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!
Touching down in Buenos Aires (all that time ago now!), all I could think about was all the Argentinian food I was going to eat. This was the part of my trip where I planned on rewarding myself for the long, gruelling hikes across Peru by stuffing myself silly, and washing it all down with some hearty Malbec. I was in for more of a treat than I thought though – while I did expect the steak and red wine, I didn’t expect the breadth of amazing meals I had there. From the most spectacular Mexican/Korean fusion food, to the creamiest gelato and the most amazing range of pastries on every corner, I could have easily spent a second week exploring this beautiful city.
After being back from my big trip for a couple of months, I think I am finally ready to finish off the final few blog posts. I was on such a roll while I was away, but for a while there was something about being back in Perth and at work that made it difficult to return to writing about being away in so much detail. But that seems to have passed now so I will pick up where I left off – crossing the border from Bolivia to my last major destination, Argentina. As much as I enjoyed our crazy week in Bolivia, I have to admit I was pretty happy to about the prospect of crossing the border into Argentina. Bolivia was full of stunning, unique landscapes but the high altitude was really taking its toll on my body – between the cold and the frequent breathlessness, I was pretty ready to be descending back down to sea level. First we were heading to Salta, which is the home of empandas, before flying over to the northwest of Argentina to check out Iguazu Falls before heading down to the big smoke, Buenos Aires. Continue reading