The Official Tottori Newsletter for January 2021
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Ametuchi: A Special Train in a Land
of Myth
A c. 1885 CE illustration of
Izanami (left) and Izanagi (right) creating the islands of Japan with their
spear. |
“When heaven and earth began…”
These
words form the opening sentence of Japan’s oldest extant literary work, the; in
the original text, “heaven and earth” are represented by kanji characters read
as ametuchi. Written around 711, it chronicles mythical gods
and demons from the dawn of time in Japan, and many of these legends took place
in the San’in region. For a sightseeing train that runs through this land
steeped in myth and a cradle of early civilization, much the way the opening
sentence prepared its readers for the legendary tales to come, the name of
Ametuchi expresses a point of embarkation for a memorable journey.
Native Japanese
Pride in heritage: even while so many nations march onward with necks stiffened and eyes fixated on things to come, a sense of debt and desire to discharge it dutifully compels the people of Japan — to stop. Then, perched atop mossy rocks of ruined castle ramparts and under shaded approaches to forgotten shrines, they drop ancestral lines into the deep dark of history moats and wells; they know that the oldest well hides the most discoveries.
Exterior of Ametuchi |
This mytho-historic sensibility inspired nearly
every aspect of Ametuchi’s design: the azure exterior represents the sky and
sea of San’in while the silver design wrapped around the bottom imitates both
the temper pattern of a Japanese sword blade smelted in a tatara (traditional furnace) and the mountain ranges of San’in; overtop
all of this, a metallic finish gives expression to the divine atmosphere.
Amaterasu emerges from the
Heavenly Rock Cave (Shunsai Toshimasa, 1887) |
Folk Crafts on the Move
Inside, nearly everything mundane, utilitarian, and entirely expected of public transportation has been transformed into cultural crafts in a mythical motif. Overhead, colorfully dyed Inshu washi (traditional paper) adds an elegant tint and sense of mystique to the ambient lighting. On walls, indigo-dyed Kasuri and other traditional textiles decorate partitions. The restaurant style tables for four, two, and outward facing counter seats were all crafted from Japanese cedar and pine grown in the region. In this train, even the sink is a ceramic work of art from a local kiln.
Kagura costume miniature (Kagura
Shop Kuwanoki)
Edible History
Onboard services include meals produced to perfectly meld with the Native Japanese atmosphere; depending on the direction of travel, whether from Tottori to Izumo or the reverse, meal choices feature local specialties arranged in an artistic representation of the point of departure. As an example, the Ametsuchi Gozen Yoake lunch box expresses an amalgamation of the mythological worldview of the Kojiki and the picturesque scenery of San’in. For a more decadent option, the Oenosato Sweet Set offers seasonal pudding and roll cakes made with farm-fresh ingredients and no additives.
Ametuchi Gozen Yoake lunch
box |
Scenery
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Since
the tracks traverse wide swaths of rice paddies, pierces through bamboo thickets,
and runs parallel to primeval beech forests, each season colors the world
beyond the window in its own vivid hues. In contrast, the farm villages tucked
into mountain roots and fishing communities lining the coast elude the passage
of time and appear as if unchanged from their construction hundreds of years
ago.
Details
Information on Ametuchi tickets and service schedule can be found here: https://www.westjr.co.jp/global/en/train/ametuchi/.
Japan’s
Oldest Triathlon Goes Decimal
The
Year of Tomeru
Every year in Japan since 1995 there is a
vote to choose one kanji character that best represents the events of that
year; for 2020, I’d like to nominate “止”(read as tomeru, literally “stop,”) as a worthy candidate. This year, even before the cherry blossoms
had a chance to attract crowds of admirers, thick clouds of tomeru swarmed the
wireless waves like mosquitos at a lakeside barbeque; at home, television and
internet cables spewed them forth in great black spurts; and in the public
square, big fat ones rested lazily atop colorful event posters.
Shock and a sense of loss accompanied the
first incidence of seeing a tomeru fixed atop the name of an anticipated event
like a cheap tombstone; now, with an entire year’s worth of events likewise
buried, and much in the manner that an individual grave appears less tragic
when seen from the vantage of a hilltop overlooking a vast cemetery, spectators
have grown numb to the spectacle. Even the events, it seems, have come to
accept this little piece of fate and last twist of the knife — they go without
a whimper.
At this juncture, I should make clear that my
purpose is not to explore the cause of this tomeru pandemic nor consider its
necessity; rather, I wish to use it as a backdrop and a stage for Japan’s
oldest and hardest triathlon.
The
Birth of Kaike Triathlon
Back in 1981, members of the Kaike Inn
Union gathered to plan a suitable special event for the 60th anniversary
of the Kaike Onsen, a beachfront Japanese style hot spring resort. Situated on
a coastline of white sandy beaches and giant black pines, Kaike Onsen had
already established a nation-wide reputation as a health spot: the hot water of
its hot springs sooth a wide variety of ailments and the shimmering waters of
the Sea of Japan invigorate. They therefore concluded to build upon this brand
identity by creating an event that epitomizes incredible health while also
utilizes the picturesque natural surroundings.
