Asama Onsen: Have bath, drink milk.

Hotto Puraza Asama, a 20 minute bus ride from Matsumoto station, has all you need for a relaxing afternoon soak: outdoor and indoor baths, a jet-bath and a sauna.  Oh, and a vending machine stocked with milk.  For some reason, onsen and milk go together like sport and Lucozade.  The cow juice is a rare treat – but it makes you miss Weetabix even more.

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A visit to the Tanabe Ryokan in Hida-Takayama

Japan has hundreds of beautiful sights, famous landmarks, and unforgettable scenery but I have always argued that it is the little things that truly make this country such a special place to visit; the everyday things that surround you from morning to night. Whether it be the random (and sometimes unidentifiable) objects in the convenience store, the train attendant who bows to you as he leaves the carriage, or the old man in the bar who buys you a drink in an unspoken agreement that you will help him practice his English…  Everywhere I’ve been in Japan there is something that strikes me as ever-so-well-thought-out, wonderfully pleasant, and thoroughly Japanese. But nowhere is this more true than when visiting a Japanese Inn, or ryokan. The fusion of modern comfort and traditional beauty sweep through every detail of every room. Granted, there are beat down ryokans that have hardly changed in the last 50 years and there are frighteningly expensive ryokans that seem luxurious to the point of overkill, but they all have their strong points. And usually, it is the people who run these traditional inns that make the stay so special, certainly nothing could be more true about the Tanabe Ryokan in Takayama.

My room for the night. The floor is tatami, a woven straw mat, and in the alcove hangs a bit of traditional calligraphy and flower arrangement. But for those not interested in the traditional arts, a television sits just outside of the frame of this picture.

 

Rooms in ryokans are traditionally titled rather than numbered. The titles are almost always nature related; plants, trees, names of famous mountains or rivers, et cetera. The Tanabe has been kind enough to provide a transliteration as well as a number to each of their rooms for their visitors who haven't had time to master written Japanese.

 

Almost as famous as the geisha and Mt. Fuji, Japanese toilets are truly a sight to behold. Water sprays in all directions and there are often plenty of other features as well. Like heated seats. You'll notice the slippers that are provided just for when using the toilet!

 

Always the space-saving country. The bedding is kept in the closet during the day and laid out for you as you have dinner at night. This saves floor space and preserves the simple but elegant Japanese aesthetic.

 

In the closet awaits a light cotton Japanese robe, a yukata, which is traditionally worn to the bath and also to dinner. On top of it rest a towel and some toiletries, also for your visit to the bath.

 

The bathing facilities at most ryokans are lovely affairs. A place to relax after a long day of sightseeing. Although bathing etiquette may at first seem a bit daunting. The most important bit is to remember to thoroughly wash before getting in to bath itself. In the same room are showers (the Japanese traditionally show sitting down) and soap, shampoo, and conditioner. Then, after rinsing all the suds off, you can soak your bones in the rejuvenating waters.

 

A hanging curtain, noren, hangs outside each of the bath rooms. Once again, the Tanabe ryokan has taken pity on those who don't read Japanese and provided an English marking as well. Although, a nice general rule is "blue for boys, red for girls". Admittedly, it may take some time to get used to the idea of bathing in the same room as other men (or women) but its a custom that once enjoyed is hard to resist. Of course, if you're really not comfortable, there is a private shower and bath in each of the rooms.

 

Rest assured, I made sure that no one was around before barging in to the ladies' baths. At the Tanabe, as in many ryokans, the proprietors switch the men and women's baths daily so that everyone gets to experience the different baths. This one is made from cedar and gives off a gorgeous scent from the moment you enter the room.

 

Instead of the same old lobby, the Tanabe has a sitting room that looks out on a beautiful miniature Japanese garden. This is also where the free coffee and internet are to be found, and often where I spend my afternoons when I stay here. (with the company of a good book of course)

 

I'm sure that my mobile photos don't do the Tanabe ryokan justice but I hope that they will inspire you to visit for yourself. Lastly, I must plead ever-so-guilty to have not taken any photos of the exquisite dinners, a crime by my own admission; but also one more reason to make the journey and see for yourself.

 

 

 

 

 

The Good Old Japanese Public Bathhouse

Written by InsideJapan Tours tour leader, Steve Parker

Many people have heard of the famous Japanese hot spring baths (onsen) – water heated geo-thermally and then pumped into often landscaped bathing areas to create the perfect way to relax – washing and then soaking away till as red and shrivelled as a pickled plum.

But less well-known are the urban bath houses known as sento. Although they have been in service for years, these establishments, usually fed with piping hot water from boiler rooms, became especially important in the post war years, when urban reconstruction left fewer families with their own baths.  Today – these social relics perhaps reflect more austere, impoverished times and so are for many, certainly those with a prudish outlook, a place not to be seen dead in.


For me however, moving back to Japan recently – in an unknown area on my own, winter snow carpeting the streets outside and with little money to spend on a Saturday night out on the town, my discovery of a local bath house was a joy.

I was quite desperate to get out of my small weekly mansion (i.e. short term rabbit hutch-sized flat) but given my extra tight budget, a night out drinking was a no go. I therefore decided to head out for a long night walk around the safe streets of Nagoya, yet barely 10 minutes later, I happened across a classic 400yen snippet of mid-20th century urban Japanese culture, namely the neighbourhood bath house.

Sadly these establishments are disappearing with declining popularity – their curtained entrances and tall chimney stacks replaced by car parks and anorexic apartment blocks. With their futures seemingly uncertain, part of their charm is that they are seldom renovated or updated in any way. They remain trapped in time, almost a mini museum of post war Japan. With snow crunching underfoot and a bitingly cold wind, it took little convincing that I should curtail my walk and go bathe with the locals!

