Friday, February 6, 2015

Ski Goddess misadventures in Japan


Japan is amazing. Not only is the snow insanely thick and fluffy and lovely to ski on, but the culture is just so damn adorable. I mean who can't like a place that has heated toilet seats?


After resolving the money issue (interestingly, the card worked fine the next day in a Citibank ATM at the international terminal) I met up with my fellow ski travellers at Starbucks, waited a few hours for everyone to arrive and then headed off by trains to Nagano. The time window to transfer from Nagano station to the small train to Yudanaka was pretty tiny, and with 13 people with wheeled ski luggage it looked to be an impossible feat, so instead our hotel picked us up in their bus. Loading all that baggage and ourselves into a 20 seater didn't look doable, but there was room to spare and soon we were heading up into the snowy hills to our ryokan accommodation for the next six nights.


We are staying in a town called Yudanaka, which is near the ski resort of Shiga Kogen, a conglomerate of about twenty individual small ski fields which are connected either by trails or shuttle bus. It is the largest resort in Japan and we'll be exploring it and other resorts nearby over the next week. But first, the ryokan.


A ryokan is a traditional Japanese guest house, and although the foyer looks modern, it has lifts and hotel room doors, once you enter your room you are in an entirely different experience. First there is an entrance lobby, where you leave your shoes, and then you step up onto a wooden floor, slide open the screen door and there is your little tatami matted room, complete with rice paper screens, which open onto a small enclosed balcony, with a view out over the valley. A small toilet is hidden off the balcony, and a bathroom off the entrance lobby.


Aside from the small table and cushion chairs, there is no furniture, though the balcony concedes to western comforts with two armchairs. Whilst at dinner, the table is pushed to one side and the bedding is laid out for us: futon mattresses and a lovely airy down quilt. There's extra futons in the cupboard, so you can choose your thickness by adding more than one. I'm sharing my room with a lass from Melbourne, and we've both settled on 2 futons each.


There's a huge bunch of us at the ryokan, as there are about 3 different tour groups all here, all booked with the same company but on different packages. It means that we can be split up into groups with similar abilities, so no-one is unhappy. More about that later...

The ryokan experience comes with some amazing meals. The dinners are exquisite, both in the variety of food offered and in the exceptional presentation. Not everything is delicious, but it's plentiful and certainly filling.


Breakfasts are equally delightful, whether Japanese or Western.

Finally, there is the onsen. Yudanaka, and nearby Shibu, are onsen towns, and our hotel has one that is supposedly hundreds of years old. An onsen is a public bath, and there is a special etiquette involved. First, get out of all your clothes and wrap yourself in the yukata (Japanese robe) supplied in your room. Then pop on your inside slippers, grab your large towel and small white towel supplied and head on down to the onsen. Leave your slippers outside with the onsen attendant and head on inside - they are gender segregated. Take off your yukata and put it in one of the baskets in little pigeon holes, leave your big towel there also. Then head on into the onsen room. Here there are little stools and showers and all sorts of beauty products for you to wash yourself with. You use your white towel to give yourself a damn good scrub, hose yourself down, and then you are clean enough to get in the baths. They have inside ones and outside ones, and if you are lucky, the onsen attendant will give you a massage. The boys have all been bragging about their massages, none of us girls have had the experience yet, but I discovered this morning when I went down for an onsen before breakfast that if you are the only woman in there the male attendant will give you a massage. Unfortunately I wasn't, so I didn't.

By the way, absolutely no clothes are allowed in the onsen, total nudity is expected. Even the little white towels must be kept out of the water. I love a culture that doesn't insist on "modesty clothing".

Of course everybody is so polite. Lots of bowing and hellos and thankyous, people smile and are friendly, you just can't help but like Japan.

So what about the skiing??

Well our first day we went to Shiga Kogen, and skiied around at the Ichinose area. I'd had a sleepless night, perhaps through excitement, but also because I couldn't get comfortable. 2 days of travel and then hauling our gear through the stations seems to have triggered some sciatica in my right leg, causing a burning sensation from the side of my thigh, around to the front and down to just below my knee. My back had been very sore after fixing up the chook run last weekend and I'd actually resorted to taking anti-inflammatories for a few days, but the sciatica was new. My back, by the way, feels fine.

I decided to give skiing a go, and headed out with the crew. I'd been put in a group with quite experienced skiers and boarders, but with new skis and an injury I wasn't feeling that confident. The first 2 runs were fine: warm up runs on piste, with lovely soft powder on the sides of the run to enjoy. It was heaven. Third run we decided to ski the lift line. This is "out of bounds" at Shiga Kogen, where basically anything that isn't a ski run is considered backcountry. This includes the trees between the runs, and a perfectly pristine run underneath the chairlift towers that was just begging for us to shred it up! Off a few of us headed into the trees. I got through the first gap and then made a sudden stop and ejected forward straight out of my bindings into thigh deep powder. Time to crank the DIN settings up! Getting back into my skis was rather an effort, and then it was down this beautiful little run. The powder was real deep and it wasn't long before I stacked it, and then spent ages trying to get up again and get down the run to the bottom. One more stack and recovery and I was down. But boy my thighs were burning. I wasn't fit enough for this!!

