The second last stop on my Japan itinerary was the beautiful city of Hiroshima, known worldwide as the spot where a devastating atomic bomb was dropped in 1945. Wandering around the wide streets and taking a moment to myself alongside the river at the leafy memorial park, it was hard to imagine destruction on such a scale. An inspiring and hopeful mood permeates the city now though, with monuments and memorials dotted around this pretty and accessible city promoting peace on earth. Another reason to visit Hiroshima is the picturesque island of Miyajima, home to friendly wild deer, serene temples and scenic walking trails and an easy day trip from the city.
From Kyoto, it was about a 3 hour trip on a bullet train to Fukuoka, the largest city on the southern Japanese island of Kyushu. A little off the beaten tourist path, I was headed down here because each November this port city hosts one of the six official sumo tournaments that are held in Japan each year. While I had been trying to surpress my desire to neatly plan out this whole trip in colour-coded spreadsheet and go with the flow a little more, once I found out we would have the chance to see Japan’s national sport that was one thing I knew I was definitely locking in well ahead of time.
While we didn’t stay in Osaka, with it being so close to Kyoto we visited a few times during our week in the Kansai area. While 30 minutes on the train in Perth might only get you from Perth to Joondalup, this time on a high speed train from Kyoto will find you in a whole other world. While Kyoto was all temples and mountains, Osaka smacks you in the face with its bright lights and big crowds. We did manage to find some zen moments away from the crowds though, and also took the time to visit the port city of Kobe which was an unexpected delight.
After our mountain adventures we made our way south to the beautiful Kyoto, a city full of temples and shrines thanks to its status as the nation’s capital and the emperor’s residence from 794 to 1868. A smaller city by Japanese standards, it has almost 1.5 million people squeezed into a valley between three mountains, and as a result no matter where you are you’re not too far away from bright city lights or some stunning natural scenery. We were staying in Kyoto for 7 nights which seems like a while, but with Osaka to visit while we were there along with a whole heap of sights, I knew it was going to fly by.
When we first decided to visit Japan earlier this year, trying to plan where we wanted to visit quickly became overwhelming. Three weeks, which initially seemed like a decent amount of time in a geographically small country, was quickly filled up when we realised just how much there was to do in the show-stoppers like Kyoto, Tokyo and Osaka. While these must-visit cities held the allure of bright lights and non-stop action, I also really wanted to get out into the mountains to see the autumn leaves in all their red and gold blazing glory. After tossing up a few options in the Japanese Alps, we decided that a visit to the mountain city of Matsumoto and a hike along a Japanese feudal ‘highway’ would be a leisurely introduction to Japan.
Waking up the day after our long lunch at D’Arenberg, I wasn’t sure how we were going to top the experience of the day before, but I was sure ready to try. We were staying in McLaren Vale for another two days, before heading back to stay in Adelaide for a couple of nights and heading out to the Barossa for a day trip from there. I had paid for an extra 10kg’s of baggage for the flight back home and I was determined to find some wine to fill up my suitcase!
At the end of last year, I was getting ready to take some time off work and head to Bali to celebrate a close friends 30th, when Mount Agung started to get a little restless, flights got cancelled and I was left with $500 worth of Jetstar credit. For a while I was a little bit at a loss about where to go. Melbourne again? Was it time to venture down to Tasmania? I was still umm-ing and ahh-ing over the decision when, during one lazy Sunday morning in bed, I scrolled past a Jetstar advertisement for $200 return flights to Adelaide and made the snap decision to visit the wine regions of South Australia to celebrate my 30th birthday. Little did I know at the time it was going to lead to one of the most interesting meals of my life, a degustation full of delights at the newly constructed ‘cube’ at D’Arenberg in McLaren Vale.