Introduction

This is a blog written by a member of a NPO Chiiori Trust, but it is still a private blog. I try to be careful not to, but if I offend anybody please direct any complaint to me personally.

What is "Chiiori" anyways? Please see the homepage rather than have me explain it here.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

the last post

Even though I've run this blog for only few months (and inactive for last 2 months or so), I am unfortunately moving out of Chiiori and the Iya, and therefore ending this blog.

I am moving to Kobe, fair sized urban city with a lot more conveniences than there are here in Iya.  But I will surely miss Iya with its serenity, the night sky with no light pollution and distinct milky way, walk in the night on a path lit with only moon-light, all the bird and insect songs, and all sorts of things that are not available in cities.  Of course, while I am in Iya I miss all sort of things that are not available here in countryside.  In the end there are somethings I will miss either way.  I'm sure after few months in Kobe I will start to get tired of few things in the city, but I'm also sure I will find many fun things.

For whoever have read this blog so far, thank you very much.  I will leave this site as is for a while so please leave a comment.

Friday, May 27, 2011

apology

I'm sorry, I have been too busy with Chiiori work to update this blog.  I hardly had time to update the Japanese version, and I could not get around to translate them.  Hopefully I will be able to restart this blog again soon.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

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Yesterday, it was a torrential rain.  In such weather, Iya can be a scary place.  Usual roads turn into a river, a pond, or a waterfall.  From out of nowhere small crabs starts walking around in middle of the road.  Whether I'm on the foot or in a car, I have to be careful or I could be washed down the stream.

But the the rain is not all bad.  In such days the mist covers the valley, suddenly making the scene look more like something out of a fantasy or a dream.  It is always fascinating to watch the clouds form in valleys below me, and rise and swirl right in front of my eyes.  And the rain washes away the pollen in the air.