|Spent the morning checking out the markets. Having fun with stall holders with our virtually non existent Japanese and ditto for their English. A few had electronic translators which gave us names for some things. Lots of laughs were had by all.
Lots of very fresh foods. Vegetables still with all their greens attached. Ones that we would remove, but which the Japanese cook.
THE other stall were arts and crafts. Some amazingly intricate. Teeny Origami with hundreds of folds one special one was a cricket with all details shown. Some seemed really expensive until you considered the number of hours involved; then it was a pittance.
Then it was off to souvenir shops and of course our banana lunch.
I bought ONE little magnet. It was a red one; there were also yellow green and blue ones.
Should have bought more.
Finally we joined our tour bus, which would take us to the village, but which couldnt go in.
Now, we got the story of the Sarabobo! They were originally little red dolls made by grandmothers for their grandchildren. The word means monkey baby. The new borns red face looks like little monkeys! Now its in lots of colours and each colour has been given a different meaning. Thats enterprise for you!!
The guide was just for the time on the bus. In clear English he filled us in on details of the village, We did have a feeling that if he stopped mid-stream he would have to go back to the beginning. He had it off pat.
He was very clear about when the bus would be leaving. WE all made it back in time!
The houses were all on three levels. In this one, the museum, second level were lots of old tools, household implements, a weaving loom, a myriad of cane/grass bags/baskets and more, more, more!
Loved the scarecrows, they were quirky.
Having seen a lot of rice fields. here it was harvest time, and now we know how the rice is dried before threshing
And at last we had found out about these little fellows and their 'Toby' jug. WE had first seen them on our first stop at the Ryokan..traditional Inn
And of course its about success in business (how many more?) this guy is already successful hence the fat tummy.
WE had to walk over this bridge and back to get entry to the older part of town. In spite of being cement if got a bit of a swing up
Back to town and a long walk looking for a restaurant having Waygu beef, which one of the stall holders had that morning recommended. The menu (no models of food here) didnt inspire. Which was a pity because the place we ended up at wasnt that crash hot! Fairly cold hamburgers, which may or may not have been Waygu beef!