Fujiyoshida Japan
Monday
17th October 2016
What
an absolute dreadful morning this was for me. The rain was relentless all night
and my tent couldn’t cope with it anymore as water would begin to drip into the
tent more so than before. The bad news was that it was only 6am but I had no
other choice but to evacuate my tent and pack everything up quickly to avoid
important items being damaged. I thought I was the only one suffering but
funnily enough, as soon as I exited my tent, so was Craig doing exactly the
same thing as me.
We
rushed down with our rucksacks to the BBQ shelter that was close to us and what
a relief it was to be sheltered from the rain, luckily with nothing damaged.
We
spent a while repacking our bags especially me as I was intending on leaving my
camping gear behind leaving more room in my rucksack. I couldn’t believe how
much lighter my rucksack was once all the camping gear was out of it but Craig
couldn’t do the same as his gear was borrowed. Instead of leaving my tent
erect, I decided to dismantle it as quickly as I could and pack everything up
the way I originally had it and leaving it at the BBQ shelter.
With
everything finally present and accounted for, we took our leave-saying farewell
to Hirayu camping ground; for only a brief moment, it would provide fond and
harsh memories. The wet walk to the bus terminal was long and hard as it was
still pouring with rain. To keep warm we would often walk through the steam
billowing out the vents from the hot springs that was beautiful but short
lived. It felt great to get shelter from the bus terminal and retrieve our bus
tickets back to Takayama. We waited for a while watching a man sweeping the
water down the drains thinking that he was going to be there for a while trying
to clear all the water away. It was only a short amount of time before the
coach arrived and soon realised it was full of people on board.
An
hour’s drive was ahead of us but steam covered the windows to provide us a view
from the outside world. We eventually arrived to a wet Takayama ready for the
next leg of our journey. We were heading to our next landmark of beautiful
Japan at a place called Fujiyoshida, so we headed straight for the train
station. Our plan was to head to Nagoya which was south of our location to
board other trains to get to our final destination. However, when we were just
about to go through the checkpoint, we realised they weren’t ready to board for
another hour at least. We had no food yet because of the evacuation in the
morning so we decided to a walk around Takayama looking for places to eat. The
next 40 minutes were in vain for us, as we seemed to be wandering around
aimlessly in search for food.
Back
to the train station, we went hoping they were ready which of course they
weren’t. We ended up grabbing a few snacks for the journey then sat nearby the
checkpoints ready for the doors to open. Another 20 tireless minutes went by
until finally people were called through. We were both rushing slightly to the
platform resulting in us being at the front of the queue for the train to
approach.
Speaking
of which, the train had arrived and we were on the front carriage; I was happy
because this train had full view of the front of the train. We were determined
to get right at the front seats and so with everyone clambering on, we did.
What a fantastic feeling it was as we could see the tracks in front of us
including the sight of the driver too. It definitely brought out the 10 year
old boys in us both once the train began to move; we were smiling pretending we
were driving the train.
The
views were breathtaking too cutting through valleys, hills and forests along
the tracks. My favourite parts were the bridges and tunnels as this was
something new to us both and exiting the tunnels with the low clouds was truly
amazing to me. We sat there eating our snacks as though it was a home movie. Watching
the actual driver perform his cabin procedures pointing ahead then checking his
list, speed and signals was very interesting to see.
This
went on for the next two hours but as Craig decided to fall asleep, he missed
something quite special. On a straight bit of track, I noticed something on the
tracks; the driver was honking his horn and as we drew closer, Japanese
macaques scurried their way from the tracks and looked as though they were
shouting at the train that I found funny.
A
very long time passed until the city life returned to our sights that looked
very weird to us both. As we stopped at the station before Nagoya, we prepared
ourselves with our rucksacks. The train began to move only this time, we were
going backwards and it was even weirder watching the city shrink in front of us
and the tracks moving away from us. It was short lived though as we finally
pulled up at Nagoya station.
Off
the train we went heading immediately to the Shinkansen area where we would
board a train bound for Tokyo except we were getting off the train far sooner
than that. We were heading for a place called Shin-Fuji and because we were
shinkansen Jedi now, we figured out what platform we needed to be at. 10
minutes went by until the monstrous but elegant bullet train pulled into the
station. We soon entered the train and took our seats for the smooth and fast
journey across Japan.
Once
we left the city area, I received a most brilliant view of the Japanese Alps
and foothills far to the north along with a low cloud brushing against the
trees. What was even more fascinating was a great shot of a rainbow flowing
along the hills finishing off the perfect picture of Japanese countryside.
