Japanese Perfectionism

In the several times that I’ve been to Japan, I’ve always been at awe at the Japanese strive for perfectionism and dedication to work. This Japanese concept of “kaizen” of continual improvement in the pursuit of perfection or “kodawari” is noticeable the moment you step off the plane and onto Japanese soil.

I remember my first few times landing in Narita and noticing a unique phenomenon while waiting for baggage.  Typically for me, waiting for baggage is something I feel happens  in a daze. In most cases, I get off a long flight, and walk the walk through immigration and to the baggage claim. I find a spot and watch the bags roll off onto one another and onto the belt. Everyone stands and waits patiently for their bag to come and if you’re a small lady, you might struggle if your bag happens to have fallen on top of someone else’s bag.   In Japan, however, efficiency is key.  As airports most likely want to move people in and out of the airport as fast as possible, design and process are important. To help the travelers, as bags roll onto the conveyor belt, a man helps stack them in order. The bags are placed vertically, with the handle facing up and lined next to each other. They stay on the conveyor belt perfectly lined up waiting to be picked up.

It’s a simple action but is one that makes your travel so much more enjoyable.  There’s more space on the conveyor belt for other luggage and it’s easier for everyone to take their luggage. Travelers are efficiently and politely moved out of the airport. You enjoy a seamless customer experience.

Earlier this year on our snowboarding trip I saw more examples of this Japanese dedication to perfection.  When getting on the ski chair lift, the chair lift operator would without fail know perfectly where to brush off the snow before you fall on the chair.  For example, when I took a four seater chair lift by myself, I noticed that in the split second that the operator had time to brush off snow from the seats, he would accurately brush off the snow precisely where I would sit and lean back. The other three seats had snow, but where I sat, it was nice and dry.

Another example Alex and I noticed was when we were resting at the restaurant looking out onto the slopes. By the restaurant was a little slope area that had been cordoned off by ropes. Over time the rope had slacked a little but it wasn’t noticeable unless you really observed. In many other countries, I’m sure this would have been overlooked. The observant and dedicated Japanese slope patrols however noticed, and we watched them stop to pull the rope just that little bit tighter.

I believe it’s this Japanese dedication to perfectionism or “kodawari” that also makes their products so desirable. Japanese products are well known worldwide for their craftsmanship and unique designs. Everything is made with care and whether the customer sees it or not, as much care is given to the outside as to the inside. Every detail is thought of.  This is also reflected in their excellent customer service.

I wonder though, if future Japanese generations would continue on to carry on this culture of perfectionism.  If future generations lose this sense of perfectionism, then one of the  unique charms of the land of the rising sun would have been lost and their products less desired.  For now, let’s hope that we can all adopt a bit of this Japanese perfection into our work ethic. Let’s all continue to improve and strive for perfection. Let’s remember “Kaizen” and “Kodawari.” Good night!

A Memory Stuck and New Years in Tokyo

Written on 2nd January 2017
I’m in writing heaven. I’m sitting on a train looking out at snow covered trees and rooftops and thinking about a moment roughly ten years ago. Some moments stick with you more clearly than others. About ten years ago, I came to the realisation that I should stop buying stuff I didn’t really need and instead spend my money on traveling and collecting memories. It’s liberating. I still have random spending plurges but they are significantly less frequent. I am also donating vociferously.

This year, Alex and I decided to take a trip to Tokyo during New Years before we head up north to Otaru and Kiroro for snowboarding. It’s out of the norm for us. Usually New Years is spent at home. Now that we’re out, I realise that it gives the trip a different kind of flavor. Every country has their own tradition during New Years and the vibe is different. 

If you’ve ever been to Tokyo, you’d know how crazy busy it can be with everyone on schedules and rushing to get to the destination. The Japanese are orderly, so no matter how busy it is, it’s quiet yet buzzing. Try standing still at Shinjuku station on a busy workday morning and you’d know what I mean.

During New Years however, the vibe is different. From the 30th to 1st, every thing slows downs. People are still hurrying around, but it’s with a suitcase and luggage to go home for the holidays. Faces are relaxed and the general atmosphere is one of relaxation. You can feel it in the air.

Restaurants and shops close early on the 31st so plan your eating schedule well. On the 1st, many shops and restaurants are closed though apparently more and more are remaining open. Even though they are open, I feel that the English speakers seem to be fewer in number.

