In September we went on a "field trip" to Nanbu, a little village up in the mountains. In order to pick fruit first you report to this little visitor center. Then you tell them which fruit, of those in season, that you would like to pick. Then they give you a map and show you the Japanese characters of the farmer's name so you can recognize their names on the signs outside their farms.
Here are some of the varieties of pears we could choose between. Although some of them look identical they all taste vastly different. It took the farmer to let us know which ones were which.
Ryan and the girls at the farm with Mt Nakuidake in the distance.
So I thought pear picking would be like fruit picking in the US where you go and pick all the fruit you want and then pay for it and go. Here you pay to eat all the fruit you can in an hour and they give you a bucket and knife and let you go to town.
Helen shows off the Japanese pears.
It started raining while we were there and we had to move inside. Don't worry, that didn't slow Jane down at all.
Jane got all juiced up on this adventure.
Here is a view of one of the farms we drove past.
3 comments:
What? It's like a fruit restaurant and you have to do all the work. Weird!
So, the real question is, how many pears can one eat in an hour? And then the second pertinent question is, do you all have Montezuma's revenge now? It does look like you had a lot of fun on your adventure. Your girls are cute!
I have to admit that I had to stop the girls from eating all the pears they saw, but I wasn't fast enough to prevent the cathartic affect of the fruit. For some reason, they weren't really interested in eating lunch when we were done.
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