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09 February, 2018

Through the tunnel to Hokkaido...


From Sendai, we went further on the Tohoku Shinkansen ("northeastern shinkansen") to Hakodate, our entry port on the northern island of Hokkaido. The most interesting part of this trip is the passage through the Seikan Tunnel which joins Hokkaido with Honshu under the Tsugaru Strait, and only opened in 2016 after being first surveyed in 1946. Prior to that, Hokkaido was only accessible by sea or air. What a difference that must make! The 54km tunnel is the world's longest with a 23km undersea segment, although the English Channel tunnel has a longer undersea segment. It's deep - 100m below the seabed, and 250m below sea level. The whole sector is dual gauge, able to take wider gauge shinkansens as well as "regular" trains, and our shinkansen slowed to regular speed for this part of the trip.

Snowy forecourt at Hakodate Station.


We saw that Hakodate was a popular city for tourists, with lots of attractions. One reason for its popularity will be that the bullet train does terminate here, and travellers to Sapporo, facing a long journey before and after this terminus, stay here for a break. Hakodate is at the end of a peninsula, a dead end so to speak, so the shinkansen terminal is well out of town at Hokuto, about half an hour away on a (very crowded) local train.

Hakodate (pop ~300,000) is the third city of Hokkaido, and was founded in 1454 on the site of an Ainu fishing village. It was taken over by a shogunate in 1779, and by 1860 the town was one of five in Japan to be opened to foreign ships, trade and settlement. The "Great Hakodate Fire" of 1934 did the city no good, and neither did US bombing in 1945.

Hakodate is another "road slops" town, one that doesn't seem to cope well with lots of snow. A surprise, since we are in Hokkaido, and this must be a way of life here. There's no apparent attempt to clear the roads, that's OK, traffic negotiates the dry snow quite well, but clearing footpaths is left up to whoever owns the adjacent house or business, and they seem to be unwilling to attack tens of centimeters of snow turning to ice as people walk on it. There are some really slippery places in this town. Steps, curbs, and the foothills of Motomachi are especially treacherous.

They don't keep the pedestrian walkways very clear in Hakodate.


Puzzle: how many bicycles?


Hakodate's main tourist attraction is 334m high Mount Hakodate which looms over the city and forms a large knob at the end of the peninsula. Every visitor goes to the top of this mountain on a "ropeway" (we'd call it a cable car) from the foothills suburb of Motomachi for a spectacular view of what can be seen to be a quite expansive city. The cable car (as other attractions) makes announcements in Chinese and Korean as well as Japanese and English, which is a recognition of who the visitors are coming to this part of the world. We went up in marginal weather, but it enabled us to enjoy the vista in a very pretty light, and we enjoyed afternoon tea in the restaurant there.

Cable car (ropeway) near the top of Mount Hakodate.


The view lets you see quite clearly how Hakodate centres on a broad spit which joins the mountain to the rest of Hakodate. To the left a port faces north-west into a large and protected Hakodate Bay where we could see ferry traffic and a lot of merchant activity. To the right (maybe a km or two away), the coast faces south-east to the Pacific Ocean.

Snowy Hakodate from the mountain, our hotel, La Vista, is centre left, and the ocean on the right.


An unwelcoming Pacific Ocean beach behing the Botanic Garden.


Motomachi itself is quite interesting, a suburb of steep streets at the base of the mountain. We traversed these on foot, a difficult proposition given the snow and ice everywhere. We found the roads were generally a safer proposition than the uncleared footpaths. In these foothills, there is the clearest evidence of early European influence with a number of Christian churches which date back to the late middle 1800's when the city became one of first in Japan to welcome foreigners.

Roman Catholic church on the slippery slopes of Motomachi.


Orthodox Church, yet another sign of European influence in Hakodate.


The foothills flatten out to an old port warehouse district which have been pleasantly restored to become the usual souvenir shops and cafes enclave. In this area, we found the quietest Starbucks Cafe we've seen (and met some Aussies there, from Gundagai NSW), and took a meal at a large but cosy beer barn. Our hotel, the La Vista is in this district, and indeed it is built within the facade of one of the old warehouses.

