I decide to go for an early morning wander. It seems that not much happens in Kyoto early on a Sunday morning. Very few shops are open, and there are hardly any people on the street. The one exception is a massive queue out into the street outside the local betting agency. I hadn’t thought of Japanese people as being big gamblers, but it seems I may have been wrong.
I walk through a park back towards the hotel. It is noisy and I see that one of the gardeners is armed with a leaf blower, and is busily trying to relocate some errant leaves. I am suddenly reminded of home. Our manic next door neighbour back in Melbourne uses his leaf blower every day, sometimes two or three times, sometimes during hurricanes, and sometimes at 7am on a Sunday morning. It drives us all insane. We came half way around the world to try to escape this incessant din, only to find the same noise again here early on a Sunday morning in Kyoto.