Another year in the Baka Inaka

So I just started my third year, here in the countryside of Japan, that so many of us call-- the Baka Inaka, a.k.a. Fukui. Obviously, it's not so bad-- or i wouldn't have stayed so long. So get ready for more pics, comments, and bitching about my life here in Japan.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Sapa

After 3 days in the 4x4, we made it to Sapa. By the end of the trip the road looked much like the picture above-- all misty and foggy. It was pretty scarey considering we were driving on a road up in the mountains not wide enough for two cars, in my opinion. So when cars going at super fast speeds came charging at us, forcing us to hug the edge- I was a bit worried. Somehow we reached Sapa in one piece, but the dark foggy streets made me feel like I had just arrived in Silent Hill and not the famous mountain city of northern Vietnam.


There's Matt after his first of many purchases from the tribes women. By the way the picture looks all hazy because it was so damn misty out. I wasn't joking- it was like a scene outta Silent Hill- especially since we arrived at night.


view from our just outside our guesthouse room


that blue stuff is indigo, the tribe women dye their clothes with it every few washes



Park in Sapa



city homes and shops



tribe women selling things out infront of a run-down French style home



Catholic Church in Sapa-
and the market place out front full of tribes people and tourists



women selling food




tourist market area


Food stall/ resturant at the end of the market area
The guy on the left was yelling at me as I went to snap the picture, he was pretty pissed. Luckly the shot came out well. If you couldn't tell, the animal roasted is half a pig.





Tribe woman and her displayed blanket for sale


There's tons of tribes women, especially girls in Sapa. They're families send them out of the village to walk to town and sell their village crafts and goods. Alot of the girls speak English, and suprisingly well-- better than my Japanese JHS students.







Kindergarden- hilltribe in Vietnam


Along the way from Hanoi to Sapa, we saw many beautiful places and met some awesome people, but one of the best days was when we pulled over to take pictures of the gorgeous scenery (seen in the picture above) and we heard singing. Our guide told us coming from a kindergarden near by.


That building, that you see in the picture, is the kindergarden. We asked if it was ok for us to go and see the school. We figured we could peak in through the "window." The kindergarden teacher saw us approaching and gestured that it was alright for us to come in. She even moved some of the kids over and made seats for us.


Of course once we came in we distracted the students and they kept turning around to look at us. All of the children are from various hilltribes that are nearby to the school. They are all minorities in Vietnam, living off in small villages in the north. I believe they were speaking a Thai dialect, but I could be wrong. We got to see the children sing some songs. That was awesome. Check out the video.


For many of the kids, if not all- it was the first time they had seen people like my friends and I. I'm not sure they know what to think or what was going on, but they were really friendly.


The teacher continued teaching and talking to the students. They they had to repeat and recite something, probably whatever the day's lesson was about.
You can check that out in this video.



Isn't she cute?


On the front wall of the class you can see a picture of Ho Chi Ming (Vietnam's most famous and beloved general. You can visit his embalmed body in Hanoi City). The small balck (or green) board had number 1,2,3,4, &5 and shapes. Maybe that's what the class has been working on.


After the children sang for us, our guide suggested that we sing for the kids. The teacher gestured that we should come up to the front. So we did an imprompt-to performance of "Head, Sholders, Knees, and Toes." We tried to get the kids involved, but they were just in aww and perferred staring at us. A few kids joined in.



As you can see, it's the teacher and the four of us doing it. The class stood up but almost no one joined in. I have another shot were you can see one or two of the kids doing it. I don't blame them, I have no idea how I would have reacted if I was one of those kids. It's probably equal to having class and some aliens from outer space joining your class. Definantly weird.


After we left the kindergarden, we saw some older kids playing outside. You can't see it in this pic, but about 30 seconds after I took this, a bunch of the kindergarden kids came out from around the corner on the right. They followed us to our 4x4 and kept waving, staring, and smiling at us. They were defianantly interested in us, but they just didn't know what to say or do. Some of the kids gave us hugs. It was really sweet. Definantly one of the most memorable parts of my trip.

