Travels in Japan - Return to Nikko, An Introduction

Time has a way of slipping through the fingers. When I began this blog I saw it as a sort of discipline as much as a way to share my travels, insights and writing. I enjoyed sharing my writing with people, seeing reactions on Google+, but then that dissapeared and with it those interactions. Now here I am, returning to try to finish what I started, like an old friend estranged. Maybe it is out of obligation, or maybe that passion remains somewhere despite the years. When considering where to begin again, I decided to look where I last ended, and that was traveling through Japan way the heck back in 2016 or so. I stopped just before our last portion of the trip to a place I had longed to return, a place near and dear to my heart, Nikko. While Nikko is a World Heritage Site, well known tourist destination, and it is connected to a larger city of the same name, the portion Iknow well has become a sort of synonymous part of Japan and its character to me. Nestled in the mountains of Tochigi Prefecture, its a Shinkansen and then a train ride away from Tokyo at about four hours or so. I have visited twice in the Autumn, and the magnificence of this place with the changing of the leaves has few comparisons in my mind so far. Nikko was and is a place of spiritual significance, a place of temples and shrines nestled among cedars and maples, a location where water descends in a torrent down the mountainsides, where mists cling to everything like the ghosts of the past in present. It is here that the founder of the last shogunate of Japan, Tokugawa Ieasu, choose to leave his earthly remains. His grandson built him a magnificent temple structure known as Toshogu. To describe this shrine as austentaceous is an understatement. Hundreds of woodcarvers have labored hundreds of years to build and maintain it and every inch of surface is embellished in gold and laquer and the most marvelous carvings. It is a woodworker's dream to visit and though I have no skill in such art, standing before it I can only appreciate the work it took to do it.

Ieasu's grandson, Iemitsu, built himself a much smaller and less austentaceous tomb complex called Rinnoji, which to be honest was my more favored of the two. It is interesting to see a man so highly elevate his grandfather with such splendid wealth, and yet for himself he builds something more subdued. One can imagine emerging from the forest into this or the neighboring Futarasan Jinja Shrine and having stepped hundreds of years to another time and another world. Toshogyu, meanwhile, because of its location, is always connected to the city itself.

Having arrived in Nikko for the second time, we took a bus to our accomodation. Now, I don't know how much of what we experienced was from my research or luck, but after staying at an older hotel up at Lake Chuzenji, I opted for something a little more modern while still holding the firm roots in Japanese inn culture. Where the Chuzenji stay was clearly a hotel, our stay at Nikko Hoshinoyado was the quintissential Ryokan.

For those who do not know, Japan has a centuries old culture of inn stays for travelers where they pull out all the stops of courtesy and customer service. You are treated to beautiful rooms, hot springs or hot baths, often to gorgeous gardens and some of the most spectacular food imaginable. I'd never experienced any of this going to Japan, and I didn't imagine when we were staying a few days in Nikko that we would have what was and is one of the best hotel and food experiences in my life. There is so much to speak of in describing this place I cannot wait.

I close this opening to Nikko with a quesiton of why return? Well I'm one of those strange people who could visit the same place in Japan a thousand times and find something new for one. For another the first visit I had the terrible luck with my camera and the pictures I took and so I wanted another chance to go to the same places. A third reason was to stay closer to the main sites so I could get up and out before anyone else, see them without people. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, because I love it. Nikko in Autumn, the shrines, the town, the people and the experiences I had this second trip are as close to heaven as I think I've come. A lifetime of study in Japan, concerted effort on my part, and a good deal of luck all culminated in a fantastic end to a fantastic trip. I look forward to sharing it with those who read this, and those who yearn to travel beyond the sea to the Land of the Rising Sun.