By the time I got down, Gordy our guide had decided to downgrade me to another group. I was happy with this as I needed to take it a bit easy and not go in too hard. Afterall, I've got 3 weeks of skiing ahead of me. So I skied back down to the chairlift and joined Kathy's group of more cruisy skiers who were happy to just ski on the piste for the day. I needed to get my ski legs back, and that thigh burn was wicked.

Over a few more runs I realised that alot of my pain was due to the sciatica. Not only was I getting burning pain when I tried to move forward to initiate my turns, but the pain was forcing me to put my weight back as straightening up hurt so much, hence more work for my thighs and calves than necessary. Also, less ski control and more potential for injury. Nevertheless, I persisted, though did take a break before lunch, and downed a few more anti-inflammatories.

After lunch our group headed out across to the gondola area which was really pretty, with heavily snow laden trees and we even saw some snow monkeys. Shiga Kogen is massive. Then we did this big long green run that snaked down the mountain and I misjudged a turn and skied into a snow wall. The others skied past me oblivious and by the time I recovered and got going again, then took a wrong turn, we'd lost each other. All turned out OK though, I found another group and made my way back to the boot up area.

By now I was in excruciating pain. I was unable to straighten up, I'd lost power in my right leg such that I couldn't even load my boot into my bindings without easing up the back bit, and I was back to skiing down a mountain like the bendy banana of a few seasons ago. Though I have to say, my ski ability must be pretty good by now, because actually getting back down that mountain given the extent of pain I was in was an accomplishment. Needless to say, it's not an accomplishment I wish to repeat!

Somehow I hobbled back to the bus, complete with beer in hand, who can't love a place that has beer in vending machines almost everywhere?


Then a long hot soak in the onsen, another exquisite Japanese banquet, a few whiskey and cokes to further anaesthetise me, and off to bed. I slept quite well, but even after an early onsen I was too stiff and sore to contemplate heading out into the snow. So I stayed back at the ryokan, slept, took some photos of the view, had another onsen and just relaxed. I'm also doing a few back exercises to try and loosen things up, but mostly, I just have to be patient.


One surprise was receiving a Facebook message from Saki, that she and Atsushi would be riding at Shiga Kogen, so they popped in to the ryokan at the end of the day. It's been 3 years since I last saw them in New Zealand, so it was great to catch up, if only briefly.


After another spectacular Japanese dinner I went to bed (the little ryokan elves that lay out your bed whilst you're at dinner have caught on, and each bed was two futons thick, yay) and spent quite a while doing back exercises and trying to loosen up the pain. The loosening seemed to be working, but the pain was increasing, and by morning, after very fitful sleep, I had almost hit the wall. I crawled out of bed, swallowed some voltaren and hit the onsen. I'm definitely much looser, in that I can now stand almost straight without thigh pain, but the knee pain persists and if anything has intensified. I've also got more pain in my back and hip, but I'm hoping this is a good sign that the exercises are working.




Meanwhile, the crew went to Nozawa Onsen. I could have gone, and had a day sightseeing, but I'm just not up to that yet, especially after the night's pain, when I was almost ready to pull the plug and go home. How the fuck I would have gotten home in my current state is quite another question. So I'm staying put. I've enough electronic gadgets with books, movies, music and podcasts, not to mention internet access, to keep me busy for days. Might as well do it here where I get my meals prepared and can have as many hot baths as I care to.

I'm slowly improving and after my afternoon onsen I began to experience pain free periods. However a long dinner with geisha show afterwards took its toll, as sitting for long periods only exascerbates the pain. I bowed out early, with profuse apologies to the geisha, hoping I can avoid any reversal in my recovery. The ryokan elves, however, weren't on the ball so I had to wait for my roommate to return to put the second futon on.

No such luck! Another painful sleepless night, though not as bad as the previous night, but I'm stiff, sore, and back to limping. The morning onsen gives me a pain free window, but it's mercilessly short as the heat becomes too much and you are forced to get out. I'm now swallowing some local medicine, supposedly ibuprofen mixed with caffeine, that the others got for me at a pharmacy yesterday, as I'm running out of voltaren. The ibuprofen dose per tablet is pretty low, so I may be chugging through a few of them, we'll just have to see what effect all that caffeine has!!


