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My Sunday Photo – Dotonbori At Night

My Sunday Photo for this week is titled Dotonbori At Night

Dotonbori is the tourist destination in Osaka. It is unlike any place I have ever seen, even more surreal than the neon jungle of Shinjuku. At night it unleashes an all-out assault on the senses. The sights, sounds, smells and tastes of Dotonbori are unique.

If there was one goal that I had during my time in Osaka it was to get to Dotonbori at night, to take some photographs. One night, after Hannah had gone to bed, I worked up the energy to head on out and take some shots. It wasn't late - probably about 8pm on a Sunday night, but I got the impression the place was just warming up. Every restaurant and eatery had a steadily building line of people. That's not surprising, Dotonbori is a legendary food destination!

I took hundreds of photos of the quirky features of the famous area, but those require a detailed post with explanations of what on earth you are looking at. Stay tuned!

In the meantime, enjoy this long-exposure shot of the main canal area. It's a 3.2 second exposure (hand-held, rested on a bridge for support). I feel it really captured the vibrancy and bustle of the area at night. I really love the mixture of movement and people standing or sitting extremely still.

Dotonbori At Night
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About The Photo

The line of people on the bottom right are waiting for a seat in an extremely popular ramen restaurant. Every time we walked past (even at 10am) there was a queue to get in. The bright glow with a mad scramble of people out the front is a duty-free store. I went inside and immediately felt so claustrophobic that I had to get out. I couldn't for the life of me see what all the fuss was about.

The docked barge-type boat was one of the many party boats cruising up and down the canal. Each was packed full of tourists. Towards the top of the picture you can just make out the scrum of people on the next bridge. They were all scrambling to take a photo of some of Dotonbori's most iconic neon signs.

I think this photo best sums up Dotonbori at night. 

If you like this photo, there are plenty more from our Japan travels over on Instagram. Come on over and check them out!

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If you are ever lucky enough to travel to Japan, Kyoto should be high on your list of places to visit. It offers a contrast to the neon lights of ultra-modern Tokyo – a glimpse of Japan’s history and tradition.

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Toddler Wearing at Fushimi Inari Shrine

So far on our Japan adventure, the stroller has been invaluable. It’s served as toddler transport, luggage mule, eating station and bed. It’s fair to say that it has been integral to the success of our adventures so far. But, no matter how good a stroller is, there’s one situation it can’t deal well with… stairs.


Fushimi Inari Shrine – so many stairs

Emma and I visited the Fushimi Inari Shrine on our last visit to Kyoto, so we weren’t going into the experience blind. The main buildings of the shrine sit at the bottom of a sacred mountain, and they are certainly interesting to look at. Massive Torii gates mark the entrance, and if you’re really unsure of where to go, just follow the throng of tourists. A large, orange-coloured shrine has a row of large bells – one or two of which were being used for prayer, and the rest by tourists in the usual “I don’t really understand this but I’m going to do it anyway because it makes for a good photo” manner.


Fushimi Inari Shrine


As impressive as the shrine is, the true attraction in the thousands of Torii gates that line the paths on the way up the mountain. It’s the reason so many people visit, and the reason we were there too. Of course, a path up a mountain means plenty of one thing – stairs. Hundreds and hundreds of stairs.


Wearing a Toddler

Naturally, we had left the stroller at home. However, we still needed a way to transport Hannah when she needed a break from walking/climbing. So it was that we dusted off the baby carrier that we hadn’t used since she was a tiny tot.

Hannah showed some interest in the carrier as I strapped the contraption on. She was a little reluctant to go in at first, but I distracted her with a frog bath-toy that she had dug out of the bottom of a suitcase earlier that morning. Emma worked from behind and wrangled the distracted toddler aboard. In no time at all we were off, Hannah slightly bemused by her new travel arrangements, strapped to my back.


stone crocodile


Toddlers are heavy

We travelled that way for the 15 minute walk to Kyoto station and the two-stop ride to the shrine. With a toddler strapped to my back I had no opportunity to sit down. Hannah had become a little restless, so she was squirming quite a bit. I was definitely feeling the weight in my back by the time we arrived.

As soon as we stepped through the first giant Torii gate, I asked Emma to set Hannah free. It was sweet relief when she was lifted out! Still, I was glad we had the carrier. It would have been much harder to hold Hannah in my arms for that time.


Fushimi Inari Shrine Torii gates


Which one is the tourist attraction – the shrine or the toddler?

