(Emily and I arrived in Tokyo on March 7th, but it took a couple of weeks before I had time or inclination to begin my blog)
After two weeks' acclimatisation, this was our first foray out of the megalopolis. We took the train south west to Kamakura, along with a zillion other daytrippers in their Sunday best making the most of the warm spring sunshine. As we passed through Yokohama I spotted mighty Fuji-san flashing by through the apartment blocks, wearing a cape of snow.
Emily co-operated until we were nearly at our destination, whereupon we hurried to a small shore-side park so I could feed her. Al fresco breastfeeding, not for the first time. We tucked into our sarnies as well, but Nick lost part of his to one of the many black kites wheeling overhead; he let out a yelp as it swooped in and grabbed the bread with amazing accuracy. Looking south from our vantage point, Fuji loomed large, appearing to hover above the sea due to haze around its base.
As we walked along the promenade I saw regular signs warning about tsunamis, prompting me to look around for possible places to run to, should the sea start to recede.
After two weeks' acclimatisation, this was our first foray out of the megalopolis. We took the train south west to Kamakura, along with a zillion other daytrippers in their Sunday best making the most of the warm spring sunshine. As we passed through Yokohama I spotted mighty Fuji-san flashing by through the apartment blocks, wearing a cape of snow.
Emily co-operated until we were nearly at our destination, whereupon we hurried to a small shore-side park so I could feed her. Al fresco breastfeeding, not for the first time. We tucked into our sarnies as well, but Nick lost part of his to one of the many black kites wheeling overhead; he let out a yelp as it swooped in and grabbed the bread with amazing accuracy. Looking south from our vantage point, Fuji loomed large, appearing to hover above the sea due to haze around its base.
As we walked along the promenade I saw regular signs warning about tsunamis, prompting me to look around for possible places to run to, should the sea start to recede.
On the sands there were racks of green kelp strands hanging out to dry. We followed the crowds to Hase-dera temple, a couple of streets back. It's a charming complex with some beautiful trees and shrubs, just beginning to put on their spring finery. The main feature is a large 11-headed statue, but it also has some little caves housing carvings and hundreds of tiny statuettes.
On the way back to the station, passing one of many flower shops, I spotted some daphne shrubs for sale. These fragrant bushes are everywhere right now and I had been looking for one for the balcony, so bought one and took it home. Luckily the train was near empty going back, as Emily was hungry. Nick says I am becoming quite a militant breastfeeder, but I just have to get on and do it to save being flustered in public by a bawling baby.
On the way back to the station, passing one of many flower shops, I spotted some daphne shrubs for sale. These fragrant bushes are everywhere right now and I had been looking for one for the balcony, so bought one and took it home. Luckily the train was near empty going back, as Emily was hungry. Nick says I am becoming quite a militant breastfeeder, but I just have to get on and do it to save being flustered in public by a bawling baby.
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