The prison at Son La (in sepia)





























Thursday, January 25, 2007

Denial

Japan's denial of the atrocities they commited during WWII never secess to amaze me. The country still twists any mention of Japanese wrong doing during the war years, forever making itself out to be the victim and how the false news brings disgrace to the people who fought in the war.

The following is about an upcoming documentary concerning the "rape of Nanking."

The Japan Times
Thursday, Jan. 25, 2007

POLITICIANS, WRITERS BACK COUNTER TO CHANG'S 'RAPE'
Filmmaker to paint Nanjing slaughter as just myth

By JUN HONGO
Staff writer

About 40 people, including Diet members, university professors and critics, rallied Wednesday behind a Japanese director's plan to shoot a film putting his spin on the Nanjing Massacre in which he claims the butchery of Chinese by the Japanese Imperial Army is nothing more than political propaganda.

In a news conference held to "strike back against an erroneous understanding of history," people including Upper House members Hirofumi Ryu and Jin Matsubara gathered to support Satoru Mizushima, director and producer of "Nanking No Shinjitsu" ("The Truth About Nanjing"), which will depict the filmmaker's account of what took place in 1937.

Though not present at the news conference held at a hotel in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, supporters of the film also include Tokyo Gov. Shintaro Ishihara and well-known journalist Yoshiko Sakurai.

"Gov. Ishihara has shown his keen support and I am very thankful," said Mizushima, 57, who has taken part in the production of more than 300 films and documentaries, including the 1995 war epic "Minami No Shima Ni Yuki Ga Furu."

"I feel a huge responsibility to spread a correct understanding of history," the director reckoned.

Most historians see the ruling by the International Military Tribunal for the Far East as the commonly accepted version of events. It stated that more than 200,000 Chinese were victims in the Nanjing Massacre perpetrated by the Imperial army. However, the number of people killed and other facts about the incident have been debated for decades.

Mizushima's announcement follows the screening of "Nanking" earlier this month at the Sundance Film Festival in the U.S. The documentary received rave reviews for portraying the slaughter of Chinese by Japanese soldiers.

The movie features interviews with Nanjing residents as well as filmed stage readings by Hollywood actors Woody Harrelson and Mariel Hemingway, granddaughter of author Ernest Hemingway.

But Mizushima, who sees the release of "Nanking" as a "setup by China to control intelligence," claims that film is based on fabrications and gives a false impression that Japanese soldiers committed atrocities and were evil.

He said he feels obliged to counter that film by making his own, which he said will tell the world what really happened.

"The anti-Japan propaganda will spread all over the world and become an established fact. That would not only put shame on the Japanese people but also disgrace those who fought in the war, which is unacceptable," Mizushima said.

Upper House member Ryu of the Democratic Party of Japan agreed, claiming "many people show no concern regarding the issue, but correct history and the truth must be brought out."

Mizushima's film, scheduled to hit theaters in December in commemoration of the 70th anniversary of the fall of Nanjing to Japanese forces, will feature interviews, documentary footage and re-enactments by actors.

But the director vowed the movie won't be bigoted or spread anti-Chinese ideology.

"A part of history is being distorted. My goal will be to tell the facts as they are," he claimed.

Using documentaries to spread different interpretations of history has been a common occurrence, he said.

In 1998, a film featuring the life of wartime leader Gen. Hideki Tojo -- which critics said tried to glorify Japan's wartime role -- was released simultaneously with the Chinese-Hong Kong film "Don't Cry, Nanking," which portrayed the sufferings of a Chinese family in Nanjing during the 1930s.

When Iris Chang's controversial nonfiction book "The Rape of Nanking" was published in late 1997, conservative scholars held a news conference in Tokyo to point out historical inaccuracies they claimed it contained. Chang's book is expected to be released as a feature film in 2008.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

The road to Sapa


Day 1 of the roadtrip- only a few hours away from Hanoi


Vietnamese biker on route to Hanoi, or at least in that direction


Homes and mountains-
alot of what we saw along the way to Sapa


view of a town from the road


shack along the way


Caution!
You may fall of the mountain


View of the valley/ farm area down below,
as you can tell the road we were on was pretty high up


The road varied all the way from Hanoi to Sapa.
There were different rocks and scenery during the trip, it was crazy to think
how different one part was from another just 30 minutes back.


