Day 11 & 11.5 - Gion & Arimaonsen
Quelle journée étrange que fut l'anniversaire de Renaud. Premièrement, bonne fête amoureux!
Cap sur le Pavillon d'or avant de quitter cette superbe ville. Je crois que nous voulions plutôt voir le Temple de bois... En tous cas, pour ceux qui pensaient visiter Kyoto, le Golden temple n'en vaut pas la peine. Très court, ultra touristique et les jardins ne sont même pas si jolis... Mais, nous avons vite oublié ce petit contre-temps en se dirigeant vers le quartier Gion où les petites rues et jardins sont si mignons. Nous avons marché aux bords une petite rivière, il faisait soleil et la vie était bien belle! Sur le chemin du retour, nous avons tombé par pur hasard sur la première maison-mère de Nintendo. Nous en étions presque émus. Vraiment une belle surprise!
Et ici débute notre aventure. Armés de nos valises, nous nous dirigeons vers Kobe pour passer la nuit dans un Ryokan-Onsen. Jusqu'ici tout va bien, on embarque dans le bon train, on fait même la connaissance d'une gentille étudiante qui est très contente de pratiquer son anglais. En se dirigeant vers une station d'autobus, nous réalisons que nous avons oublié un sac dans le train. Mais pas n'importe quel sac. LE sac qui contient notre caméra et nos passeports. État de panique. Un employé du JR nous a donné un bout de papier avec un numéro de téléphone. Heureusement, je suis tombé sur un petit monsieur qui parlait anglais. Il nous a demandé de rappelé dans une demie-heure, le temps que le train dans lequel nous étions atteignent sa destination finale. Un café et une gauffre plus tard, je me jetais sur le téléphone. Dieu merci! notre sac était sain et sauf dans les mains du personnel du JR. Deux heures de train plus tard, nous avions tous nos biens en main et nous mettions le cap vers notre Onsen. Nous avons tout de même été très chanceux dans notre malchance, alors pour nos parents qui nous lisent, ne vous inquiétez pas, on a eu plus de peur que de mal et tout est maintenant sous contrôle. Ouf.
Finalement arrivés à notre destination finale vers 21h, les bains chauds nous ont permis de faire descendre notre stress et de se concentrer sur l'anniversaire de Renaud.
It began on kind of a disappointing note as we woke up early to see the Kinkakujin in northern Kyoto, and it proved to be a waste of time and money for a pretty disappointing sight and heaps of tourists. But it's my birthday, goddamnit, and I won't stand for this crap! So we changed plans and cabbed to Gion where we ate a picnic and thoroughly enjoyed exploring the narrow streets.
We walked back from there to the ryokan, and an office sign grabbed my attention... "Nintendo Trading Card Company"? We just randomly hit the old HQ of Nintendo! What amazing luck.
Once at the ryokan, we grab our (heavy) luggage and head to Arimaonsen for my birthday in a hot springs hotel. It's a 1 hour ride to the first stop near Kobe so we ended up chatting with a Japanese girl student. She was so nice in helping us find our station that I got distracted and forgot a bag when stepping out of the train... and that bag contained our camera... and our passports. We evidently freak out.
The JR staff pointed us at a phone number to call, a scary prospect when you don't speak Japanese. But there's little else we could do, so we called, and MC got ahold of a guy that spoke English and even some French! He tells us to call back in 30 minutes, so that the train reaches its final stop and gets checked for stray bags. We go get a coffee and a waffle to chase away the horrible scenarios building up in our heads.
What's more, though in comparison a minor concern, is that it's becoming clear that we'll miss the delicious and much hyped Onsen dinner-at-your-room even if they do find our bag; the last service is at 7h30 and we don't see a way to make that work. But yeah, losing your way to exit the country is sort of a bigger deal.
We call back and get excellent news : they found the bag and we just need to pick it up... at a station an hour away in the countryside.
It made us realize how Japan is probably the best place to lose a bag in public transit. People are very unlikely to steal it, and everything is so systematic and checked that they were bound to find and set aside our precious bag when the train stopped.
So we took a train... again... a total of 4 hours lost in transit in that day. We saw suburbs west of Kobe that few Gaijin have seen before. And we recovered everything, don't worry! But we were sure to miss dinner, since we'd arrive at about 9pm at the onsen, so we grabbed a quick bite at Sannomiya station before taking the train to Arimaonsen.
When arriving there, we finally got to our room and we were told that we would be served food NOW. Second dinner? Bring it on! It was a huge dinner of sushi, soup, tsukemono and just waaay to much food for our already full and stressed-out bodies. We had to refuse most of the dishes -- mottainai... And then after cleaning up, the lady comes back with a birthday cake and candles! How... what?! Turns out our friend Kahori knew about the place we were staying (she helped me finding it) and ordered a cake to my name. What a crazy thing it is to be given a birthday cake seemingly by a stranger in rural Japan.
We ended the day with well-deserved soaking in hot springs and finally letting the stress come down. A birthday to remember INDEED.