On New Years Eve and New Year Day, people go out to pray at temples and shrines. We went to the Meiji shrine. It’s also a day of shopping. From the 1st to 3rd, shops go on sale and people go crazy shopping. More details to follow. 🙂

We’re almost arriving at Otaru now. xoxo  

Happy New Year 2017

Happy New Year my readers! First of all, I’d like to thank all my readers for your comments and for sharing your updates with me. Although I have not written as much as I would have liked to, some of you have continued to keep touch and in the meanwhile inspired me as well. 
Looking back, 2016 for me was probably one of the craziest, funniest and unexpected years in a long time. There were so many changes going on both globally, in Thailand and within my work itself. Changes to challenge us all. I’m also grateful for all my family and friends. It’s been a year of reunions with friends from times past and a year of unexpected happenings. So much is going on, the question now is what are we going to do in 2017?  
For 2017, I hope you continue to stay healthy, exercise and have some ‘Me’ Time. With those things, we can achieve anything we set our minds to. Stay focused and ‘just do it’ I wish you all lots of success in all you endeavour.

Lots of love from snowy Japan somewhere in between the airport and Otaru.

PS. I’m going to start blogging about Tokyo, Otaru and snowboarding now so keep posted!

Wellington Sunday Farmers’ Market

Whenever I am traveling, I always try to find out where the farmers’ market is and make a note of visiting it.   Many times I’d even plan the trip so that on Saturdays or Sundays I am in cities where there are markets. There’s something about walking around rows and rows of fresh food, straight from the farm that just makes my heart glow.  I love the hustle and bustle of the place and to be able to ask the seller all sorts of questions.  Wellington, of course, has a lovely farmers’ market on Sundays and without doubt, Alex and I had to visit.

We went to the harbourside market (http://www.harboursidemarket.co.nz). It’s not too far off from Te Papa museum and as it’s name, it is right by the Harbourside.  Unlike the Saturday night market, it is significantly larger with a lot more shops.  There are stalls selling everything from fresh vegetables, fruits, breads, to duck truffled onion soup and pizza.  I love it.  It’s a good walk in the morning and if you wake up early, it opens at 7.30am so you can visit it before you start your day.

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The market is outdoors and in a large space, so you don’t feel crowded and the noise level doesn’t get high.  I love it. You can take a leisurely stroll and everyone is in a pleasant mood. I mean, who wouldn’t be surrounded by all the food! There are clowns there to entertain children and benches on which you can have your sandwich or roast chicken.

Being somewhat avocado crazy, I had to check out the Avos or avocadoes at the market. Imported avocados from New Zealand in Bangkok costs around 80thb each (2.50 USD) so I wondered how much there were locally.   They were around $1 NZD (less than 1 USD) each and if you bought a large bag, the price was even lower.  Wow, needless to say, I did have to buy some avocados to eat. The price doubles though if you are out in Wanaka but that is understandable considering transportation costs.

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We had the duck truffled onion soup from “La Rotisserie de Canard” where the owners were speaking french.  I didn’t ask where they were from but I do know the soup was good. It really warms your belly up on a chilly day.

We saw signs going to the covered city market (http://www.citymarket.co.nz/) but sadly we were out of time. There was the lovely Te Papa museum waiting for us to visit.

Hmm, I feel like some onion soup now.  La Rotisserie de CanardSourdough pizza...

Happiness is contagious

Wellington Cable Car and Botanic Gardens

Wellington is everything we expected it to be, cold, rainy, windy, full of nature and charming. It’s the first month of winter here. Alex and I love this weather. For me it reminds me of cloudy Belgium and quiet peace. There’s no noise pollution here. You live with nature. Most importantly, you can hear your own thoughts. 
Today after visiting Te Papa museum, which is a must if you visit Wellington, we took the cable car from Lambton Quay up to the Botanic gardens and to see the magnificent view of the harbour. It’s breathtaking and when the sun shines, the harbour glitters. 

   

I could stay up there all afternoon and watch the clouds roll or simply look out towards the range of mountains where layers upon layers of mountains reflect the light turning various shades of grey, but time is not on our side. 

We walk down through the gardens admiring the trees, enormous ferns and trees that apparently existed during the times of the dinosaurs.   They are so tall and point up towards the sky as if reaching for heaven. It’s heavenly. The air smells so fresh of wet grass and wood. I feel at home.

If you have children there’s a lovely children’s playground which looks like a lot of fun.  There are places for you to swing from like Tarzan, see saws and swings.  I was even tempted to join the kids playing, but this girl’s grandparents beat me to it. Grandma and grandpa were swinging around.  Quality fun time.  

It’s such a contrast from Lambton quay below which is the Central Business District full of shops and skyscrapers. There you feel more ‘cosmopolitan.’ Up the hill, trees are the skyscrapers. I love them. 

