With rain coming down in sheets, severely limiting visibility and flooding the roads, it may seem like a less than opportune time to rent a car and test one’s ability to drive on the opposite side of the road. Blame our soggy brains, but the usual trio of intrepid explorers thought otherwise. True, I was very reluctant at first---but two wet weekends confined in my apartment made me change my mind. There’s only so much poorly whitewashed wall and tatami mat that can be appreciated before going insane. Let’s go!! Anywhere but here…
Starting out, looks like it's going to be a wet one to me!!
Luckily, Japan as a whole and Kyushu to an even greater extent, is pretty small. A few hours drive can take you to an entirely different prefecture and offer a glimpse of a completely different way of life.
Small car for a small country with small roads. 
Different Area 1: Miyazaki-ken. In a nutshell--hilly, redicuously green, rivers at full capacity and swollen waterfalls, a random hostel and delicious cuisine.
Our main destination in northern Miyazaki-ken, Takachiho Gorge. What we might have seen in nicer weather...
...and the brown sludge we actually did see. The biggest disappointment? No boat rides.
Next, we drove around to get a feel for the area. We stopped for a brief snack and consulted a poorly drawn tourist map to determine the next sights on the agenda. We picked a waterfall and senic overlook called something like "Sea of the Clouds." Since it was rainy, we thought it would be pretty impressive. The waterfall turned out to be way better.
The road to the watefall trail head was narrow and wind-y. I felt like I manuevered our little car over at least 2 huge mountains in the process. We chose Justin Timberlake for the soundtrack during this portion of the adventure, and thought we were probably the first people ever to listen to his music on this particular stretch of road. Taking "internationalization" to a whole new level.
We parked in a deserted parking area and took our umbrellas along for the very soggy hike to the waterfall. Water was running down the concrete stairs and it was rather slippery. Luckily no one slipped, and the somewhat precarious trip was definitely worth it. The waterfall, which looked pretty in the brochures was swollen from all of the rain and shooting out of its crevasse with a loud roar.
Not your typical hiking look.
This picture hardly does the watefall justice. Imagine an intense roaring sound and lots of spray.
The "Sea of Clouds" lookout was the next stop. It was pretty, but nothing like the photos which showed thick blankets of clouds at sunset.
Yay for the self timer on Jamie's camera.
Lots of driving, and a few u-turns later, we arrived at our odd little hostel at the edge of an odd little town that was already in the middle of nowhere. The building reminded me of my summer camp counselor days. The entrance opened up into a huge common room with a long table down the middle and a basketball hoop on the wall. There was an industrial kitchen behind the front desk and two hallways leading back to the rooms. The room looked like every other Japanese style hostel room I have ever stayed in, but the bathroom was an odd configuration and had the tiniest sink I have ever seen. The lovely proprietors, recommended a local izakaya for dinner and we set out to enjoy chicken namban, the local specialty of the region. A simple description is chicken tempura. I think the plate below cost 600 yen and tasted like twice that much.
After dinner we took in a odd play at the local shrine and headed back to the hostel for an early night. I think we were all showered and in bed before 10. There's really not that much to do in the inaka.
A final view of picturesque Miyazaki-ken before we head to Oita.
Totally different area 2: Beppu, Oita-ken--touristy with tacky themed steam vents.
Stop #1. Somewhat surreal monkey mountain. We hopped on a tram that took us up into the forest. We hadn't stopped yet when we saw the first "wild" monkeys. From what I understand, these monkeys are wild in the sense that they can walk away any time they want, but when you get fed three times a day by a man with a microphone, no one is going anywhere. The monkeys are very accostumed to humans, and you can get really close to them, as Jamie demonstrates below. 
When it was feeding time, the monkeys came out of the forest in a disgusting rat-like surge, screaming and running all over one another and some small children that stood too close. It was a little disturbing in my opinion. The babies were incredibly cute though!!
Monkeys weren't the only animals we saw in Beppu. In the heart of the city are the famous "Hells" or natural steam vents that draw people from all over Japan to soak in their warm fabulousness. Since every steaming pond looks pretty much the same, enterprising people have added themes to a bunch of them, and for a special price, you can buy a booklet of tickets that admits you to each of them. We started out at the Umi Jigoku (Sea Hell) which had a lovely turquoise color and a quaint basket for boiling eggs sticking in it. While some hot springs are acutally this color, Lonely Planet informs me that the Sea Hell is dyed. 
There were some mud spurting hells...
...and the graphically named Chi-no-ike Jigoku (Blood Pool Hell).
Even more shameful than dyeing the water were the "hells" which claimed the steamy temperatures were ideal for breeding exotic animals. It was really unfortunate to see very large animals like a hippo and an elephant in impossibly small quarters, but at the same time, I don't know when I will get to feed them again. That was kind of fun and really disgusting at the same time.
Hungry, hungry, hippo for real.
At the completely rediculous Oni-yama Jigoku (Devil's Mountain Hell) only trained professionals (i.e. a local high schooler earning minimum wage) were allowed to feed the animals, which were a variety of sullen looking crocodiles, caiman and alligators. The kid who feed them clearly loved his job and putting on a show, dangling raw chicken over a pool full of about 30 huge animals, causing them to climb on top of one another and smash into the concrete walls to get at a piece of the action. I could hardly watch the whole thing, convinced that he was going to lose an arm in the process.
We also made a brief stop at the Sex Museum, which was...an experience. The whole building was lit in soft pink light, and various dioramas and the porn theater made for an interesting soundtrack. The first floor was dedicated to small ceramic figurines in various positions, a large collection of wooden dildoes, and a section with life size replicas of large mammal genitalia. Upstairs was a collection of erotic prints with all of the crotches blurred out. If you are in Beppu and want to experience something other than the onsens, stop by. Do not however, make a special trip.
Thus concluded our brief weekend adventure that took us to two completely different areas of Kyushu via a completely different mode of transportation than we are used to. While we were in possesion of our little car with its fancy navigation system, we felt so adult and free!! Bad weather? Dark out? No problem!! We can conquer it all. As soon as we returned it to the rental place (conveniently within walking distance of the jutaku) we were reduced back to our normal, less glamourous and at times severely limited, bicycle riding selves. Sigh.
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