So here’s something that happened…

I won the female category in the endurance race, at the Japan Brompton World Championship 

Believe it or not. Here is the proof. I did the most laps and fastest speed.

The endurance race involved competitors cycling on a car race track for two hours. The track it self was undulating. Had a few great downhills… But the uphill section could really take it out of you. I know this as I started off the ride too hard, for the first lap, which then exhausted me for the first couple of laps. Kym suggested at one point (around the 45 minute mark) we could go in take arrest, or only use one tag. Thankfully, we didn’t and stayed out there.. just going round, round, and round the track. I will acknowledge I had no idea I was winning until I was told with two laps to go I was in the lead of the female solo riders. Nothing like that type of news to keep you going! When we finally crossed the line two hours later, I was really pleased to get off the bike.

After the race, as you have just got off the bike, every participant received a medal. The medal for the endurance race was silver, and gold for the Race. At the presentation ceremony each of the top three, received a Brompton prize, and mine was a bag. Woo-hoo! Not bad result given cycling 40+km the day before.

We had a really great day. It was good fun, and we met some great people. 

 

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Kanazawa can be a place that encourages you to philosophise. It is indeed a place where there are places dedicated to modern zen philosophers. With modern architectural gems that are places for learning and contemplation.

Some may say that we are guilty of the following crime.

“We put something between ourselves and the world – literally a camera; figuratively; the project of capturing – instead of ‘just being in the moment’, and so alienate ourselves from experience. We bypass direct encounter with the world altogether, converting it into the shareable memory tokens without having experienced it at all.”

It is not hard to see this at play. It could be the Geisha evening where the fake camera sounds were overbearing, not only disconnecting the photographer from the experience, but all of those around them. Perhaps, it could be the continuous video recording of a stunning internal garden at a samurai house.

We do take a lot of photos, but trust me some of our best experiences are the ones that aren’t recorded. Such as the beautiful dinner we had last night where the immediacy of the experience is important. Lifting the lid to be overwhelmed by delicate and gentle smells can be destroyed by taking a photo. The engagement with the chef and learning about the depth and richness of food. I won’t remember each course and I won’t have a photo – but I will remember the feeling of generosity and richness of the sharing of Japan’s rare seasonal foods.

When we see our video of photos it servers to remind us not only what the camera has seen but what is also unseen by the camera. I am happy to say the the camera, can be direct experience itself – it allows a study of the parts and encourages the operator to consider different perspectives.

The article from which the first quote comes from, suggests that our concerns about the camera “tend to dissipate as the technology becomes commonplace and everyday, and part of that involves the technology becoming transparent”.

I am not sure that I want the technology to become transparent, recording my life like an all-seeing eye. But I do encourage our friends in the front row, and in fact all around us, when watching a show how about not taking a photo – or if that is impossible learn to turn off the fake camera sounds. When the time is right, the camera is a part of the direct experience enriching what we see and perhaps even our perspective.

Samurai house

After breakfast, cycling, more coffee, and cycling we reached the Nomura Samurai House.  The building is where high ranking officials under the Maeda family lived.  It has a lovely little garden and features a range of samurai swords.  The Japanese writing looks beautiful… however when it is translated the subject content is amusing.   It must of been good to be recognised for the difficult work undertaken!

Morning in Kanazawa

Ah.. Back in Kanazawa, first full day and we managed to find a little spot for breakfast with delightful coffee called Curio Esspresso & Vintage.  Their signature coffee is a mocha with zest of orange, and Kym also enjoyed the cappuccino.  

We paired it a breakfast sandwich which hit the mark.

The owner is American from Seattle and provides great advice for English speaking tourists.  From here we wandered down the street to a little umbrella shop, where the owner obviously had a love of cats and kokeshi dolls.  
We decided to buy a couple of umbrellas – very solidly made, and great designs!

A little early…

Pleased to report the flight was uneventful…. Apart from a little turbulence (mum you would of enjoyed it) at the time of serving food.  We were able to watch the Japanese movie “An”, which is only screening twice  in Adelaide (lovely film, which may make you cry).  Kym managed to sleep for about 5 hours…and I think I was asleep for 4.  The flight we were on reached Tokyo at 5am, great for that business meeting, but for holiday makers a little less useful.  After a couple of transfers, walking in circles, loosing a suitcase down an escalator to an inspecting tourists we finally got to Tokyo station found suitcase lockers and decided to walk around  – it was around 7:30.
Coffee in a can

Ginza is a great shopping street… even for window shopping. There were not many people on the streets – unusual to see it so quiet.

We were able to navigate ourselves around given previous visits… and eventually back to the train station.