The cable car entrance is just a little off Lambton Quay road next to McDonald’s and Lululemon.  I missed it the first time around as I was too engrossed by Lululemon but actually there’s a cable car sign. 

Tickets are 4 NZD one way and 7.50 NZD two- way. I prefer walking through the Botanic gardens if you have time. 

Going to Kiwiland

It’s Friday and the weather is just lovely in Bangkok today. I’m sitting outside watching the sunrise whilst the dogs play and birds chirp. This afternoon, Alex and I will board a plane to visit the land of the Lord of the Rings: New Zealand. It’s been on our bucket list for as long as we’ve known each other but haven’t had the chance to go visit. This year, we are finally going!

Our plan? We are going to Wellington, Queensland, Milford Sound, Lake Wanaka, Lake Tekapo and Christchurch. There are so many other places we’d like to go see like Doubtful sound and hike all the way to Roy’s peak, but time is not on our side. I suppose we will just have to go back again another trip.

It’s now the first month of winter in Kiwiland and lucky for us they had a big snowstorm earlier this week. I do love the cold weather especially since it’s so hot here in the land of smiles. Anyways keep tuned my dear readers, I will be posting updates from our journey in Kiwiland. xoxo

Travel Tales: Introducing Vientiane, Laos

Sometimes a place so close can seem so far and when you finally get there, you wonder what kept you from visiting sooner.  My work this year has given me the opportunity to travel to many South East Asian countries (as some might say “regional” travel) and though most days you miss the comfort of your own home, the almost monthly travels does have its perks; for a few hours in the evenings or early mornings, you get to explore the city.  Some cities are not so convenient, but Vientiane, Laos is a great city to walk around even if you only have a couple of hours.

It’s so charming I have to confess that I have fallen in love with it and even as I am writing, images of its streets and shops appear like a trailer in my mind.   It’s as if I have been charmed, intoxicated.  There’s something about the place that makes me yearn to go back and visit once more.

A city with a population of roughly 700,000 to 800,000 on the banks of the Mekong river, Vientiane still retains many of it’s old world charms.  There are no shopping malls, no large advertisement billboards or flashing electronic ads to numb our senses but rather there are streets of local shops and eateries nestled in between boutique hotels and guests houses.   I’m not sure how long this old world charm this will last, seeing that there are plans to build a large World Trade Centre Complex, but I have to admit I have a selfish dream that it will continue to retain its charm.

What is there to see in Vientiane and should you visit it?  Find out and follow me on my next few posts as I take you on a virtual tour around the city to ancient temples, bakeries, eateries and shopping.

 

Old Bangkok Morning Life

Summer is coming soon to Bangkok and already I am dreading the summer heat.  Fortunately we have a few days of cool weather at the moment so it feels as if we are enjoying a short festive season.   I love it, because it is a short reminder to enjoy the little things in life.   This morning I had the opportunity to take a little walk before work and it feels good to just walk outside, feel the breeze in your hair, watch people going out and about and listen to the birds chirp.

Early morning walks just as the city is waking up for me are always one of my favourite times of the day because you don’t get rushed, or have to feel the hurry of the morning rush hour.  Watching the sun rise, you get to observe how varying degrees of sunlight affects the way you see the colours around you.  This is especially interesting in the old part of Bangkok where traditional wet markets still exist and with it the traditional way of life in Thailand.  You see people carting baskets of fruits, vegetables and even fish to sell at the market.  You see housewives out for their daily supplies, people passing by on their way to a destination or the lone dog hoping for a kind heart to give it some food.  Markets, being typically the focus of action, often find shops and restaurants nearby.  In Thailand it’s the same with stalls selling all kinds of food not far off from the market filled with people grabbing something to eat before another long day.

Coffee and croissant is not the typical breakfast here.  No Cafe Solo nor Uma Bica.  Here it’s Fish Maw Soup, Congee, Rice with Toppings, Noodles.  Whatever you want to eat, its open since early morning.  We eat our breakfast like a King, as the saying goes.   I used to wonder how one could eat so much for breakfast, having grown up on cereal or toast coupled with a glass of milk.   I now start to understand.  If you start your mornings early since it gets quite hot later on (lets’ say breakfast at around 6am) by noon you feel like you could eat horse. A big one.  It’s best therefore to have something slightly heavier than just toast so that you don’t go crazy and bite a chunk out of your colleague.

The great thing though is that food is available 24 hours a day in Bangkok.  It still fascinates me how in Thailand, food is available everywhere no matter what time of day it is.  It can be 6am or 4pm, you’ll find restaurants open for business with people inside.  I used to ask what meal they were eating, now I find myself sometimes eating at odd hours of the day.