What they brought into existence not only
adequately achieved their purpose, but also would gradually develop into a
completely new identity for Kaike Onsen that has now, by some standards,
eclipsed the old. On August 20th 1981 at 7:00 a.m., 51 men and 2
women took part in Japan’s first triathlon.
Molding
Tetsujin
Since its humble beginnings, the race has
grown to such a gigantic proportion that it attracts over 1,600 applicants from
all over Japan vying for the maximum 940 individual and 80 relay team slots. At
first glance, this may not seem like an especially large number, but taking
into consideration the nature of the task, it certainly should.
The race opens with athletes in the Sea of
Japan where they battle waves, currents, and crowds in an open water 3 km swim
(120 lengths of a standard 25 meter swimming pool) along the coastline. Returning
to shore, drenched athletes peel off wetsuits and trade goggles for cycling glasses
and set out on a 140 km odyssey that takes them along river levee roads,
through large swaths of wetland rice fields, up 1,800 meters worth of elevation
at Mt. Daisen, and through shady tunnels created by leafy branches of old
growth beach forests. Finally, the cycling shoes come off, and on come the
running shoes, and athletes embark on the final leg of the journey: a full
marathon. This 42.195 km course begins in Kaike Onsen, continues along the Sea
of Japan into the city of Sakaiminato, and then turns back towards Yonago and
the finish line located on a 400 m track in a large athletics park.
If all of this still doesn’t sound
difficult enough, well then! here comes the best part: the competition is held in
the middle of July when temperatures reliably exceed 34 degrees! This is not an
accident; in fact, enduring Japan’s iconic summer sun is considered such an
integral part of the challenge that it inspired the competition’s moniker as “Red
Hot Kaike”.
Feel confident you can reach the finish
line? A resolute “Yes” is the absolute minimum requirement (there are many more
requirements) for even thinking of signing up. Even then, many challengers can
tell you from experience that saying is one thing and doing something else entirely:
20% that start the race do not finish. Those that do complete this race within
the time limit rightfully earn the title of tetsujin
(literally “iron human”).
Tetsujin
Vs. Tomeru
The slogan of Kaike Triathlon is “Brave and
True”, and under this banner many thousands of men and women have gathered to
test themselves in a ritual that demands both. In the seas off the coast of
Kaike Onsen where they swam, on the roads winding the foot of Mt. Daisen where
they cycled, and on the streets of Sakaiminato where they ran, sweat from the
burning bodies of these tetsujin has fallen; like sadness shed with every tear,
the will to overcome spilled out in sweat. Over the years, this indomitable
spirit has seeped into more than just the land and sea along the course.
This year should have marked the 40th
anniversary of the competition, and the organizers had planned on making it a
race worthy of the milestone; however, government measures and public pressure to
completely stem the spread of a contagion necessitated action, or, perhaps more
accurately, inaction. With hearts of lead, tetsujin watched as even this
legendary race began corroding under intense pressure into a “retire” before
finishing, a “did not run”, and a red-lettered “tomeru”. The integrity of this
historical competition and the spirit deposited in it fell into question.
Happily, it is a spirit that doesn’t like bending,
and many of the organizers — tetsujin themselves — possess it. Unwilling to
admit complete defeat to tomeru, they came up with an audacious
counteroffensive called the 39.5th Kaike Triathlon.
How is
Kaike 39.5 Different?
More than what it is, it is what it isn’t
that defines 39.5. First, it is not a full-blown competition: no awards await
the fastest athletes in each category. Second, the main adversary is not oneself:
the distance and difficulty of each stage have been greatly reduced. Third, it
isn’t a surrender in the recently popular Orwellian manner of “not losing” by
“not trying”: it is a defiant “no” to tomeru and a signpost to another
way.
The competition still begins with swimming;
however, unlike prior years, all 1,000 athletes don’t start in one large
flotilla upon the waves of the Sea of Japan. Instead, each athlete completes a
2 km swim on an individual basis and self-declares the result before arriving
on race day.
Next, the cycling portion has also
undergone a transformation. Instead of traversing the 140 km road course,
athletes set up their bicycle on stationary rolling devices spread out across a
grassy field. Then, at the starter’s signal, they peddle an equivalent of 50
km. Peddling in place means that athletes encounter no air resistance — a
double-edged sword. Though high rotation speeds are easier to maintain, the
cooling factor of actually moving at high speed is gone. So that athletes don’t
overheat, volunteers circulate and spray them with ice water.
Third, besides the course, the run remains largely
unchanged. Athletes still begin as soon as completing the cycling stage by
dismounting, changing shoes, and heading towards the start line. For 39.5, the
course takes them down a 16 km seaside cycling trail that connects Kaike Onsen
to Yume Minato Tower and then back for a total of 32 km. Closed to traffic, the
route is flat with magnificent views of the Sea of Japan, white sandy beaches, Japanese
black pine forests, and, towering in the distance, Mt. Daisen.
