Tsukuba
is a new city built around its university and research laboratories.
It is unusual in not being on the rail network so getting there is a
little complicated for visitors, however there is a lot of information
on the web, partly because every scientific conference in the city has
a website with information for visitors. A good starting point is the
website of Alien
Times, an English language newspaper for the many foreign residents
that the university attracts to the city.
The city is
modern and very cycle-friendly. It is just the right size to get around
on a bike, not hilly, there are wide cycle tracks alongside all the
main roads and a raised pedestrian/cycle route running down the spine
of the city to link all the main places you would want to visit. On
the minor roads you have the option of riding on the road (traffic is
light and considerate) or on the wide sidewalk. Most Japanese do the
latter but you will see them cycling on the road as well.
I was there
for four days for a conference and it was worth taking the Brompton
just for that short time. I whizzed from my hotel to the conference
centre in a couple of minutes, passing others for whom it was a 15 minute
trudge. If I had 20 minutes to spare I could go shopping or look around
the city. In the evening I could get back to my hotel, have a shower
and change and be in a restaurant in little more time than my colleagues
took to walk straight there. And there's little to beat cycling safely
back home in the warm late evening, full of excellent Japanese food
and drink.
The first time
I rode up to the front entrance of the conference centre the security
attendant waved me round the corner to the bicycle parking. Instead,
I did my slickest 15 second Brompton foldup and she awarded me a spontaneous
round of applause and held the door wide. Because it was an international
design conference I felt very pleased to be providing several demonstrations
daily of this excellent British design and a number of people asked
me where they could get one.
Wherever you
go with a Brompton, people take an interest. They are fascinated by
the way it folds, by its elegance and lightness and by its magical seven-league
boots effect. If you park it and stand aside anonymously for a while,
you will soon see somebody come along and examine it. Fold it in public
and look round, there's always at least one person paying close attention.
The only difference in Japan is that people are much more discreet and
you are unlikely to get the obvious attention that you attract in Britain.
Our hosts wanted
to provide some entertainment (obviously daily demonstrations of bicycle
origami by a mad Gaijin were not sufficient) and, rather than employing
a professional troupe, they brought in a group of drummers and dancers
from a local organisation working with young people who have learning
disabilities. The dancers were a mixed group and you had no definite
way of knowing which were the ones with disabilities apart from a couple
with Downs Syndrome. Their huge enjoyment was infectious, occasional
moments of confusion punctuating an otherwise disciplined performance
and I was both emotionally affected as well as entertained.
The catering
for this event was interesting. We were served quantities of excellent
tempura - morsels of vegetable and seafood fried in crisp light batter
- and tasty bowls of miso soup. However the only place to put the tempura
was in the soup, and this seemed to be the normal thing to do. For a
western palate the idea of turning such beautiful crisp bites into a
soggy mess was very strange but I daresay that's just my prejudice.
When it was
time to move on from Tsukuba I had to cycle about 10km to Tsuchiura
to catch a train. I set off along the cycleway alongside one of the
very busy main roads and wondered if the traffic would be difficult
once I left the town. I had paid close attention to the map, choosing
a route that followed the secondary route between the two towns and
worrying about getting lost. It soon became apparent that the route
was very clearly signed with Romaji (western) as well as Kanji text
and I only needed to consult my map when I entered Tsuchiura to ensure
that I was going in the right direction for the railway station.
Once I reached
the boundary of Tsukuba the cycleway vanished, the road changed from
a 4-lane dual carriageway to a 2-lane country road and the heavy urban
traffic faded away to almost nothing. The road surface was smooth, hills
were gentle, the air was mild, the heavily loaded Brompton felt stable
and under control and I bowled along feeling euphoric - I was really
travelling by bike in Japan, depending on nobody but myself.
The predominate
impression was that everything was in a small and human scale. The area
was hardly scenic but the road wound its way through a pleasant mixture
of town and country and, although this was just a brief bike interlude
before a long train journey, I felt greatly encouraged that my plans
were working and I was going to enjoy myself.
next....Niigata