From the left- our guide and my three travel buddies.



Home upstairs/ shop downstairs


Textiles made my the locals.
The town gets some tourists and offers homestays, so many of the homes display
scarves,wall hangings, blankets, and other goods that they have for sale.




Thai Water
Homemade "hooch" made from rice. Tastes more like vodka than sake-


countryside town that where we stopped for lunch


A kettle out in the village "street"- not sure what exactly it's used for.


We stopped in a small village our first day of the drive. We got to go up into someone's stilt house, check out their home, and eat on the bamboo flooring. After lunch we tried some "Thai water" and smoked tabacco out of what looked like a wooden pipe- tabacco bong. We didn't have the correct tabacco- so our guide used tabacco from a cigarette. When I inhailed the tabacco, it went straight to my head. I felt drunk, weak, and as if I might pass out. Pretty strong stuff.


A view from the stilt house


One of the many hilltribe homes we saw along the way.



Thai stilt house we saw near the road




Home of a hilltribe family, although I'm not sure what ethnicity they family is.

I forgot the name of the flower growing in this field. It's supposed to be good to stop bleeding- so people put it over cuts or something.




Motorbike packed to capacity with some sort of vegetable/ herb, not as funny
as the motorbikes with cages full of chickens or pigs- altough it must be
pretty hard driving when you get smacked in the face by greens.







Road construction- we saw lots of it.






Son La Prison
It was used by the French back when they still colonized Vietnam.


During the war the prison got bombed, so alot is rubble.


View from the watch tower where the sniper stood guard,
you can see the barbed wire that was atop the wall in the shot.












Next to the prison there's a small muesum. There was lots of info on Ho Chi Ming and the Communist Party there- partially because alot of the important figures that were associated with the communist party were sent to Son La prison by the French, at least that's the explanation I got.

The view from our car. We spent 3 days in the 4x4 that we boked along with a driver and an Englush speaking guide. Many of the pictures I took were from inside the care as we drove through the countryside and mountain areas. We made some stops along the way, but with Sapa a 3-4 day drive we couldn't stop every time we wanted to take pictures.










The most scenic and beautiful spot during the 3 day drive. This was someplace between Diem Bien Phu and Sapa, The hilltribe women are doing laundry, and others were farming the fields.


A hilltribe man fishing.



My friend with a local tribe woman. She was very friendly and let us take her picture.

kindergarden students getting out of school. All the students are from mixed hilltribes.
We got to visit the school so I'll post more about that later.



School letting out- junior high students




view out the window of our 4x4, [retty high in the mountains


water buffalo


Some of the mountain roads we drove on
along the way we saw many minority groups and tribe people.



Some friends that we made in Diem Bien Phu (hope I spelled that right).
They were so so awesome, they shared their dinner with us, gave us some "Thai water", and we had a fun night together. I really couldn't believe how hospitable they were. Even though we only spent one night with them, we became friends.


different alcohol with random creatures- like scorpions, worms, and snakes - in the bottles


hilltribe home- if I remember correctly it's a Hmong home

pretty flowers and mountainside


hilltribe girls carrying heavy wood on their backs-
it's funny we usually saw women carring heavy things and not many men


small town, somewhere between Diem Bien Phu and Sapa-
the dustiest town in Vietnam








air polluntion- along the way there were some areas with horrible air from
nearby factories. Can't believe people actually break that in every day.


my friends and our tour guide- their wearing scarves (which we got as gifts from our Diem Bien Phu friends) over our mouths cause the air was so bad, it was making our lungs hurt


Not far from Sapa now-
the view was amazing, if not for all the mist-
wish you could see how high up in the mountains we were