Showing posts with label biking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label biking. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Backtracking: Nishiki Market.
I forgot to write about Nishiki Market, which was back in Kyoto. Read my post on Food Blahg here.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Biking through Kyoto.
I severely miss my bike. The couple weeks leading up to the trip, I wasn't able to ride it at all, so I was absolutely thrilled to learn that the backpackers' hostel we're staying at offers bike rentals for only 100 yen per hour.
I rented a bike the first chance I got. Multiple adventures through town ensued.
While my bike back home is far superior (I miss the cushioned seat, ergonomic handles, and GEARS), I had a lot of fun with this rusty fellow. I love the wind rushing through my hair, I love covering so much ground, I love being able to explore the city on my own and taking all the time I need. I love being able to park just about anywhere.
My first night on a bike I ran (er, biked) into a couple friends who were headed to eat a local ramen restaurant.
That seriously hit the spot.
It had started raining by the time we got out, and I biked back in the rain. It was so freeing, so cleansing.
Sorry, I must sound like a total hippie right about now.
The next day, I took the bike out for about three hours. I biked to Kyoto Station (we had only breezed through it before), and explored the shops and food markets.
Completely overwhelmed, I had no idea what to buy. But then I noticed a bunch of people in line for something that smelled sweet and divine.
I waited about 15 minutes for these treats, and they were completely worth it.
After that I started heading over to Nishiki Market, where one of my travel books claims is a haven for cooks and chefs.
I biked past a couple temples, went through residential alleys, and dodged crowds of Japanese people on the way there.
Oh, and apparently my family owns a chain of hair galleries.
I found Nishiki Market, but it had closed by that time. I stopped into Circle K for something cold.
Balls of fruity sorbet. Check.
I was about to head back to the hostel and stumbled upon a gigantic shopping center.
Again, I was overwhelmed and did not make any purchases, but made the decision to return. I'm going back tomorrow morning before we leave for Tokyo.
That was fun, no?
I rented a bike the first chance I got. Multiple adventures through town ensued.
While my bike back home is far superior (I miss the cushioned seat, ergonomic handles, and GEARS), I had a lot of fun with this rusty fellow. I love the wind rushing through my hair, I love covering so much ground, I love being able to explore the city on my own and taking all the time I need. I love being able to park just about anywhere.
My first night on a bike I ran (er, biked) into a couple friends who were headed to eat a local ramen restaurant.
That seriously hit the spot.It had started raining by the time we got out, and I biked back in the rain. It was so freeing, so cleansing.
Sorry, I must sound like a total hippie right about now.
The next day, I took the bike out for about three hours. I biked to Kyoto Station (we had only breezed through it before), and explored the shops and food markets.
Completely overwhelmed, I had no idea what to buy. But then I noticed a bunch of people in line for something that smelled sweet and divine.
I waited about 15 minutes for these treats, and they were completely worth it.
After that I started heading over to Nishiki Market, where one of my travel books claims is a haven for cooks and chefs.
I biked past a couple temples, went through residential alleys, and dodged crowds of Japanese people on the way there.
Oh, and apparently my family owns a chain of hair galleries.
I found Nishiki Market, but it had closed by that time. I stopped into Circle K for something cold.
Balls of fruity sorbet. Check.
I was about to head back to the hostel and stumbled upon a gigantic shopping center.
Again, I was overwhelmed and did not make any purchases, but made the decision to return. I'm going back tomorrow morning before we leave for Tokyo.
That was fun, no?
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