Squid fishing boats, we think, moored at the harbour.


When the bell sounds it's vodka o'clock.


Mulled wine and chips with choppies at the Hakodate Beer Garden.


Retail therapy is raging inside the shops of the Red Brick Warehouses,


Colorful store was decorated with ancient music boxes and street organs.


Breakfast at the La Vista is famous and accordingly popular. It makes some concessions to Western tastes, but is basically the biggest Japanese buffet you've ever seen, constantly being refreshed by a team of chefs and attendants. Funnily, there's only chopsticks available, which requires a new approach to eating soft scrambled eggs and spreading jams on toast!

Manicured trees with snow caps add to the beauty of a winter garden.


We've seen and used public bath-houses, (sento), at several hotels on this trip, but the spacious baths at La Vista were the best! On the roof, with multiple baths of different temeperatures, some under cover inside and larger ones exposed to the snow and wind outside. We preferred the latter for an invigorating experience, and a fantsatic view of Mount Hakodate. The baths were popular - it looks like all hotel guests use them at some time. Bath-house culture and etiquette first migrated from India Buddhists to Japan in the Nara period (710–784), and the Tokugawa shogunate (1603–1868) introduced segregated houses to reestablish moral standards. Bath-houses provide an important social element in Japanese life, although their usage is somewhat declined because many private residences have their own bathrooms.

Open air bath-houses on the top floor of the La Vista Hotel, men on the left, ladies on the right.


No photos in a bath-house, but this is a classic print by Torii Kiyonaga (1752–1815).


View of Mount Hakodate as seen from warehouse district and La Vista bath-house.


We got around Hakodate on a street-car day ticket. The tram system now has 11km of lines over the flat parts of the city. It started as a horse-drawn system in 1897AD and was electrified in 1913. Like Melbourne, the system operates a variety of cars of varying ages. The system is much the same as buses we have ridden - get on at the middle door, pay the driver when you get off.

Streetcar near Jujigai stop, passing a historical manual track switching station.


Local produce store in Hakodate.


The "red brick warehouses" overlooked by Mount Hakodate.


One stop was to visit the Hakodate Tropical Botanic Garden at Yunokawawhich proved to be a 1km walk from the nearest stop and a navigational feat to find it. We could have avoided that if we had studied the map more carefully. Anyway, we went there to see the macaque monkeys in what we hoped would be a natural environment but, since we're in a big city, we should have known better. Dozens of macaques are held in an ugly concrete enclosure but at least they have a nice warm bath to relax and preen in, and some good toys to play on. It was a pretty sad sight, and we don't know why Lonely Planet gave this place a "star" but panned the much more attractive wilderness location at Jigokudani Yaen-koen near Nakano.

The saddest sight in Hakodate, these macaques in their enclosure.


"Will I ever get out of here", this guy might be thinking.


The monkeys have plenty of equipment to play around on.


The "monkey bath" was part of the Hakodate Tropical Botanic Garden, a large warm and humid glass covered pyramid filled with tropical plants and even a few turtles. This was a pleasant experience, and we're not quite sure how the monkey pen outside fits into the logic of a botanic garden.

Looking less miserable than the monkeys, this turtle basks in the warm environment of the Hakodate Tropical Botanic Garden.


Colorful bougainvillea doing well in the Garden.


Papaya growing in the tropical warmth.


Not very glamorous, but these "hot foot baths" are common around Hakodate.


Another stop was to see the Goryokaku Fort (1855AD), a very non-Japanese fort based on French design with a five-pointed star shape all the better to espy and resist attack, intended to repel a feared Russian invasion. It was the last refuge of the attempts by Japan's northern island to become an independent republic, Ezo in 1869. Imperial forces made short work of this and overwhelmed the fort quickly. Later that year, Hokkaido was given its present name, meaning "northern sea region" and eventually accorded full prefectural status in the country.

3D model of the star-shaped Goryohaku Fort, at its present day visitor entrance (bottom right).


Icy and slippery surfaces greet visitors to Goryohaku Fort.