A
very long while of gliding across the tracks brought us to our designated
station; Shin-Fuji. Once again, we stepped off looking for information
regarding transportation to our final destination of Fujiyoshida. It looked quite
tough to get to by the map and worse yet, we had to walk to another train
station one mile or so away. Therefore, we took the walk outside expecting
beauty with Mt Fuji at its centre. However, we witness a beautiful sight of
industrial factories billowing smoke out.
Hoping
we were heading in the right direction, we took the walk and then we came
across signs pointing to the station, which was a relief. Suddenly, a young man
approached us realising we needed a bit of help. We accepted his kindness and
so, he took us along the main road not at all sure if he was actually taking us
to the station or taking us to Mt Fuji itself. He then suddenly ran off ahead
of us with me unsure what his intentions were. Craig informed me that he was
getting his car thinking where he was taking us. He was actually planning to
take us to the train station due to the fact it was still quite a long way away
for us to walk with our rucksacks. We rushed in his car and drove off only for
a few minutes until he pulled up outside the station. What a humble person he
was and kind enough to offer us a lift so we thanked him just before he drove
off into the streets.
Now
at Fuji station, our next goal was figuring out how to get to Fujisan station
from here. Straight to information, we went in the hope for some good answers.
Luckily, there were some trains heading in that direction. However, we would
need to board two more JR trains and then a private train to get there. So, off
we went to the designated platform and straight onto the train for Numazu
station. It seemed like a very long time ago since we were on those busy trains
again amongst passengers staring into their phones. The train was also rattling
like mad and it sounded as though the wheels were coming off.
A
short journey brought us to the station already rushing to get to the next
train for Gotemba station. The platform was completely full of workers and
school kids returning home at a dark evening. At this point on the journey, it
began to rain just slightly but nothing compared to this morning. We decided to
skip that train as it looked as though there was no way of getting on without
knocking someone out with our rucksacks. We had to wait for another 30 minutes
at the quiet station until it was time to board. I think by this point we were
growing tired of riding trains all day but this wouldn’t dampen our spirits.
Another
30 minutes went by rocking away on the train finally arriving at Gotemba. Craig
was getting tired at this point with his heavy rucksack so we made our way quickly
to the information desk to find out what train we needed next. Unfortunately,
we received the wrong information at Fuji station about the private train to
Fujiyoshida. Instead, we had to board a bus that we sarcastically thought was
fabulous. More bad news came when we caught sight of a closed ticket office as
well as a bus route and information not helping us one bit. We had to ask a bus
driver for any help when he pulled into the station who was very kind to help
us after his long shift of driving. He informed us that our bus would arrive in
25 minutes time so we spent the time in Subway across the road finding a small
bit of peace and relaxation from a difficult situation.
It
was short lived though as we had to be back at the station. We didn’t have to
wait long for the bus to arrive and like always, we were the only foreigners on
board but thankfully it would take us to Fujiyoshida. We finally sat down not
at all sure how long it would take to get there or how much it would cost us.
In the pitch black, we rode along the Japanese roads and at times feeling as
though we were riding up Mt Fuji with tight turns and steep inclines. It was
quite nerving not knowing how far we had to be but after an hour or so of long
tireless driving, we finally pulled up to Fujisan station with relief now in
our hearts.
It
was dead silent when the bus pulled away but our next goal was getting to our
hostel called Fujisan YOU. We had no choice but to ring the hostel manager
called Marino to help us out as it was close to the check in time expiry. With
luck, she answered the phone and was very happy to help us out and meet us at
the station. We couldn’t believe we were finally here after the treacherous day
we had getting here and all we really cared about was a bed to sleep in.
A
small time passed until she approached us and welcomed us to the hostel as
though we were returning home. We walked into a spacious area full of Fuji
posters and pictures and I soon realised this was my first time in a hostel
type accommodation and I was looking forward to this experience. There was
another guest sitting in the lounge area who was from Oxford named Ross. We all
greeted each other as Craig and I headed to the shared dorm.
What
a fantastic room we walked into as it was a classic bedroom dorm with three
bunk beds and cosy pillows and duvets. The smell of pinewood lingered in the
air from the bed frames and I couldn’t wait to fall asleep on the top bunk.
After acquainting ourselves with the room preparing our beds, Craig headed into
the lounge area speaking to Ross where as I headed straight to the toilet.
However, this was not like any other toilet, I had witnessed the most
futuristic toilet during my time in Japan. As soon as I walked in the room, the
lid lifted open automatically and then a light show began with a type of water
feature. It was truly a magical moment especially for me.
Anyway,
I joined Craig and Ross in the lounge area already joining in on the
conversation. We all spoke about our individual travels, where and when we started
and it was surprising to know that this was Ross’s first trip travelling by
himself which was pretty impressive given the fact I started mine 2 years ago
on a coach trip. Ross seemed like a great person to talk to causing the
conversations to last for the next 2 hours despite our tiredness.
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