I'm determined to get out for a walk today. Greg, an American living in Invercargill NZ, has also taken a ski break so we are planning to head down to Shibu town to look for whiskey. Greg has codeine, I may need to do some drug seeking!!

Right, I've been writing this post for days. I'm off out to stretch my legs.

Ciao!!

Sunday, February 1, 2015

When your plans still get fucked up....

I absolutely hate travel days. I get extremely anxious, I get nausea, abdominal pain and bloating, and very very windy. And constipated. My body hates travel days.


As a result I plan the process so everything goes as smoothly as possible. Its going to be long, it's going to be boring and tedious, but it's going to all work out. Even if it's sleeping in the airport enroute ( like the night before my trip to Java last year), I'm usually all prepared for what to expect. Interestingly, my fucked up day today wasn't totally unexpected either, because I'd actually read about what happened to me happening to someone else....

Only I thought I'd ticked all the boxes so it would be fine.

Not so...

I left home at 7:20am yesterday morning, after leaving till the last moment the impossible task of washing my hair and plaiting it so it wouldn't end up the dreadlocked nightmare I had last trip. Colin (my housesitter and windsurfing friend from UK) drove me to the airport and I had just enough time to check in, go through security and board the plane. In Perth I transferred via free bus from T4 to T1, put the big ski bag into luggage storage for 4 hours and went outside to meet Lil and Hans, who I haven't actually seen for a couple of years. They had their own mini drama trying to get to the airport, as road construction for the new airport infrastructure at T1/2 means that even though they were out at the airport 2 days ago, things had changed, roads had closed and new ones opened.


Back at the Thomas's we had a chat and caught up over a lovely cooked lunch before heading back out to the airport to retrieve my luggage, check in (Air Asia now offers baggage transfer right through to your destination when flying through KL) and go through immigration. Why doesn't Perth have the SmartGate system yet? How ridiculous!


The flight to KL with Air Asia was pretty full, but I managed to enjoy the space of 2 seats, and since I'd also managed to order myself 2 meals, I ate well too. In KL we landed at the brand new KLIA-2, which opened last August and replaced the decrepit LCCT, which although it really was crappy, had some great food stalls. KLIA-2 is set to be the largest shopping mall in Malaysia, but most of that's on the outside, not available to the international transit passenger who has 3 hours between flights and wouldn't mind a wee taste of Durian ice-cream. I absolutely adore Durian, almost to the point of addiction, but I can think of worse things to be addicted to than a rather weird smelling fruit! No luck unfortunately, though I did see some dried Durian, and durian chocolates.

The flight from KL to Tokyo wasn't so full, but I wasn't quick enough to get myself a nice 3 seats to myself, so instead did the old reclining with the neck cushion. I'm pretty good at sleeping on planes and don't actually mind flying red eyes because I like arriving in a place first thing in the morning rather than late at night. In fact I had great plans to spend the day sightseeing in Tokyo.

Back when I booked this trip the meeting up time was 9am. With my flight arriving at 8:45 am I decided that was too narrow a window, so booked myself a flight arriving the day before the trip, and booked a room at an airport hotel, with a plan to stow the gear for the day and head in to Tokyo on the train, do a little sightseeing, then return in the evening and hit the sack.

As it turns out now, the meeting up time has been revised to 10am. If that had been the original time I would have happily done same day arrival, and then if what happened today had occurred, well I would have been pissing off a lot more people than just myself!!

My ski tour happens to be one where we paid a minimal deposit of $500 (and NZ dollars at that!) and the rest needs to be paid, in Japanese Yen, tomorrow. This actually keeps the prices down, because although the Japanese Yen fluctuates a lot within the international money market, the domestic costs stay pretty much the same. And the JPY is a bit weak at the moment so it's not a bad time to be travelling here.

I looked at all my options for acquiring Japanese Yen, in cash, and decided, after exhaustive research, that the two best options were: 1. head up to Sydney whilst I was over east at Xmas and get my cash at KVB Kunlum in the city, which has the best cash rates in Australia or 2. put the money in my Citibank Visa debit account, ring them to get the daily withdrawal increased to $3000 per day so I could take out the amount I needed to when I got there, and also tell them I was going to Japan so they wouldn't lock my account.

Sydney didn't happen. I was having too much fun hanging with family in Canberra to do the trek, so decided on option 2. If you are Australian and you don't know about the Citibank Visa debit card, please look it up. It offers fee free access to your money from ATMs overseas. No big slugs of fees from your bank when you withdraw your cash, and excellent exchange rates. Much better than forex rates.

So, 3 weeks ago I rang Citibank, reactivated my card because I hadn't used it since Java last year, told them I was going to Japan and that I needed my daily withdrawal limit changed from $1000 to $3000. Since I only planned to put $5000 into the account, and almost all of that would be withdrawn in the first 48 hours to pay for the trip, I'm unlikely to get into trouble when there's actually no money in the account to withdraw. Yes I did the legwork beforehand, but I have to admit that I almost rang Citibank again on Friday to just check that they knew I was travelling to Japan. In retrospect......

