To Beach: Beach, Beached, To Have Beached


Dear Friends,

I promised myself when I returned from Shimoda’s Shirahama Beach that no day off, from then until the end of summer, would catch me not wearing a swimsuit. I have two days off, and I vowed to myself that at least one of those would be spent at the beach or at a pool. (Off the record, I just found out that Tokyo’s about the size of the state of California. Late info, I know).

Traveling to Shirahama Beach weekly wouldn’t be feasible, due to the time and distance, but there are other beaches closer (and cheaper) to Tokyo. I consulted the oracle, Google, and found fantastic beaches to visit two hours or less from Tokyo: http://www.cnngo.com/tokyo/play/five-most-picturesque-beaches-within-day-trip-tokyo-739306 .

The trip to Zushi, the end station for Hayama, from Tokyo (Suitengumae) takes an hour, with little to look at, except apartment buildings, department stores, and convenience stores; so I read the beginning of the novel I picked up in the break-room at work, Songs in Ordinary Time. While reading, I’d occasionally grin, knowing that today, a day which had been forecasted as most likely wet and gray, was anything but.

Upon arriving in Zushi, it was necessary to catch the #12 bus to Hayama. I had no idea which stop Hayama would be as all the signs were in Japanese characters (hiragana), but I figure it’d be a safe to exit when the couple sitting in front of me, in swimwear, got off the bus.Thus, when they rang the bell, I, too, got up and grabbed my beach bag.

After walking only a few steps, a smiling woman waved at me and asked “Sea?” She said some things in Japanese that I didn’t understand, but it didn’t matter, and we fell in step together, and walked to the water.  (It was a good thing too, because I had no idea where I was going, as the beach isn’t visible from the road, and I’d already lost sight of the couple from the bus).

Her name is I; she introduced me to her friends C and H, who were saving a table at one of the beaches’ tikki bars, The Blue Moon. Pretty soon, photos were being taken, English and Japanese phrases were being thrown around (some were caught), and we were eating treats that C brought from Nagoya. We indulged in fish, and avocado salad, and drank guava juice and beer. At one point, I and C went to get massages they had scheduled.

*The path to the beach.

*I’d never seen black sand before; it’s more stunning than I thought it’d be.

 

Can you imagine going to the beach as often as you’d like, a reggae bar at the far end of your beach backyard, watching the sun set behind the horizon, being as relaxed as the shoe-less and the sand-between-the-toes folks always seem to be?

Let’s recap: I left the house alone with a bag and a dream :), and returned with five potential friends (I met a fellow American on the bus back home, and an energy specialist on the train back to Tokyo). The universe is bounteous, isn’t it? (Of course, it is.)

 

Cheers,

Val

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6 comments

  1. Google ‘the oracle’ lol, I’m going to borrow that, it’s super true for me as well!
    I’ve often thought that being at the beach (swimable or otherwise)is one of the best ways to be reminded of how simple life can be and that it’s really not about us.

  2. I feel the same way about the beach (clearly ), and how I wish Tokyo had only two seasons– summer and fall. The beaches are really nice here, gotta get a beach house! Ok, now I’m off to sleep (way too late).

  3. Va! I am renaming you Choucho (ask your Japanese friends what it means and you’ll know why).

  4. Vanessa! I asked a few people and the only meaning they’ve come up with is “butterfly,” with a slightly different spelling. If you’re calling me a butterfly, I’ll take it :). If not, tell me the meaning, and I hope it’s as cool as butterfly!

  5. if for you the sight, sound and access to the beach equals 100% HAPPINESS, then ;

    speak it into being, claim it, PLAN, PLAN,PLAN. its waiting for you.

    GO FOR IT!!!

  6. Amen. The plan: budget, save, buy something near the beach someday. :) I was told to sell a kidney, but I know that won’t fetch me nearly enough.

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