Finally, the largest difference between
39.5 and all of the previous iterations happens at the finish line: when each
athlete crosses, they turn and commend the organizers and volunteers for their audacious bravery.
Ginei
Kenshibu and the Greatest Duel in Japanese History
What is Ginei?
Ginei refers to a Japanese form of poetry recitation. The poem that will be discussed in this article is a kanshi poem (Japanese term for Chinese poetry as well as Japanese poetry written in Chinese) composed by Rai San'yo and titled “Fushikian Strikes at Kizan”. Here is the poem in Japanese with a full explanation of both the contents and context provided in the sections to follow.
不識庵機山を撃つの図に題す
鞭聲粛々夜河を過る
暁に見る千兵の大牙を擁するを
遺恨十年一剣を磨き
流星光底長蛇を逸す
Fushikian is the posthumous Buddhist name of Uesugi Kenshin, a powerful samurai lord of a domain called Echigo in northern Japan (Today’s Niigata Prefecture). Kizan is the posthumous Buddhist name of Takeda Shingen, a powerful samurai lord of a domain called Kai in central Japan (Today’s Yamanashi Prefecture). These two heroes and their armies fought in a total of five engagements at the famous site of Kawanakajima (1553 to 1564). This poem is composed in the form of a sympathetic exploration of the state of mind of Kenshin based upon the composer’s vast knowledge of Japanese history.
What
is Kenshibu?
Kenshibu is a traditional dance holding a
sword or a fan performed to the accompaniment of Ginei. The performer is
expected to exhibit the samurai mentality as well as the spirit of one who has
dedicated their life to the way of the warrior – just like Kenshin.
Tell
Me the Tale of the Greatest Duel in Japanese History!
In the dying hours of the starless night of
October 18th 1561, Uesugi Kenshin, lord of Echigo, leads a vanguard
of horseback samurai warriors across the Chikuma River. With cloth tied on the
bottom of their horse’s hooves and riding whips silent, they stalk through the
dark like an army of northern tigers on the prowl, and their prey is Takeda
Shingen, lord of Kai, camped with his army at Kawanakajima.
At the Takeda camp, a lookout glances an indistinct
shape moving beyond a veil of mist that hangs across the damp earth of the
riverbank like a curtain and he strains with all his might to determine whether
it’s only his imagination or not. At that moment, dawn stretches her arm out
across the horizon and through the mist, and the lookout spots the Echigo
cavalry charging towards him while arrayed tightly around their general’s
standard. Frantic calls to arm pull Takeda’s sleeping forces from their tents
and scrambling into defensive formations.
The rushing waves of cavalry smash into
Kai’s camp: spears snap, swords clang, and bones crack as waves of horseback
samurai wash over Kai’s hastily assembled lines. From all around, Kai reinforcements
let loose a savage roar of battle as they pour headlong into the fray; bloodied
men fall screaming to the mud, and an all-encompassing cacophonous din of war
soars into the red dawn sky.
Into the very vortex of this tempest of
steel, flesh, and blood rides Kenshin with such reckless abandon as to take
both armies by surprise. With single-minded determination, he rushes into a
breach in the enemy lines and, with enemy soldiers closing in on all sides,
races for the enemy command post. Bursting into Kai’s field headquarters, he charges
the last few meters separating him from Shingen who sits in his general’s chair
wearing full samurai armor and a look of genuine surprise.
Kenshin raises his sword and summons the
righteous fury of Bishamonten, the Buddhist god of war; the blade — polished to
a mirror — reflects the leaping flames of the brazier to appear as if wreathed
in flame. Shingen, caught completely off guard, leaps to his feet as the flaming
sword streaks like a shooting star towards the root of his neck; he manages to
fend off the strike with the only thing he has ready — his iron war fan. Their
eyes lock: Shingen reaches for his sword as Kenshin readies a second strike,
but a Takeda warrior spears Kenshin’s mount which causes it to flee.
The duel ends inconclusively, but the
battle rages on until the number of corpses from both armies littering the
field makes any further fighting difficult. Seeing the staggering amount of
death, Kenshin decides the cost of victory unacceptable and orders a retreat.
Later, while marching back to Echigo with his remaining warriors, the weight of regret seems to grow heavier the further he moves from the battlefield. For Kenshin, ten long years of war had culminated in that one precious opportunity to resolve his longstanding grudge against Shingen; in one brilliant flash, the chance disappeared forever.
What Does the Poem Mean?
Kanshi poetry is difficult to accurately
translate into English. Below is an approximation of the poem.
Fushikian Strikes at Kizan
Horse whips silent, river forged at night
At dawn see the General’s banner lead thousands of warriors
A grudge of ten year’s standing to polish one sword
Brilliant as a shooting star falls harmlessly
into dark