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Article about Tateyama from New York
Times Getaways From Tokyo Scented by Sea and Flowers
FULL moon rose from behind a bamboo thicket and climbed across the sky; it
gradually illuminated harvested rice paddies and in the far distance, a thin
strip of Pacific surf. Watching from a cedar deck, I realized that in
Tateyama, I had found a tonic for Tokyo.
One side of Tokyo Bay, the west side, is renowned as one of the world's
largest agglomerations of people, about 10 million at last count. The east
side, virtually unknown outside Japan, appears on maps as a splotch of green
that spreads down the Boso Peninsula to Tateyama.
Less than a two-hour train ride from Tokyo, the resort city of Tateyama is a
place to ride a bicycle through fields of flower farms, stroll on lonely
Pacific beaches, contemplate centuries-old Shinto shrines and visit Japan's
largest reclining Buddha.
Tateyama, with 52,000 people, offers a chance to trade the rush of traffic
for the rush of the sea, the metallic air of subway lines for earthy aromas
of freshly turned fields and composting leaves. Tokyo is a color-deprived
city; in Tateyama, fields of red carnations and yellow rape seed roll up to
the walls of bed-and-breakfasts.
Last August, our family traded a house in the woods in Colorado for a
second-floor Tokyo apartment. So the chance to spend a late-September
weekend bicycling in the countryside was too good to pass up. Just over a
month later, my wife, Elizabeth, and our three boys, Alexander, James and
William, were back for a second visit.
A Tateyama trip starts at Tokyo Station, a busy underground maze that seems
large enough to shelter the population of Montreal. But once ensconced in a
plush velour seat on the Sazanami express, a rider will find that the
two-hour trip gradually massages away urban stress.
After clicking over an estuary in an industrial zone - noted on one map as a
"drain" - the train whooshes past Tokyo Disneyland and then a Brasilia-style
convention center built on landfill in the bay. As the train runs down the
east shore of Tokyo Bay, the scenery starts to calm down. Snatches of green,
then rice paddies and wooden houses, and finally, patches of forest mark the
final stretch to Tateyama.
At the Tateyama station, an airy Mediterranean affair with a bay window view
of Mirror Bay, we were greeted by David Green, a science teacher at
Nishimachi International School in Tokyo, where our three sons go to school,
David also owns a weekend lodge in Tateyama. The first weekend, we rented
bikes and helmets from his ample supply. The second weekend, David trucked
out from Tokyo a load of visitors' bikes, including our own. Our Colorado
imports - rugged, fat-wheeled mountain bikes - were a bit of overkill for
genteel cycling through rice paddies and along a landscaped coastal road
called the Flower Line.
Negotiating one of these lanes, David turned off the main road from Tateyama
to the southern beaches and brought us to his property, Hakkakuso, or
Octagonal Lodge.
Before our visit, William, one of our 10-year-old twins, announced: "Mr.
Green says that he was a hippie." True or not, the octagonal tower of
unpainted cedar rising against the backdrop of bamboo appears a little like
Buckminster Fuller meets 21st-century Japan, with a few relaxing middle-age
touches, like Brazilian jazz on the CD player and a creatively stocked
liquor cabinet.
Built a decade ago with pine interiors and spruce floors, the lodge, with
five family-size guest rooms, is clean and comfortable. David manages to
handle groups, like the 22 adults and children who were there on our visit,
with the gentle, manipulative aplomb that comes from years of getting fourth
graders to do what they are told.
The first weekend, we slept on futons in a large, windowed annex bedroom
above his bicycle workshop. This featured the option of walking to an
outdoor shower, well screened by a thick grove of bamboo. (For the more
traditional, there was an enclosed hot-tub bath, with a shower for
precleaning.) Dinners are buffet style, children at the first sitting,
parents later. The cooking, done mostly by David, is largely Western,
emphasizing fish, vegetables and chicken, with a Southeast Asian twist.
On our second visit, our school group overflowed Hakkakuso and we ended up
staying down a lane and across a brook at Noa Noa, a whitewashed
bed-and-breakfast surrounded by flower fields. Our corner room, with two
single beds, was a mite cramped (the boys slept on tatami mats on the
floor), but we had lovely views of the fields and could hear the brook
gurgling through the night.
Before dinner, the boys and I pulled wooden planks off the Japanese family
bath on the ground floor and lowered ourselves into the steaming water for
our first soak in an ofuro. In the morning, a pair of communal sinks on the
second floor allowed me to shave while looking at the distant Pacific, with
three low islands on the horizon.
Each morning on our weekend visits to Tateyama, our group cycled out of
Hakkakuso, passing fields where weekend truck farmers in broad-brimmed sun
hats stooped over their rows, planting lettuce, tending turnips or burning
brush from the fall rice harvest. The routes invariably took us past
commercial greenhouses, where, through open doors, we caught glimpses of
burgundy coxcomb or red carnations. Some farms, for a fee, allow city
visitors to pick flowers, about 75 cents a stalk.
Flowers make spring Tateyama's peak tourism season. The Flower Line,
officially listed by the government as one of Japan's 100 most beautiful
roads, runs alongside Heisaura Beach, also officially listed as one of
Japan's 100 best beaches. Along this coastal road and a 10-minute bike ride
from David's lodge is Nambo Paradise, Japan's second largest botanical
garden (after one in Nara, near Osaka).
