Adventures in stuff I’ve never done before…

5:28am: The sun is rising, the cats are fighting, the eyes are opening, dagnabbit I’m awake.

5:32am: I’m on my bike cycling through the morning mist while the dew is still on the rice in the paddy fields. I’ve never seen 5:30am from a bicycle before. I’ve seen it through car windows, plane windows, airport windows and tent flaps, but never from a bike. It’s really quite pretty and serene. I’m breathing deeply and enjoying the silence. I should do this every day.

5:59am: What on earth was I thinking, and why didn’t I eat breakfast first? I’m never doing this again. Oh good! I’m nearly home.

6:00am: Hooray! I have a witness!! Annelie’s just walking out the door with watering jugs on her way to the garden and can testify to the fact that I was getting home from a bike ride at 6am.

6:01am: I decide (against the wishes of my stomach) to accompany Annelie to the garden.

6:30am: Home from the garden, scarfed down a yogurt, drank another 500ml of water. Decide never to go biking at 5:30am ever ever again.

6:45am: Mmmmm, back in bed. Should have stayed here all along.

10:15am: Mmmmm, waking up again after a nice, long nap. Thinking maybe I’ll go biking at 5:30am again tomorrow.

You may be wondering “Why all the bike stuff all of a sudden?” You may also be wondering why the Vikings never managed to maintain their settlements in North America, but I can’t answer that one. I can answer the bike question though: in a week and a half, I’ll be joining an expedition of 3 young women for a bike ride around Jeju Island. The island is located off the southern tip of the Korean peninsula, and is really a volcano, so it’s shaped like a cone. There’s a 250km trail that goes around the circumference of the island and is apparently quite a nice way to spend a few days. Rumour has it that it can be done in 2-3 days. We’re planning on 5 days, just in case. There are campsites all around the island, and the ocean is always close at hand if we need a swim to wash off the day’s sweat and grime. The kicker is that until yesterday, I haven’t biked more than 20-30 minutes at a stretch since about 1998. I usually just use my bike for transportation around campus, not for long bike rides.

Yes mom, I’ll be wearing a helmet. (And probably also stuff a roll of Charmin down the back of my pants).

Adventures in … Pink

I bought a new bike yesterday, and it was a sad, sad day in Janice Land when the only bike with the features I wanted was pink. If you look closely down near the pedal, there are rainbow coloured circles, and it says “SWEET”. Hopefully after I get a black seat cover and handles, it won’t look so much like Strawberry Shortcake should be riding it on her way to a tea party with Barbie. The good news is it has gears, which my old bike didn’t. It was like riding around with the bike in 6th gear. I’ve also provided a close-up of some nifty accessories I got in Japan, including an umbrella holder and a cover for my basket (so certain hoodlums around here don’t confuse my basket with a trash can). I’ve also got a light on the front that runs on the power I generate by pedaling.

I missed a good photo opportunity earlier this evening when both cats in my house were treated to a nice shampoo and shower. They were too quick for me afterwards and rushed off to lick themselves dry in private before I could capture their sad, soaked, scrawny selves on camera. Now I have to very soft, sweet smelling kitties who aren’t talking to me this evening.

That’s all for this hot and humid evening, and I promise never to post in this colour again.

Adventures in Japan…(Part III)

Before we left for Japan, I must admit I was a little worried about the cuisine. I’m skeptical of things like raw fish, green noodles and fermented salty plums. I needn’t have worried. I was well fed during the trip.

I was terribly excited that Japan has Wendy’s Hamburgers. I was happy to get a fix of Frosty’s and non-McDonald’s burgers. It was a treat I got to enjoy 3 times (twice in one day, my arteries are loathe to announce). Three times in ten days is a nasty fast-food wollop in 10 days, but I figure 3 times in one year isn’t a bad deal…all 3 times just happened to be in one week.

I took a picture of the meal I purchased before getting on the train from Tokyo. These little ‘lunch packs’ are available at all train stations and come in handy when you’re racing to catch a train and don’t have time to stop for a meal. Even though it was cold, the beef was quite tasty, and the vegetables were nice (the brown stringy ones are bracken, not earthworms). The pine nuts on the rice was also a nice touch.

When we were in Sanda visiting Jen and Korey, we discovered a little thatched roof restaurant nestled into the woods beside a stream. It smelled so clean and fresh – like Canadian cottage country after an August thunderstorm, and as you can see from the pictures, all you could see around you was lush green, green, green. The noodles we had there were also delicious – and green, green, green! Soba, as the noodle dish is called, is supposed to be quite good for you. It was such a nice, surprising discovery tucked into the backwoods of Japan.

As tasty as Wendy’s, Noodle houses and Train food were, the highlight meal was one that Jen’s cousin treated us to. The restaurant itself was an incredible experience. The building was about 100 years old, and you would never know it was a restaurant from the outside. When you walk past, all you see is a doorway and a long flight of stairs going up. After removing our shoes, we were led up the staircase, down a hallway, down another flight of twisting stairs, then down to the end of another long hallway. The hallway had individual rooms along its length. We were led to a room at the end that had tatami mats on the floor, sliding wooden lattice-work doors, and a beautiful Japanese garden with a small pond just outside the floor-level window. In the middle of the room were two tables, each standing in a pit in the floor, so we sat on the floor, but our legs hung down into the pit. We sit on the floor alot in Korea, but my legs still get stiff or numb after a long meal. It was nice to trick my legs into thinking we were at a table. The meal itself was very tender beef, vegetables and tofu grilled by a skillful waitress right at the table. The atmosphere, presentation and flavours all combined to make what’s likely to be the most (pleasantly) memorable meal of my life. (As you can see from the picture, I also got to drink Canada Dry Ginger Ale: another treat not obtainable in Korea).