During one of my longest rides in Hokkaido (from Kussahro Lake, inland, to seaside Utoro), I passed a huge cemetery. In one direction, the cemetery stretched on, seemingly endless.
But when I turned 180 degrees around, there was a putt-putt golf course. This photo doesn’t really do it justice:
A very weird juxtaposition, especially for a culture where, for almost a week every August, business grinds to a halt so that family members can return to their familial homes to appease the returning spirits of their ancestors. If someone built a golf course next to my eternal resting place, I think I’d be doing some serious, serious haunting.
Posted by pmk at August 21, 2006 7:00 AM | TrackBackThat first picture is amazing- beautiful. It almost looks like a city sky-line. Is that intentional, I wonder?
It does seem like a weird juxtaposition, though.
Perhaps the spirits enjoy a rousing game of putt-putt as much as the rest of us?