Watching life reminds us how special and wondrous it is.  Each person has their own life story to tell.  We have ours to tell so to live one’s life is indeed a blessing.  Each and everyday, look at the life around you and think how lucky you are to be alive.  Life is precious. Tomorrow there may be no more markets,  no morning chaos nor dog wagging it’s tail…

 

Autumn in Paris: Day 2

Paris is beautiful anytime of year and I wonder if there is ever a day when the city is not filled with tourists.

Everywhere, every moment of the day you are almost bound to bump into a tourist, me included. I’ve been there so many times on and off yet I can never seem to have enough of this eternal city. It’s vibrant and filled with art to stir your senses and soul. There are also quiet corners and parks for you to grab a little bit of quiet time.

Our second day in Paris we continued our walk along the banks of the river Seine towards the Louvre. We walk to the Champs Élysées and pass the gardens. (I forget what it’s called) but a particularly beautiful maple in all its autumn colours stand out amidst the fallen leaves and the gloom of a sunless day. We stop for awhile and take in all the colours listening to the rustle of the leaves on the ground. Then as if emerging out of hiding, a pair of police horses appear from the trees. Large and majestic I wonder what Paris was like in the day of horses and carriages. It must have been quite the place to be.

We continue on to the Place de la Concorde (formerly Place de la Revolution) where now stands an obelisk from the Egyptian palace of Karnak. It reminds me of my trip to Egypt and a time when all the world was encaptured by it. On one side of the pavement there is a plaque that mentions how this is the square where Marie Antoinette was guillotined during the French Revolution.

Crossing to the Jardin des Tuileries, I smile. Parks are peaceful and refreshing places to be. Once part of the Tuileries Palace, it became public after the revolution. Its beautiful even though only fragments of summer remain. Chairs surround the large pond and fountain and a sculpture bows and swirls in the wind like couples dancing. It’s a beautiful park to walk through especially with sculptures of modern art to tease your senses before emerging in front if the pyramid and the Louvre.

Lines and lines of people wait to gain entrance so if you go, I recommend to go early and buy tickets in advance if you can… it’s definitely worth it if you love museums like I do.

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Autumn in Paris: Day 1

I like autumn. I especially like autumn in Paris with the crisp autumn air and the sound of leaves rustling as the wind gently blows through.  The rich golden red of the maple tree confirms that autumn is here and contrasts sharply with the green grass.  Parisians have all taken out their chic jackets and leather booths, fashionably beautiful. This trip, we’ve kept it simple without planned itineraries or to-do lists (which I usually can’t do without) and I discover that it really does make the trip somewhat more enjoyable.

There’s no hopping from point A to point B and missing all in between. Instead we look at the map, see where the Eiffel tower is, check out the Arc de Triomphe, and just walk. Its awesome. You really get to see life.  Along the way we get some sandwiches from the local bakery ‘Paul’ which can be found at almost every corner and I have to say it never fails to disappoint.  Upon reaching the park by the Eiffel, we find ourselves a spot with a full view and just relax.  We’re lucky we got unusally warm weather in the mid twenties  for a day or two.  The eiffel never fails to put me in awe with its sheer size.

After people watching and bird watching, we walk towards the Trocadero, opting out of going up after seeing the long lines. We make it to the Charles de Gaulle Etoile and find another spot with which to just sit and take it all in. The french really do a wonderful job of having benches everywhere for you to just sit and enjoy the view and life.

Champs Elysees comes next with its grand boulvlevard and grand buildings. Coming from quiet charming Lisboa, you see the contrast. Lisboa is a remnant of former glories, of a city by the ocean with grand ambitions.  It has now fallen on harsh times and the differances in wealth between the Lisboans and Parisians stands out clearly.  No chic bags or fancy smartphones can be seen, life is simpler in Lisboa.  Slower paced.   I must say I miss quiet Lisboa and the local pastelarias that can be found everywhere offering you a ‘bica’ for less than a euro. A price unimagineable in Paris.

We keep walking the entire length of the Champs Elysees and find ourselves looking at an egyptian obelisk taken from Luxor. It reminds me of europe’s former fascination with egypt. It stands beautifully in the middle of Place de la Concorde, the former revolution square where Marie Antoinette was quillotined. How different life was then.

We end the day walking up to the Opera then the Boulevard Haussmann for a little shopping at the Galeries Lafayette and check out their supermarket. I love checking out supermarkets wherever we go. There are always so many kinds of food.  The Musee de Louvre and the Notre Dame will be for the next day…