The Hakodate Magistrate's Office (1862) was the short-lived Ezo republic administrative centre.


Rare blue sky behind the Goryokaku Tower.


Hijikata Toshizoh (1833-1869) was a "masterless swordsman" who protected the shogun, and died fighting for the Ezo republic.


Our arrival at Hakodate Station to depart was during the heaviest blizzard we've ever seen, after about 200-300mm overnight. The shinkansen finishes at Hakodate (until 2030 when it will extend "all the way" to Sapporo), so for our next journey, we caught the Super Hokuto diesel electric (no overhead wires) limited express for what would be our longest individual train sector of this trip (just under 4 hours).

Snowstorm at Hakodate Station as we awaited our train.


Our Super Hokuto to Sapporo had to plough through the snow to get to the platform.

03 February, 2017

The Rich Coast of Costa Rica


Somewhere overnight we passed from Panama to Costa Rica, and at 4:00am the Sea Lion called into the town of Golfito (used to be the port for a major banana growing region) where Adrienne, the purser, managed immigration formalities for everyone without having to wake us up, fortunately.

From there we spent three days cruising up the west coast of Costa Rica, stopping frequently to go ashore and enjoy the coastal rainforest. For a tropical jungle, the coast here seems so benign - the waters were relatively calm, there seemed to be no mosquitos or flies, we weren't warned about snakes and spiders, we weren't told to apply bug-spray, only sun-screen. Mostly, there were very few other people about. Paradise?

Well, the ancient Spanish invaders thought so too. There's dispute over who named Costa Rica, but none over why it was so named - the natives wore much gold jewellery. Of course, the Spanish took it and carted it to the old world via the Camino Real from Panama to Colon.

Map from the ship's noticeboard showing day by day stops.


Amy, our wellness specialist, hamming it up.


Golfo Dulce

By 08:30 were were anchored off a long pebbly beach in Golfo Dulce, Sweet Gulf, for a very short DIB ride to the private Casa Orquidea Botanic Gardens. The owners are two Americans who have been here for 37 years, and in that time have developed a spectacular garden from scratch just behind the foreshore. The site is only accessible by boat, and backs onto a national park, a truly idyllic location.

Casa Orquidea Botanic Garden, a touch of paradise in Costa Rica. A typical view from the boat.


The home of Ron & Trudy McAllister for 37 years.


Living quarters at Casa Orquidea.


The front garden of Casa Orquidea.


Here, we could enjoy the amazingly manicured garden, specialising in orchids, and the spectacular birdlife which somehow managed to get in front of the camera. And afterwards, for relief from the heat and humidity, we had a swim before returning to our ship.

Sarah piloting the drone for the expedition video.


Sarah's drone in flight.


Magnificent flora in the Casa Orquidea botanic garden.


In the garden.


In the garden.


Tanager at Casa Orquidea.


Yellow chested tryannulet.


And more, species totally unknown to us.


Scarlet macaws make photographers work to find them, but when you do, the results are fantastic.


Peek-a-boo!


Sea Lion relocated to the mouth of the Tigre River and offloaded all its kayaks for a desination paddle through a web of mangroves. Unwilling paddlers could take a DIB tour up the main part of the Tigre.

The kayak experience was pretty arduous. It was sunny, hot and humid. We paddled a kilometer or two into the mangrove swamp aided by an incoming tide and a light tailwind. Coming back, both of these factors were against us, and most kayakers were quite tuckered out at the end.

We saw numerous birds in the mangroves, white ibis and others, also a boa constrictor wound around a tree limb, and there were a few fisherman and houses hidden in there.

Kayaking the Tigre River was lovely until we ran out of water and had to work back against both tide and breeze.


Subsistence living in the mangrove swamp.


The watch boat made sure us kayakers were safe.


The entire eastern coast of Golfo Dulce, seems to be constituted of pebbly beaches behind which there is a steep hill of rainforest. Just like Casa Orquidea, there are many cleared areas behind the beaches containing camping areas or houses. These seem to be informal developments, but we understand that the government tolerates them as long as any constructions are set well back.

