Japan, day two.
"Sounding through clouds of flowers - is it the bell in Ueno or Asakusa?" - haiku by Matsuo Basho
Today we read haiku, experienced rituals before stepping into a buddhist temple (fooled for the first time, but totally nailed it the second), and in fact were in such a temple for the first time in our lives. Got our first fortune notes, saw a fire from Hiroshima and Nagasaki that is kept in the heart of Tokyo as a reminder for the nations to connect and fight against weapons to live in a disarmed peacefull world, had another noodle soup with seaweed eaten by sticks (called Soba), and then slept for 7 hours in the afternoon. Now I am awake at 3 a.m. staring at the ceiling of my capsule bed. Jet lagged. But we love Japan already.
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Dnes jsme narazili na haiku, vyzkouseli jsme si (pote, co jsme je radne odkoukali od mistnich) ruzne ritualy predtim, nez vejdete do buddhistickeho chramu, kde jsme vlastne byli poprve v zivote! Koupili jsme si svoje prvni stesticka, videli jsme ohen z Hiroshimy a Nagasaki, ktery se zde u jednoho chramu v srdci Tokia udrzuje jako pripominka toho, ze svet by se mel jednou provzdy spojit a zbavit se zbrani hromadneho niceni tak, abychom vsichni mohli zit v klidu a miru, dali jsme si opet nudle s morskou rasou (variace mistni polivky soba, ktera se pripravuje na milion zpusobu), kterou jsme opet uspesne zvladli snist s hulkama, a pote jsme odpoledne na 7 hodin usnuli. Ted jsou tri hodiny v noci a ja tu ziram do stropu svoji capsule bed, mezitim co vam pisu. Mame jet lag. Ale Japonsko jsme si uz teda zamilovali.