Esimene täis vihmane päev, mu hostel oli taas tore ja laenas mulle vihmavarju. Leidsin, et jube keeruline on vihmavarju ja kaamerat samal ajal hoida. Ja väiksemas sajus ma panin varju ära ka, aga vahepeal ikka ladistas täiega. Kui vihmane Tokyo tundus just see õige atmosfäär, siis Kyotole vihm ei sobi.
Suutmata otsustada, mida ms näha tahan, paterdasin lihtsalt mööda tänavaid. Leidsin kassikohviku! Käisin kiisutamas..(sest aega ju jube palju Kyotos....). Jõin kohvi ja matchat igal kolmandal nurgal lootuses, et inspiratsioon tuleb.
Ja see uue ja vana kokkupõrge on siin ikka veel eriti suur ja tähelepandav. Aga samas hoopis teisiti kui Tokyos. Siin on lihtsalt templid igal pool. Kõige kuulsam templi kompleks on keset suurt kaubanduskeskust, näiteks. Ja samas inimesed endidelt elavad vanades majades, millel on uhked puidust väravad ja toriid ja nii nagu ei teagi, et kas see ilus asi seal eemal on mõni pood või tempel või kellegi kodu. Väga veider.
Lõpuks siis läksin üle silla Gioni poole ja ette jäi rongipeatus ja ma mõtlesin, et katsun õnne, et kui ma saan siit lihtsalt Inari Toriide juurde, et siis lähen - ja sa vahi, oligi õige liin! Niiet läksin neid tuhandeid torisid vaatama. Neid on ikka meeletult. Ma ei kujutanud ette, et päris nii suur hulk. 10,000+ . Kõndisin mäest üles ja üles ja mõtlesin, et nad ei saagi otsa (sest kuskilt läheb see piir, et kui palju neid punasoranže asjandusi sa näha jaksad). Jõudsin siis mingisse puntki, kus oli nagu tempel või midagi ja olin uhke, et sain mäe otsa ronitud.. Ja siis ma nägin kaarti. Ma polnud poolel maalgi veel. Level kaks mingidt kümnest.. Ja siis ma hakkasin alla tagasi laskuma, sest see suurem hulk neid torisid enam poleks vist vaimustanud.
Aga ma olin miskine personaalfotograaf kõikidele. Ma ei tea, kas see oli kaamera mu kaelas või välimus, mis reedab, et ma ilmselt räägin inglise keelt või kes teab.. Igatahes valisid mitmed mind välja, et tee meist nüüd pilti piis... Nojah.
Igatahes. Tagasi Gioni. Läksin siis geisha alasse. Ja armusin. See on nii reaalne nagu teeksid reaalset aja rännet. See ala on vaid mingid paar tänavat, aga ma tiirutasin seal jube kaua ringi. See ilmselt aitas kaasa sellele, et ma nägin päris päris mitut päris ja ehtsat maikot (vist oli üks geisha ka). Mul oli nii kahju neist. Nad tahavad vaid teha oma tööd ja teha see vajalik paariminutine jalutuskäik teemajade või takso vahel. Ja inimesed lihtsalt kargavad neile kaela ja jälitavad, et saada seda üht pilti.. Päris õudne oli vaadata.
Siis ma jalutasin veidi Gioni templite poole (neid on umbes, ma ei tea, 15-20?) aga hakkas juba päris pimedaks minema ja erinevalt Tokyost pole enamus templeid valgustatud. Niiet ma siis läksin tagasi geisha rajooni ja nautisin seda õhtusemat aega. Ja olin kohalike tähelepanu keskpunktis, kus taheti minuga rääkida.. Alates vanematest daamidest, kes uurisid, et kust ma tulen, lõpetades koolipoistega, kes tahtsid inglise keeles kolm sõna rääkida..
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Kyoto is very much a sleepy city. Nothing is open until 11. Streets are pretty much empty before that. And that's how I felt as well. And the , there's an excess of world famous places to see that it's almost impossible to make a choice. (If I only had the time....)
First full rainy day. It turns out it is extremely difficult to hold the camera and the umbrella at the same time. And, as I said before, the rain in Tokyo creates just the right atmosphere,but rain really doesn't suit Kyoto.
As I couldn't decide where to go, I just wandered the streets aimlessly. Found a cat cafe and everything! Drank coffee and matcha in every third cafe hoping for inspiration.
But the juxtaposition of old and new is even greater here than in Tokyo. But in a weirdly different way. There are no glass giants here, but you'd find a temple and shrines in the middle of s shopping centre, in between the shops. And not just small shrines, well-known, proper old and important ones. And at the same time people still live in houses that have fancy gates and gardens. And you'll never know walking along the street wether the pretty thing you're taking a photo of is a shop or a temple of someone's home. There's very little English explanation here as well, which makes it even harder.
Finally I crossed the bridge towards Gion and saw a train station, and thought I'll give it a try - if I can get to Inari easily - I'll go. And it was the station with the direct line! So off I went.
Thousands of toris! THOUSAND! So many of them, I didn't quite imagine there being that many. Apparently 10,000+. I was climbing the hikk thinking they'll never end. Then got to a point after climbing for ages with a big shrine and though I've finally reached the top of the mountain! Then saw a map. I wasn't even half way up. I was on like level 2 of 10... And then I turned around and decided I've reached the point where no number of these orangered things is going to excite me anymore. And I was bored being everyone's personal photographer person.
Anyways back to Gion. Went to the Geisha district. Fell in love. It's amazing, it's literally these 4-5 streets that are still stuck in the past. I waswalking these few streets for ages, just admiring everything. Spotted quite a few maikos (and possibly a geisha). And felt so sorry for them. There are crowds of people just hanging around the street corners trying to snap a photo (there's a sign forbididng people of taking selfies...). And when they spot one they literally run towards them and then follow them closely, and it.. Just isn't a pleasant view. Quite sad.. The maikos are just trying to do their job and us, silly tourist, are making it really hard for them just to do that one necessary walk between the teahouses or to/from a taxi.
I wandered towards the temples in Gion (and there are like 15-20?) but it was getting dark already and most temples are not lit during the night.. So I headed back to geisha district to get the last glimpse, and then I was the middle of local's attention, and many people tried to talk to me, from old ladies just wondering where I'm from to schoolboys wanting to practise their English. Bizarre.
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