minowa station. I exited and realized I had no idea where I was going. After 30 minutes I still didn’t know where I was going. After an hour I didn’t know where I was going. I was walking around in circles trying to find this hostel. Around the one hour 30 minute mark, I stopped back into the Metro entrance, looked at a map (I missed the map a couple of time before… did I mention I haven’t had much sleep?) and found the route to get here. I’m thankful the hostel was listed ON the Tokyo Metro map, otherwise I probably would have had to join the homeless sleeping under bridges, that I saw while on the train to Ueno.

It’s almost 10pm local time and I think I need to try to get some sleep. More tomorrow!

When my parents were visiting me for the USA Independence Day holiday weekend, we went to see the Great Stupa of Dharmakaya on July 5th. We drove up near Red Feather Lake, Colorado, to the Shambhala Mountain Center to see the Stupa.

The drive itself was quite beautiful, through Poudre Canyon, then through Larimer Country road 36. Well, it was a dirt mountain road, so I had to be alert when going up the switch-backs. Nothing like fitting a Ford F350 and a Jeep Grand Cherokee onto a small dirt road with only a few inches to spare!

Stupa 08

When we arrived at the parking lot, since we didn’t know where to go, we followed the signs and found our way to the main area of the Shambhala Mountain Center. It looked like multiple retreats were happening at once, as it looked like all tents and cabins were being used. My Dad went to ask for more information and we found ourselves speaking with a volunteer and he helped direct us where to go to head up to the Stupa. (I wished I would have remembered his name, but we did see him on the way out and were able to thank him.)

We continued to walk up a dirt path marked with flags to show the way.  After a few minutes we found ourselves near an information sign, that had a donation box (to help with the upkeep of the Stupa). After passing that, we found a bridge with Tibetan prayer flags. We crossed and continued our hike.

Stupa 11

Breaking through a group of trees, further up the trail, we were able to see the Stupa and a Torii (which belongs to the Shinto shrine on the same grounds). I had seen pictures of the Stupa before, but I didn’t realize how big it actually was!

When we got closer to the Stupa (just before the first set of stairs leading up to it), we saw a place to leave an offering, or a place to leave a memento for someone to be remembered. Based on how many objects were left, it seems like many had passed by there in recent months. That’s assuming that mementos are not left there indefinitely.

Stupa 17

The Stupa was very ornate, with golden statues, Buddhist iconography, a Mandala wheel’s, and blue pillars helping to support the Stupa. The top of the Stupa had wires leading to four poles that were a good distance from the Stupa base. My guess was they were to prevent lightning from damaging the Stupa.

My Dad, whose curiosity has lasted for all of his life, decided to go look in the Stupa. I had looked in before and saw people in meditation and felt that I should go in. I almost tried to stop my Dad, but decided to let him do what he wanted.

While he was inside, I walked around the Stupa and started getting a strange feeling, which had accompanying thoughts. Though I would like to explain what happened, I think in detail would not be appropriate. The short version is: I got a “spiritual bitch-slap” that helped me see that some things I was doing in my life weren’t the best for me.

Stupa 16

Besides the friendly people who were around, the scenery was the most wonderful part of the visit. While the Stupa was beautiful, it does fall short of the beauty of Nature, but the design and construction of the Stupa is still intricate and amazing.

The walk back to the parking lot was quiet as I was deep in thought and I think my parents let me have the silence. If you are looking for a beautiful place to go, and are interested in Buddhism or are not put off by Buddhism, the Grand Stupa of Dharmakaya is a good choice.

I will go back.

To see all photos from this trip, please see Great Stupa of Dharmakaya.

Back in April of this year, my sister defended her dissertation to get her PhD in Biomedical Engineering. She and my brother-in-law were going to drive through Denver and visit for a night. Due to logistical maneuvering, that wasn’t possible. So, up to Seattle I went! (Thanks to them both for the flight!)

I got in late and after they picked me up from the airport and we got back to their condo, we all crashed for the night. We woke up the next morning about 9am, we walked down the street for some coffee and breakfast food, then we were on our way to visit the Tsubaki Grand Shrine of America.

A Shrine Guardian

The grounds were beautiful, but I couldn’t figure out how to capture the beauty. I do highly suggest visiting. Reading the Shrine’s website will provide anything you want to know about it. Fortunately, Rev. Barrish (the head priest at the Shrine) was there and we talked a little bit about amulets and about a special ritual taking place the next Sunday. Too bad I wasn’t able to go. I will be returning to Tsubaki Grand Shrine again.

Golden pig riding success!

From the Shrine, we headed back to Seattle to Pike Place Market to walk around. It reminded me of the flea market here in Denver, though Pike Place Market is much larger and extensive. Near one of the entrances (closest to the first Starbucks) was the Golden Pig. I don’t know anything about it, though my sis and I sat on it!

We walked from Pike Place to the pier, to get lunch at the Crab Pot and on the way we stopped on the pier for some pictures. Before pictures were taken, I just looked across the Puget Sound. Though I heard the waves massaging the seawall, under the pier, I was and still am amazed at how calm the Sound looked.

Not far from where the pier picture was taken, we found a Hobbit hole! I’m sure it’s just a sewer access door, but I would like to remember it as the Hobbit hole door.

The Crab Pot was a restaurant I wanted to try since I saw it on Man vs Food and I wasn’t disappointed: the food was delicious! And the shrimp were fun to play with, too. If I remember correctly, I think they were fighting over something petty, like who got eaten first.

A troll!

From the Crab Pot, my sister and brother-in-law drove over most of Seattle showing me the places they enjoyed, found interesting, and were very familiar with (like where my sis went to school). One of the sights they showed me was the Fremont Troll (pictured right). The neighborhood wanted to rehabilitate the area and a competition was held to find what should go under the bridge. The Troll won and was built in 1990 (information used from Freemont Troll). If you look at the picture closely, there is full-sized Volkswagon Beetle in the left hand of the troll!

A photo that I wish I would have taken was the largest statue of Vladimir Lenin in North America. We drove past it and I didn’t think about getting a picture at the time. I will get a picture of it next time.

After the Troll, we headed over to see the Ballard Locks. I hadn’t seen a lock before, though I had a basic understanding about how they worked; it was pretty cool to see it working in person! The barnacles that were growing on the walls, near the water, reminded me of the BioShock games (and now that I think about it, maybe even “Pirates of the Caribbean” movie series).

A heron

While at the locks, all three of us saw a heron intently watching the water. We all knew he was hunting, but it was great to see a heron hunting as I haven’t seen a heron before (I don’t believe), I’ve never seen one hunting before, and we were about 7 feet above him. Unfortunately, we were a little too loud and he flew off.

Before we went to bed that night, we went to O’Shan Sushi Restaurant which was VERY good and the prices were reasonable, compared to sushi in Denver. And to top their good sushi, they had a great house sake (which I should have asked what it was). If ever in the Ballard neighborhood, in Seattle, try O’Shan Sushi.

What surprised me about Seattle was how friendly everyone was.  When I moved to Denver almost 13 years ago, I thought Denver was fairly friendly, but Seattle now is the friendliest city I’ve visited yet; I hope that friendliness doesn’t go away.

My Seattle experience was very quick- I was only there for about 36 hours(-ish)! Though the trip was short, thanks to my sister and brother-in-law, they kept the schedule packed enough to allow me to see the overview of Seattle and not feel rushed. I believe I will go back.

To see all photos from this trip, please see Seattle April 2010.

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