<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - Japan</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><description>Japan</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[Japan's World Expo: The Future Is Here]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A18936-2005Apr1.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A18936-2005Apr1.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[There I was, soaring in the clouds to an accompaniment of classical music drifting down from the heavens. A flock of geese glided by, complaining loudly at the aerial intrusion by a group of pesky humans. And then, as fast as a raindrop, I was falling, falling, falling down to Earth, plunging into the inky ocean depths and wading with an array of those bizarre transparent fish with spiny teeth you normally only see on the Discovery Channel.]]></description><author> Anthony Faiola</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Japan's Shiraishi:  That Was Zen]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A56533-2005Jan7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A56533-2005Jan7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[So I'm sunning myself on a chaise longue, when suddenly it hits me: I'm on the perfect Zen vacation. This is Japan, the country that brought you the sound of one hand clapping. And at the moment, I am engaged in the act of inactivity -- making the sound of one man napping, you might say. How calm, how relaxing, how blissfully unexpected in a country better known for its urban techno-bustle.]]></description><author> Charles Lane</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lard of the Rings]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A32032-2004Dec3.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A32032-2004Dec3.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[ My 7-year-old son had just one question when I told him that our itinerary in Japan included a sumo wrestling tournament.]]></description><author> Charles Lane</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Hiroshima, Will Flip for Okonomiyaki]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A54546-2004Oct22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A54546-2004Oct22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[There are a couple of rites of passage for the American living in Hiroshima, Japan: engaging in intense debate over U.S. foreign policy with natives of the Peace City and being invited to try your hand at making and eating <em>okonomiyaki</em>.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Exposed, Japan's Hot Springs Come Clean]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A40566-2004Oct17.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A40566-2004Oct17.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[The disclosures of tainted hot springs in at least 20 resort towns have stained one of the most precious rituals of Japanese culture <br> -- group bathing.]]></description><author> Anthony Faiola</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Made in Kyoto]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A12745-2003Aug1.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A12745-2003Aug1.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Toting our loaded Canons, we went hunting for geishas just before dusk. I was itching for a shoot. Almost a week had passed since I'd arrived in Kyoto, the imperial capital of ancient Japan, yet I still hadn't managed to photograph a single one of those celebrated painted ladies.]]></description><author> Anthony Faiola</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Following the Flute to Kyoto]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A36652-2002Aug2.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A36652-2002Aug2.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[A correspondent's passion for the bamboo flute leads him to Japan to take music lessons from a master.]]></description><author> Patterson Clark</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[And This Little Shopper Went to Japanese Shrines]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A33356-2002May17.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A33356-2002May17.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[If they took human form, the Japanese shrine sale would be the snobbish, citified second cousin to its gap-toothed relation, the American flea market. The gulf between the two seemingly similar secondhand sales is nearly as vast as the ocean that separates America and Japan.]]></description><author> Alison Buckholtz</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Three Museums in the Mountains]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A31283-2000Oct28.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A31283-2000Oct28.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Japan is a great destination for exotic Asian temples and urban nighttime scenes that make Times Square seem like just another intersection. But when it comes to great museums, one doesn't usually think of Japan, and with good reason: The big national museums seem more like dankly lit bank vaults, guarding Buddhist art treasures too important to be left in the open-air temples in which they were meant to be seen.]]></description><author> Peter Klivans</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[SMART MOUTH]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17556-2000Sep16.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17556-2000Sep16.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[In a country where the corner trattoria is likely to serve spaghetti topped with seaweed, there is a relatively unknown cuisine that is at once Japanese, tasty and moderately priced: katei ryori, roughly translated as "home-style cooking."]]></description><author> Peter Klivans</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Okinawa's Day in the Sun]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47998-2000Jul15.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47998-2000Jul15.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[So let's start with the snakes. Everybody does. <P>The dreaded habu snake on Okinawa is not exactly a welcome mat for the island. It's green or brown, and hangs around in trees with such insouciance you don't notice it's not a branch.]]></description><author> Doug Struck</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hot and Unbothered]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A14584-2000Jun18.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A14584-2000Jun18.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/japan</guid><pubDate>Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:22:33 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Awise man once said the most famous places are often the least known. So it is with Japan. Most Americans believe this 1,000-mile-long island-nation consists entirely of cluttered apartment blocks, noisy pachinko parlors and crowded expressways.]]></description><author> Steven Knipp</author></item></channel></rss>