There are plenty of western tourists in Japan, so the sight of fair skin and light hair is not that uncommon. However, that combination on a smiling, engaging toddler seems to be magnetic. Hannah had quickly become accustomed to having kind Japanese faces peer at her and exclaim “kawaii” (the Japanese word for “cute”).

Hannah is so used to this happening that she now walks down the street smiling at everyone and waving to them. Of course, this only increases the regularity with which she hears the phrase “kawaii”! It’s not even just the little old ladies that she engages with either – businessmen, teen-agers, drunks on street corners…

We are all now accustomed to the attention that Hannah gets on the streets of Japan, but that is nothing compared to the attention she gets at tourist attractions. The Fushimi Inari Shrine was no different.

At one set of stairs, a Japanese tourist took great pleasure in watching Hannah conquer each and every step. She walked up next to her, patiently waiting as Hannah negotiated each one and encouraging her each time. When Hannah took a step, her new best friend took a step. In that way they walked, right to the top. The Japanese tourist tried to coax a hand-shake out of her new toddler friend upon completion of the task, but while Hannah is a big fan of engaging with random people, she is not so keen on physical contact. She ran away.

I followed Hannah as she ran through the forest of Torii gates. The word “kawaii” echoed all around us as we went.


Fushimi Inari Shrine torii gates


Running, climbing and waving is hard work

Before long, Hannah was absolutely worn out. The adventure of the Fushimi Inari Torii gates, combined with the heat, had made her reach the point of exhaustion far earlier than normal. She began to get irritable, as toddlers do.

I bent down to Hannah’s level to offer some comfort. As I did so, she made it pretty obvious what she wanted. She practically climbed onto my back.

Emma helped Hannah on and strapped her in tightly. Immediately she was calm. We carried on walking up the stairs. With each step the little toddler on my back grew drowsier and drowsier. Eventually she fell fast asleep. We made our way to a spot with excellent views out over Kyoto, then exhaustion got the better of me too. We turned around and headed for the bottom of the mountain.


Kyoto from Fushimi Inari Shrine


Photos of tourists – tips for Fushimi Inari Shrine

1- if you want hundreds of excellent photos of tourists taking photos of things, the best place is at the start of the Torii gates. We could barely get through the masses, because so many people seemed hell-bent on snapping a photo of other people taking photos of Torii gates. I can just imagine the riveting slide shows that their poor relatives are in for when they get home.


Tourists at torii gates
I’m just a tourist taking photos of tourists taking photos of tourists taking selfies in front of torii gates


2- if you want some decent photos, take a little walk. I walked half way up this mountain with a toddler strapped to my back. It was hard work, but not that hard. The further up you get, the less tourists there are. At some point, the crowds actually thin out so much that you can take photos without random people in them.


Fushimi Inari Shrine torii gates
It is possible to get a photo without other people in it, you just have to walk a bit.


3 – take water with you, or prepare to get hosed (not a photo tip, but worth knowing). It may be a sacred mountain, but the proprietors of the vending machines sure do know how to stiff a desperate pilgrim. The higher up you get, the more expensive it becomes. I did find it funny that there’s a sign about a third of the way informing people that they are at the last toilet, due to the mountain being sacred, yet you can purchase an ice-cold bottle of Pocari Sweat from a vending machine next to a statue of a religious icon three-quarters of the way up. I guess gods get thirsty too…


Vending machine at shrine
Even deities need an ice-cold beverage every now and then


4 – take the road less travelled. The Torii gates are the main attraction, bet there is also plenty to see along the way. Keep your eye out for little detours and shrines off to the side. There are some amazing things to see, and barely any other tourists. You also have the advantage of seeing the Torii gate from the outside, which provides a different (and equally interesting) perspective for your photographs. When returning down the mountain, there is a path that takes you right away from the Torii gates. Take it. You’ve seen the gates already and there are some amazing shrines and statues to see. There are also far fewer people, the water is cheaper and there are some interesting houses that remind me of Shenmue.


Back road at Fushimi Inari
I had the overwhelming urge to start asking people about that day


5 – if you have a fair-skinned, fair-haired toddler, she will become the tourist attraction. Luckily, you’re in the prime position to snap photos of her! Remember to take plenty of photos of the family enjoying themselves at the shrine and in the Torii gates. After all, chances are there are plenty of great shots of the gates all over the internet, but these memories of your little one are priceless!


Toddler Wearing – The Verdict?