Peninsula de Osa

This is the peninsula which encloses and protects Golfo Dulce but now we were at San Pedrillo and fully explosed to the Pacific Ocean. The difference was notable, but nevertheless, the able DIB pilots of the Sea Lion gave us landings which were not too wet!

We came ashore at Caletas Reserve which is owned by a Costa Rican (name was something like Bam Bam who has created a basic resort here, with a couple of cottages and maybe a dozen permanent tents to rent. If you didn't want to bushwalk and birdwatch, horseriding along the beach was available, and about half a dozen of our fellow travellers took up this opportunity.

Numerous so called jungle vendors make and sell their own arts and crafts at the beach front - their sales technique is extremely polite and low pressure. Sea Lion passengers proved to be good shoppers, and the vendors had a good day.

One of the "jungle vendors" at work on the beach at Caletas.


Caletas Reserve is between two small coastal villages, and we saw lots of school aged children (still on holidays) walking up and down the windy track which joins them. Apparently, internet reception is better in some places than others!

Two village boys enjoying the last days of their holidays.


Ship's doctor John, a very keen birder, and his wife on the walk at Caletas Reserve.


Not quite glamping at Caletas.


We ate most meals aboard the Sea Lion, but here, the Sea Lion crew lugged a picnic lunch to the beach for us to enjoy.

Even in tropical paradise, you can't separate a boy from his screen.


Trogan in Caletas Reserve.


Hibiscus found in the forest at Caletas.


Then we went to Corcovado which was popular with gold miners and panners (who wreaked environmental havoc), but in 1986 Corcovado became a National Park. Here we had a short but difficult hike up to a waterfall. The 3km track was described as "strenuous" but it was really just "rough" with steep pinches and huge tree roots.

The reward at the top was a pleasant twin-waterfall with an inviting pool at the lower falls. Almost everyone who took the walk accepted the invitation and enjoyed a cool refreshing dip in the fresh water, somewhat cooler than the nearby ocean.

The Costa Rican flag flies proud on an informal pole at Corcovado National Park.


A passion flower in Corcovado National Park.


En route to the waterfall at Corcovado.


The upper waterfall.


A lizard enjoying the sun.


It was worth the long walk for this cool and refreshing waterfall dip.


Margrit and two of the Sea Lion's hotel staff thought so too.


Some sort of heron, hiding in the bush.


Manuel Antonio National Park

We sheltered the night in Bahía Drake, Drake Bay, pulling anchor about midnight in time to get to our next destination in time for breakfast. Our captain, Shawn Nettles, figured if it was good enough for Sir Francis to shelter here in the 1500's, it was good enough for Sea Lion too. Drake, in his role as pirate, apparently buried treasure here. Now Drake Bay seems to be an eco-tourism hotspot, characterised by being difficult to get to, except by boat.

In Drake Bay, the skipper turned lights on over the water. This attracts insects which brings hundreds of hungry fish to the surface, and then bats swoop in to capture the fish. Such an amazing cause-effect chain is obviously quite predictable in this location.

The Manuel Antonio National Park is tiny but popular amongst Costa Rica's national parks, and it's the only one we've seen that seems to actually encourage visitors with quality pathways and decent facilities. A town is visible from the park, and most visitors can walk in here from that town.

We landed in one corner of the beach an Manuel Antonio to avoid getting swamped.


We wet-landed at Espadilla Beach and did the Punta Catedral and sloth valley walks. The former was described as a "stairmaster", lots of steps up and down, the latter much flatter. Highlights of these walks were spectacular rainforest, scenic ocean and island views from high lookouts, another loud-mouthed howler monkey, two and three toed sloths (very camera shy), some rufous-winged woodpeckers, and white faced capuchins. And a pleasant beach to cool off in.

A town faces Manuel Antonio National Park, making it a very popular visiting spot.


Another ever-elusive howler monkey. Readily heard, hard to spot.


Tall and straight rainforest tree in Manuel Antionio.


This pair of rufous-winged woodpeckers were pecking and hopping up this tree.


Rather too familar with humans, these white faced capuchin monkeys near the beach in Manuel Antonio National Park.