There, I wandered through a series of connected greenhouses, lingering in
the orchidarium. Elizabeth got lost in the butterfly pavilion. The boys,
with 12-year-old James in the lead, spurned the petting zoo as too babyish,
but romped around the playground and then charged up and down the
observatory tower, a white painted lookout that rivals the peninsula's two
lighthouses for its sweeping views of the ocean.
Other sites on our list to visit when we return is the reclining Buddha, set
on a hillside off Route 410, near David's lodge. In Tateyama, there is the
hilltop castle from 1588 and the Awa Museum, devoted to the ocean and to the
history of human habitation on the peninsula, which goes back at least 14
centuries.
The area around the railroad station and the ocean-front streets of
Tateyama, which is also served by ferry from south of Tokyo, are filled with
handicraft shops, selling handmade bamboo fans and hand-dyed woven fabrics
among other treats.
Farther away, perhaps better visited by one of the buses that ply the
coastal road, are Futomi Flower Park, which offers swimming and fishing, and
Kamogawa Seaworld, which features orca shows, trained seals, an aquarium
filled with exotic fish, and a covey of penguins. For visitors who don't
read Japanese, all these attractions are laid out in maps and on billboards.
The narrow roads winding through hills or along the Pacific shore are fine
for safe family bicycling. With Japanese drivers easily among the world's
most cautious and considerate, this gentility on the road allows cyclists to
focus more on the scenery and less on self-preservation.
With all the bicycling, lunch was always a much anticipated stop. We sampled
several restaurants, generally favoring seafood. Sometimes the restaurants
had picture menus; sometimes we relied on a Japanese member of our cycling
group to translate.
At the Southern Boso Resort, I was served a miniature pirate boat piled with
sashimi for $14. Farther down the coast, at a restaurant across the street
from the Nojimazaki lighthouse, the five of us had lunch plates of tempura
shrimp or curry on rice for a total of $28.
The food for the soul was the slow pace, the scenery and the quiet. Japan,
the country that contributed the boombox to world culture, paradoxically
prizes quiet. Silently pedaling through the countryside, we encountered no
radios playing in the fields, no Sunday afternoon operas coming out of open
windows - just the whir of rubber tires, the buzz of cicadas, the call of
crows and the gurgle of water flowing through irrigation ditches.
On our walks to the black volcanic-sand beaches, we discovered that Japan
may be the only place in the world where surfers are quiet, occasionally
managing a tiny bow while walking with a big board.
Visitor Information
Transportation
JR Awa Shirahama buses leave seven times a day from Tokyo Station's south
entrance. They take 2 hours 10 minutes; round trip is $35. Information:
www.jrbuskanto.co.jp/mn/aetop.htm.
Ferries leave Kurihama, an hour south of Tokyo, for Kanaya; $4 for the
35-minute trip. From Kanaya, it's a half-hour bus ride to Tateyama.
Once in Tateyama, to get to Hakkakuso Lodge, take the JR bus heading for
Shirahama via Kambe at the Tateyama station, get off at the Awakambe stop,
walk back about 50 yards and turn left. For Pensions Noa Noa, take the JR
Flower-Go bus heading for Shirahama via Sunozaki at the Tateyama station,
get off at Nambo Paradise, and walk back about 50 yards and turn right. (Bus
stops are announced, but you might try to tell the driver where you want to
get off.) Excursion tickets on the JR bus around Boso Peninsula cost $16 a
day, $10.30 a half-day.
Bikes can be rented from a shop, Poppy, at the east exit of the JR Tateyama
station, for $1.60 an hour, and at various lodgings, including the Tateyama
Grand Hotel, which charges $6.35 a day.
Where to Stay
Pension Noa Noa, (81-470) 280-2005, has seven guest rooms, one with private
bath, charging $67 for each of two adults in a room ($71 during obon, a
Buddhist festival Aug. 12 to 15); children over 4 sharing a room with adults
pay $48, $52 during obon. Two meals included. There is a traditional bath
and separate toilet. A little English is spoken.
What to See
General admission to Futomi Flower Center, (81-470) 921-311, is $4.75. From
Tateyama, take the JR Uchi Bosen train heading for Awa Kamogawa to Futomi
Station and walk about seven minutes.
The reclining Buddha is a 30-minute bus ride from the Tateyama JR station on
the Minami Boso honsen route to Shirahama ($2.75). The Buddha is a 10-minute
walk from the Suminoya bus stop. Admission, $4.
The Awa Jinja Shinto shrine is reached on the same bus line; get off at the
Awa Jinja Iriguchi (entrance), the third stop from the Suminoya. Donations
taken.
The Tateyama Wild Bird Sanctuary is next to the Awa Jinja Shinto Shrine.
Free.
Where to Eat
More elegant is the Ikoi-no-mura Tateyama (Southern Boso Resort), Fujiwara
1495-1, Tateyama-shi, Chiba-ken 294-0224; (81-470) 282-211, fax (81-470)
282-215. In the airy, glassed-in restaurant, I had a sashimi boat for $14.
The boys had spaghetti with meat sauce ($5.55); Elizabeth had a curry cutlet
($7.15).
JAMES BROOKE is a correspondent for The Times in Tokyo.
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