So, I arrive in Tokyo - the view flying in of Mt Fuji was very nice - breeze through immigration and customs and find myself a Citibank ATM, of which there are a few at the airport. I then proceed to withdraw 250,000 yen, which is a tad over $2500. The ATM refuses to give me the money and also when I look for an account balance tells me I have nothing in the account.

At this stage I have a minor panic, but I insert my pre bought Japanese SIM card, connect to the internet, activate my VPN gateway ( I'm super prepared I'm telling you) and check my Citibank account. No, the money I transferred in to the account last Wednesday is still there, no one has nicked it, so I go over to the very friendly staff at the information desk and they suggest other ATMs that also take international cards. I try them to no avail. Even the currency exchange office chap directs me to Seven Bank ATMs on another floor, still nothing doing.

So, I pull out my phone, swap back in my Australian SIM and try and call Citibank. The tourist desk gives me the international code, but I can't get through. I even try my own phone number, also can't get through.

I head back to the Seven Bank, pull out my usual keycard and withdraw 800,000 yen before hitting my withdrawal limit. My bank slogs me over $35 in fees for this privilege. This really pisses me off.

Back upstairs I buy some lunch with my big 10,000 yen note so I have change to buy an international phone card. With this card I use the public phones and manage to get through to Citibank, who are extremely helpful and unblock my card. It seems that when I made my initial transaction a big red flag went up and they blocked it. The fact that I had expressly informed them that this is what I planned to do, in a foreign country, appears to have not been registered at all!!

I then try to withdraw some money from the ATM: denied. I wait, eat my lunch of sushi, and try again: still denied. I pull out the phone card and ring Citibank back. They agree to ring me back, so Aussie SIM back in the phone ( Japanese SIMs only give you data, no phone or SMS coverage) I await their call and we go through the process again. We recheck that everything is unblocked, we confirm that the card is linked to the account, we even try to do a withdrawal. Nothing doing, according to the Citibank ATM there is no money in my account, even though the very helpful lady on the line confirms there is indeed $5000 available.

So here I have a working Citibank account with a card that doesn't seem to work in Citibank ATMs. What am I to do? My very helpful lady on the line suggests I try it in another bank's ATM, and if that doesn't work then I need to go to a Citibank branch and I can withdraw emergency cash equivalent of $1000USD for a fee of $25. This is only a little cheaper than using my other fee gouging account, but a lot more inconvenient, as traipsing in to Tokyo city just to get funds is plainly a ridiculous idea.

During my second discussion with the very helpful ladies in the Philippines call centre we also discover that my daily withdrawal rate has not been increased to the $3000 I requested 3 weeks ago. Mildly livid might be a good description of how I feel, but it's quickly rectified and we are back on track. I say goodbye and head down the escalator, still trailing my luggage, to the Seven Bank ATM. I am not feeling very hopeful.

Halelujah! I withdraw 50,000 yen no problems! So I withdraw another 100,000 and another. I now only need another 100,000 tomorrow and I'll have enough for my balance of payment plus some spending money. At a little before 1pm, I become liquid.


I am now far too emotionally used up to go sightseeing in Tokyo, so instead take one more photo of Lambie then head out to the bus stop and take my shuttle bus to my hotel. There I have a nice afternoon sleep, a hot shower, and crack open a cold Asahi beer from the vending machine in the hall.


Vending machines are ubiquitous in Japan, which is primarily a cash economy and why I am in need of so much freaking cash in the first place. The phone card came out of a vending machine, as does the beer. Oh fuck it, I'm having another!!


They also have the most amazing toilets, compete with all sorts of buttons to wash, spray, dry and deodorise you.


So what have I learnt from this experience? Well I'm still happy with the Citibank card, but next time I think I'll ring up immediately before leaving and confirm that everything is working. I didn't have this problem in Indonesia because I never withdrew more than a couple of hundred dollars at a time. I'd still recommend this card, and the service I received, once I managed to get through, including ringing me back on my mobile, was exemplary.

It's a pity I'm missing out on visiting Tokyo, but I'm also pretty tired. I've been travelling for over 24 hours and am ready to get some decent sleep before the big ski adventure. I'm sure I packed my pyjama pants but I just can't find them in my bag. Oh well, woollen leggings will have to do...

I'm also really happy I brought my new down jacket with me. The flights were really cold, and it's not exactly warm here in Japan now I've arrived. My bluetooth beanie BTW, is freaking awesome!!

So all's well that ends well. I've got a cold beer, had a hot shower, and my arse is super clean thanks to Japanese toilet technology.

Oyasuminasai....