To the sea by dragon boat.
August 15, 2004
| My village, Tanijyugo, lies
about 18 kilometeres from the sea upstream from the Japan Sea on
the Gono river. Since moving here I have always wanted to canoe
down the river, and finally an opportunity arose. The town at the
mouth of the river, Gotsu, is celebrating its 50th anniversary of
being classified as a city, and as part of the celebrations they
are sponsoring a Dragon Boat ride down the river. Not exactly sure
what Ive signed myself up for, but it sounds like fun. Dragon boats
originated in China more than 2,000 years ago, and were introduced
into Japan about 300 years ago from Okinawa. At 10 in the morning
we assembled on the rocky beach opposite Tanijyugo. There are 10
dragom boats, and each will carry 12 people, mostly kids. Nothing
takes place in japan without beginning with a sequence of speeches
by various representatives of authority, so after they finish speaking
we pile in the boats and begin paddling downstream. Last night there
was a big thunderstorm, and 100 metres upstream from our embarkation
point, the Yato river is emptying brown silt-laden water into the
main stream. The left half of the river is a dirty brown-green,
while the right half is its usual deep green color. Its an overcast
day which means we wont fry in the sun all day. |
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| The dragon boats are basically
fairly large flat-bottomed fibreglass canoes, the river is shallow
in most places, so only flat bottoms can navigate. 10 brightly painted
boats, strung out over 500 metres slowly drift and paddle downstream.
On the inside of the bends rocky beaches have been formed. Isolated
farms and the occasional hamlet drift by behind screens of giant
bamboo. Suddenly, something bright green emerges from the water
under the far bank and begins jumping and splashing. Its a Kappa!
Kappa are a rarely sighted water creature that looks like a cross
between a monkey, tortoise, and platypus. Its defining feature however
is a cavity on the top of its skull. This is kept full of water
at all times to stop its brain from overheating. The kids on the
boat shriek as the Kappa beckons to them. Later, on the bus home,
traces of green paint on the drivers face lead me to believe it
may not have been a real Kappa after all. After an hour, we turn
a bend and pass under Kawahira bridge, the only bridge between Sakuare
and Gotsu. Around the next bend is the village of Matsukawa where
we pull in for lunch. |
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| Matsukawa is having its summer
Matsuri (festival), and very festive it is too. A digger has carved
a temporary jetty in the beach, and people are taking high-speed
boat rides in the traditional narrow boats used on the river, and
other are playing in kayaks. The digger has also created a water
slide and pool for the kids. A dozen awnings protect the stalls
selling various foods and drinks ( most commonly squid and beer),
and on a stage a non-stop sequences of performances take place,
Yosakoi dancing, Kagura, Taiko drumming, etc. Most matsuri in Japan
will have a stall with goldfish that you scoop up with a net. Here
its a completely different kettle of fish ( pardon that)... a large
pool is filled with eels and Ayu (sweetfish), and you have to get
in the pool and catch with your bare hands. Its all very enjoyable.
So many matsuri are done with the intent of attracting visitors
and milking them for as much money as possible. This one is a festival
by the community for the community. |
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| After lunch we pile back in
the boats and start the second half of the trip. Around the first
bend we meet up with 2 boats from Gotsu, a motor cruiser and a fishing
boat. From here to the sea it is navigable. 6 of the dragon boats
tie on to the boats and are towed for a few kilometres.... being
purists, our boat refuses, and the kids paddle harder. We pass a
few more hamlets and the occasional distinctively-shaped temple
roof towers above the trees Around one more bend and the bridges
at Gotsu are visible just 2 kilometeres ahead. The sun starts to
shine and the last leg is quite hard as there is an onshore breeze
making the river a little choppy. |
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