Wearing a toddler is hard work, it doesn’t matter how good your carrier is. Sometimes, however, it is the best way to cart your toddler around, especially if they decide it’s nap time. We have seen a lot of Japanese people wearing babies and toddlers while we have been here, so the local consensus seems to be that it is the easiest way to get around.

If I have the option of a carrier or a stroller, I’ll take the stroller every time. If I know that I’m going somewhere that is not stroller friendly, I’ll happily strap Hannah to my back.


Fushimi Inari Shrine – the Verdict?

Fushimi Inari is well worth the visit. Spend a small amount of time at the shrine down the bottom, then head on up the hill until the tourists thin out. Once you reach the point where you are no longer fighting others for footpath space, take the camera out. Be prepared to take on loads of stairs, and take plenty of water.

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Shinjuku – My Spiritual Home in Japan

Trains and no idea – My Spiritual Home

On the train ride from Roppongi to Shinjuku, I declared my love of the precinct to Emma. “These are my people,” I stated. “Shinjuku is my spiritual home in Japan,” I added.
The universe has a wry sense of humour, so naturally two things were destined to happen after such a declaration: 1 – the first person we saw was a homeless man (my people indeed), and 2 – I got us lost almost immediately.


Trian to Shinjuku

I had been to Shinjuku twice before, so I was aware of the significant homeless population around the park.
Nevertheless, having spent the past few days watching Ferraris, Teslas and Rolls Royce drive past on the streets of Roppongi, I had forgotten that there were such significant issues in parts of the city. I guess I had just assumed that all of Tokyo had somehow become filthy rich.
Getting lost was a little more embarrassing, especially in this day and age of GPS-enabled smart phones. We had emerged from the Metro on an unfamiliar street. I had immediately consulted Google maps and quickly gathered my bearings. The map informed me that we were just a short walk away from the main park of Shinjuku station – a landmark I know well (thanks in part to countless hours spent playing Metropolis Street Racer (WEY HEY!)).
I put my phone back in my pocket and set off confidently in the direction that I knew was correct. The only problem was that I assumed the subway had spat us out on the other side of the street. I was now walking in the completely wrong direction.

Level Crossings – Tokyo Style

We reached a level crossing (yes, an actual level crossing for trains in one of the busiest parts of the busiest city in the world). The boom gates had lowered just before we arrived and we watched the train full of commuters roll past.

It was interesting to see, and even more interesting when another train came from the opposite direction.
Both trains completed the their crossing and we waited patiently for the boom gates to rise.



level crossing, Shinjuku
Oh look, a level crossing. How novel!

They didn’t. Instead, they stayed lowered, with warning bells ringing, for about 20 seconds, before another train appeared. Then another. Then another. We stood at that level crossing for a full ten minutes.

In total, twelve trains came and went. Hannah didn’t seem to mind, she was sitting comfortably in her RECARO stroller. She just watched on with interest as the trains went past. For Emma and I, however, it quickly became tedious. Seen one train? Seen ’em all.


Train at level crossing, Shinjuku
They kept coming…
Train at level crossing, Shinjuku
…and coming…
Train at level crossing, Shinjuku
…and coming…
Train at level crossing, Shinjuku
…and coming…
These people look as happy about all the trains as I felt

I joked with Emma that we were actually going to wrong way, and that we would shortly have to turn around and go back across the level crossing, thereby wasting another ten minutes of our lives

The Truth Hurts

Finally the barrier lifted and we were once again on our way. We walked along happily, taking in the sights and sounds. Then an alarm went off in the back of my mind. We were walking past Yoyogi station – a station that we had gone through on our journey into Shinjuku.
I consulted Google maps. Something definitely wasn’t right. I stopped walking and Emma asked what was wrong.
“There’s something wrong with the maps,” I replied, lamely. “I think they are playing up.”
At times I can be stubborn, and the reality of the situation was slow to dawn. I was reluctant to admit that I had got it so wrong in the place that I had declared “my spiritual home in Japan” just minutes earlier. But the truth of the situation couldn’t be ignored, and soon enough I had to face up to the fact that the maps weren’t the problem – I was.
With great embarrassment, I informed Emma that I had in fact stuffed up. We need to walk back the way we came, and worse, we need to face the level crossing once more.
We trudged back up the road. Thankfully, the boom gates remained upright and we were able to get through without any further delays.
In no time at all we found ourselves in the heart of Shinjuku. Neon lights, skyscrapers, electronics stores…


Shinjuku Scenes

I was home.

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