On entering, it was shoes off then the usual struggle to fit them into the locker – 3 attempts and the door finally stayed closed. I paid my 400 yen to the elderly local woman – sat with her raised vantage point into both male and female changing areas! Then through the masculine blue curtain to the men’s changing area  – all as expected –  cigarette smoke, elderly men in thermal long-johns, bamboo strip matting on the floor, milk vending machine, shabby old lockers, Hitachi hairdryers from the 60s and surely one of  the world’s first all-in-one torture/massage chairs!


Next – a quick undress and into the bathing area, armed with small towel, razor and body soaps. Typically, this Sento offered the tiniest of plastic stools to sit on, barely 6 inches off the ground! One wall was lined with sets of archaic push top taps – one ice cold the other molten, and accompanying shower, running tepid water. My sink came in the form of a small yellow bowl – one of several strewn all around the bathing area. After scrubbing till I squeaked, a wide range of baths were on offer – a bog-standard hot bath at 42 degrees, jet bath, herbal bath, and then those for humans made of sterner stuff – the 16-degree cold bath and denkiburo electric bath!

Most baths I was more than happy to dip into, although the cold bath took a fair amount of puffing and blowing as I lowered myself in. The electric bath however – not for me! Not that I am aware of suffering from the following ailments – high blood pressure, blood disorders, heart conditions, susceptibility to fainting, nor was I recovering from any sickness – yet the list of warnings was enough to put me off. Oh, and of course the weird feeling of electric currents pulsating through the water and my body – expanding and contracting muscles twice a second in the process!

Everything was pretty much as I had expected and indeed wanted from my bath house experience though. No surprises in a very comfortable environment until…I looked around at the other bathers in the warm mist and noticed several tattooed bodies.

Unlike the feeble coin-sized excuse for a tattoo on my back, these where true markers of the Yakuza, the Japanese mafia. Ornate dragon designs draped over shoulders and down to the backside – rarely seen in public save for occasional festival events such as the Sanja Matsuri in Asakusa, Tokyo.

I then realised that I had not seen any “tattoos forbidden” sign at the bath house entrance as is often found in these places, always prompting me to conceal my innocent yin-yang symbol from view, for fear of ejection. The designs on these guys were really incredible and although you don’t want mafia types catching you staring, it was hard not to admire the artistry in their designs and imagine the tear provoking pain endured whilst they were applied.

I got a great look at one design – Kannon – the Buddhist deity of mercy wrapped in a dragon. I then realised that the particular fellow had been scrubbing feverishly for what must have been half an hour, before sitting under his shower – head in hands with water rinsing away his…guilt? Self-loathing?  Stress? Terror? What had this man done or seen at work today?!

I left him to his apparent angst along with the other tattooed types and headed back to the cool of the changing room, where away from the din of running water, a friendly local guy struck up conversation. Thankfully, unembellished with body paint, and on realising I spoke Japanese, the kind Mr Yamada invited me for a bowl of hot noodles and some very powerful sweet potato vodka – a good way to maintain that warm glow for the walk back through the snow to my temporary home!

My night had turned out to be an unexpected surprise – Japan is so rewarding for those willing to take a chance and be a little spontaneous. I returned for the next 3 nights to the same bath house for my local experience, relaxation and a little edginess in form of my fellow Yakuza bathers.

A pre-soak soaking – hiking in the rain to Kurama Onsen

Sunday 1st November 2009: Another month, another bath! What better way to celebrate the turning of the calendar from October to November than a journey out to visit an onsen that has long captured my imagination and yet in 10 years of visiting Japan I had failed to venture to: Kurama. Located at the end of the Eiden electric railway, a rather cute tram-type train that winds its way out of Kyoto to the mountains in the north, Kurama Onsen is renowned in Kyoto for being a place of real natural beauty and a town where some of the most traditional aspects of Japanese culture are still thriving. Extremely popular in autumn-leaf season (usually the middle of November), Kurama is an escape from the busy streets of central Kyoto. Continue reading

Ebisu-yu, Kurashiki

Monday 19th October – Ebisu-yu, Kurashiki

So the bath blog continues. Ah the excitement of reading about another bath!

After my mammoth ride through Shikoku (mammoth for me anyway) I ventured to Kurashiki for a one night stay in this historic town. This was my first visit and I was not disappointed. Kurashiki really is very charming and would definitely make an enjoyable one or even two night stay on any Japan holiday itinerary. However, the purpose of this blog section is not to talk about sightseeing but about baths. Continue reading

Getting Naked in Japan: The bath blog

It is pretty well known that Japan is a land of natural hot springs. You may also be aware of the long history of bathing in Japan, a nation which was extolling the hygiene and relaxation benefits of a long soak when us Brits still thought taking a bath was a sure-fire way to an early grave! (click for an interesting history of bathing) What perhaps isn’t so well appreciated is quite is the sheer volume of bath houses across the whole of Japan. There are famous onsen areas such as Hakone, Kusatsu and Beppu where you can find a huge range of natural hot spring baths from the one pool variety with very basic facilities to the most luxurious spas where beautiful gardens and outdoor hinoki wood baths combine with massage and spa treatments for the ultimate relaxation experience. However, it is not just these famous areas that boast bath houses. In fact nearly very town in Japan will have a public bath. Most are not onsen but sento, bath houses where the water is heated from the mains in a more conventional fashion! But even without the mineral benefits of their volcanic cousins, sento still provide a great relaxation and social experience. Continue reading

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