Today Richard and I headed off to Mt. Takao, to take in the breath-taking views, get out of the city, and generally make the most of the sublime weather. At only ¥350 and 50 minutes away on the train, it was well worth the excursion, and the weather remained glorious throughout the morning and early afternoon. We decided to take the ‘chair lift’ to the halfway point, and as well as offering the opportunity to take in the gorgeous landscape, this option provided a real sense of exhilaration, with the sheer drops, absence of safety harnesses, and extremely weak looking ‘safety net’ not exactly filling either of us with confidence. The rest of the climb was fairly easy, although at times the hordes of tourists made it quite slow going, and as we descended the mountain on foot, we found ourselves surrounded by grandmas; running children; lethally leaf-laden paths; and more vertical drops, it was wonderful.
This evening I went with a friend to see a Japanese play in Shimo, it was put on by the same group that I made the film with, and they seemed very happy to see me, if a little shocked that I had sat thorough 90 minutes of post-modern Japanese theatre. The play was actually very interesting, and whilst most of it went over my head, when I checked with my friend afterwards I was amazed to find that I had actually got the crux of the plot. I am sure that this has more to do with a rudimentary understanding of theatre than a sudden proficiency in Japanese, but it was a fascinating experience, and one that has made me all the more determined to conquer ‘The Devil’s Tongue’.