Takahashi

Overall, it was a nice break and I still have another day off tomorrow! There'll be plenty of pics on my photos page when I get my film developed.

That was six months ago.

A little behind schedule, here are the photographic highlights of my trip to Okayama-ken: a hardcore day spent hauling my ass around the prefecture, trying to find Japan's highest castle, Bitchu Matsuyama-jo.

Having selected Okayama-ken as my destination for a weekend jaunt, I caught the 7.15 am bus to Okayama on the Friday morning, having duly deprived myself of sleep for most of the previous night. When I got to Okayama, I ditched my bag in the station, grabbed some breakfast, then hopped on a train to Fukuyama, as recommended by my guide book.

Once I'd travelled about halfway to Fukuyama, I realised that I'd made a bit of a cock-up reading my guide book. In fact, the only recommendation it made about Fukuyama was to stay the hell away from there. It turned out that I'd actually meant to go to Bitchu Takahashi, which was in a totally different direction, inevitably.

I retraced my steps and caught a different train.

This didn't turn out to be such a big problem, although I'd wasted about an hour and a half with my tomfoolerous detour, so I figured I was going to have to get cracking if I wanted to make it up to the castle and back down before night fell.

This first page is pictures of Takahashi. To be honest, photography can't really do justice to how quiet the place was- the absolute opposite of Osaka.

As well as the castle, Takahashi has a number of temples. Having wasted a load of time changing trains around the countryside, I didn't get the chance to check these out. They looked pretty naff in any case.

Even so, Takahashi has to rank along with Nikko as one of the most beautiful towns I've visited in Japan.


The first thing I saw was this odd-ball river running up the centre of a street. Welcome to Takahashi.


And here's a lovely graveyard.


They even had trees.

When the guide book said "few visitors ever venture here", they weren't kidding. Apparently, none of the locals ever come out of their houses either. Not in February at any rate.

This looked like an interesting sort of place to live.



Getting higher...


...and higher....

Onward and upward...