You certainly are a brave young woman. I just know someone was watching over you during this adventure. So happy you came out safely, even though you had scratches and torn clothing. Be safe! Mary Lou Johnson
Good question!! If you want a real fast enterance into the Ghibli universe, Spirited Away is probably a the most recognizable of his films and can be a good place to start. That being said, I know you love steampunk, so Castle in the Sky or Howl`s Moving Caste would also interest you. Heck, you and Sam would both love Porco Rosso..Actually I know he loves it because I`ve watched it with him. Maybe you guys can plan a movie night!
As exciting as the trip (oops, bad choice of words) down the mountain was, it seems like the whole adventure was one for the books, slightly bruised ego aside. 😊
Reminded me of the time I climbed Fujisan. Back then, there was no torii (鳥居) on the way up, but there was a small one at the top. Reached the summit at 6 a.m. and saw an indescribable sunrise reflected on the lakes around the mountain. Ah, such bliss; what could possibly go wrong. Um..., that would be the reverse hike down the mountain. I’d gotten off one of the beaten paths and found myself in a field of unstable, razor-sharp lava rocks. Just when I thought, “Oh joy!” they gave way and I face planted and started sliding, feet first on my stomach, down the mountain. After maybe 10 meters, I had no choice but to extend my arms above me and dig my hands into the rocks. Stopped, and the bleeding on the hands stopped after a while, too. I’m sure some Japanese probably thought, “Boy, foreigners sure have some unusual ways of going down the mountain.”
Your trip to the shrine and implications of the torii were enrapturing to read. Other than Fujisan, I didn’t do much hiking in Japan, but spent a lot of time by or in the ocean. Both venues, if not overrun with people, always humbled me. The only things I ever took during these interactions were sea shells, which are a gift from the sea, and pictures. The best pictures, though, were never taken and remain in my mind. 神様、ありがとうございました。
ありがとうございました！Your comment means so much as you share your own experience with being spirited away in Japan (and also falling down a THE mountain)! I am glad you were able to latch onto something on the way down and that the physical damage was minimal. A little ego bruising is good for us from time to time anyways.
I haven`t spent much time at the ocean yet - perks of being a quick bike ride away from Biwako. But, I will try to make it to one of the many coastlines before too long.
Thanks, as always, for sharing your stories! I love hearing about your time here.
You certainly are a brave young woman. I just know someone was watching over you during this adventure. So happy you came out safely, even though you had scratches and torn clothing. Be safe! Mary Lou Johnson
I’m glad you’re still alive!
I know this might be controversial but I’ve never seen a studio ghibli film. Which should I watch first?
Good question!! If you want a real fast enterance into the Ghibli universe, Spirited Away is probably a the most recognizable of his films and can be a good place to start. That being said, I know you love steampunk, so Castle in the Sky or Howl`s Moving Caste would also interest you. Heck, you and Sam would both love Porco Rosso..Actually I know he loves it because I`ve watched it with him. Maybe you guys can plan a movie night!
As exciting as the trip (oops, bad choice of words) down the mountain was, it seems like the whole adventure was one for the books, slightly bruised ego aside. 😊
Reminded me of the time I climbed Fujisan. Back then, there was no torii (鳥居) on the way up, but there was a small one at the top. Reached the summit at 6 a.m. and saw an indescribable sunrise reflected on the lakes around the mountain. Ah, such bliss; what could possibly go wrong. Um..., that would be the reverse hike down the mountain. I’d gotten off one of the beaten paths and found myself in a field of unstable, razor-sharp lava rocks. Just when I thought, “Oh joy!” they gave way and I face planted and started sliding, feet first on my stomach, down the mountain. After maybe 10 meters, I had no choice but to extend my arms above me and dig my hands into the rocks. Stopped, and the bleeding on the hands stopped after a while, too. I’m sure some Japanese probably thought, “Boy, foreigners sure have some unusual ways of going down the mountain.”
Your trip to the shrine and implications of the torii were enrapturing to read. Other than Fujisan, I didn’t do much hiking in Japan, but spent a lot of time by or in the ocean. Both venues, if not overrun with people, always humbled me. The only things I ever took during these interactions were sea shells, which are a gift from the sea, and pictures. The best pictures, though, were never taken and remain in my mind. 神様、ありがとうございました。
ありがとうございました！Your comment means so much as you share your own experience with being spirited away in Japan (and also falling down a THE mountain)! I am glad you were able to latch onto something on the way down and that the physical damage was minimal. A little ego bruising is good for us from time to time anyways.
I haven`t spent much time at the ocean yet - perks of being a quick bike ride away from Biwako. But, I will try to make it to one of the many coastlines before too long.
Thanks, as always, for sharing your stories! I love hearing about your time here.