James May: Our Man in Japan (2020) s01e04 Episode Script
Hey Bim!
1 (conch blowing) JAMES: So far on my north to south tour as ambassador for Anglo-Japanese relations Yes, we are completely naked.
I've been mocked by Misayo What are you doing? It's terrible.
JAMES: gunned down by Maki I'm coming to shoot you.
- (screams) - JAMES: Yeah! and then there was Yujiro.
Welcome to the land of the Rising Penis.
You can adjust to-to clean - your ass or your - Yes.
Can I call you master? - Master James? - Well, it's a bit weird.
This time, this: (shouting) JAMES: Ah! Yes, it is.
RoBoHon, tell me something interesting.
No.
JAMES: In a bid to escape my Tokyo guide, Yujiro, I've taken to the open road, and I'm currently somewhere in between the bright lights of the capital and Japan's spiritual heartland, Kyoto.
And to complement my deeply on-trend brown leather jacket, I'm astride nearly 200 horsepower of Kawasaki ZZR1400.
Phwoar! The significance of the motorcycle in the story of modern Japan is fully explained in my other documentary series, James May's Cars of the People, also available on Amazon Prime, along with streaming music, next-day delivery and more, but, in short, the Japanese motorcycle is the story of Japan's reindustrialization in the '50s and '60s.
The Japanese motorcycle became an ambassador for the country's excellence all around the world.
More to the point, if you've got a bike, you've also got some mates.
Here's my gang.
Harley-Davidson? You don't want to ride a Japanese bike? JAMES: I was thinking maybe we could go and see Mount Fuji.
Okay.
Let's saddle up.
That's it.
Whether you're ripping up Route 66 or tearing down the A22 to Eastbourne, the axioms of the modern biker gang are universal.
We want to be free, free to do what we want to do.
Free to burn ethically-sourced rubber.
So long as we have adequate lubrication, regular comfort brakes, and third-party fire and theft.
And that's what we're gonna do.
I hope the people of rural Japan are suitably worried because JM-usans Fugu-fish mad bike gang is out and soon we're gonna stop and have some noodles.
(laughter) Not that long ago, a lot of motorcyclists in Japan were effectively outlaws.
They had a terrible problem with biker gangs who just used to terrorize the place, but now it's become a rather polite weekend hobby.
Sort of spoils it in a way.
It's not bad anymore.
I mean, we're actually obeying the speed limit and we're not crossing the orange line.
I mean, what's happened to us? Still, let's not worry about that for the moment.
Let's relax and head towards the sacred mountain.
Ah, there it is.
One of Japan's most iconic emblems, Mount Fuji is technically an active stratovolcano for the geologically-minded among you.
Fuji-san, as the Japanese call it, has inspired countless artists and poets over the centuries.
And I can see why.
This is actually a completely Japanese experience, isn't it? Ancient and modern.
Motorcycle underneath me, Mount Fuji in the background.
And in another totally Japanese experience, because they're too polite to tell me I'm cramping their style, the bikers quietly and civilly bugger off.
Rubbish.
I don't know how many photographs of Fuji have ever been taken, but it must be millions, maybe hundreds of millions, and in accordance with the rule that says 97% of everything is rubbish, 97% of them are rubbish.
There is my effort, you see.
Absolutely terrible.
In fact, the crew they're professionals, remember have been doing this all morning.
Here is a small gallery of their efforts.
Okay, rubbish, rubbish.
Blurry cherry blossom.
Got power lines in it.
There, look.
Not even got the whole mountain in.
That's got my face in.
Oh, that's something completely different.
Yes, they're all rubbish, and that's the problem, you see.
If you take a photograph of Fuji, you're taking a photograph a record, if you like, of what it looks like, but that's not actually the point.
The point of Fuji to the Japanese is not what it looks like it's basically a triangle it's what it means.
And to depict what it actually means, you don't want a photograph, you want something more "interpretative.
" You need an artist.
I wonder if there is one around here.
Christ, yes, there's one.
(gong clangs) - This is Takayoshi Sakaria-san.
- Yes.
Uh, he is an artist.
He's been living here and painting Fuji for over 50 years in search of the truth, I suppose.
And, in a scene we shot earlier, here he is, painting the truth as he has done every single day for the last 50 years.
That's quite an extensive, albeit niche, back catalogue.
I think I'm about to get a lesson because I've noticed there are two easels.
The slope top of Fuji is about there.
If nothing else, it makes you look.
Can you tell me, Sakaria-san - Hai? -what is the meaning you're trying to find? What is important about the mountain? Most people would say, "Well, it's just a mountain.
" Mine looks absolute rubbish.
Why does his look better than mine? It's annoying.
I think it's because he's, like, an artist and I'm not.
I've now been painting for about (stammers) three quarters of an hour, and if you thought my photograph was bad, wait till you see this.
It's pretty shocking, but I have found, um, a haiku, an Issa haiku, which is sort of appropriate for the moment.
I'm gonna try it in Japanese on my host and see.
Uh, Sakaria-san.
- Yes? - Um - Oh! - Good? (laughs) Which could be interpreted in all sorts of ways, but especially with regards to my painting, I have climbed the mountain of trying to depict the meaning of Fuji, not the literal mountain, it definitely doesn't do that.
Should we have a reveal? I'll say it now, sumimasen, there it is.
I would actually give up everything I imagine that I can do, like playing the piano or making things out of wood or reassembling lawn mowers or whatever, just to be good at that.
Yours has life.
That is life and that means that's truth, and that's precious.
And if I could do that, I would stop doing everything else and just record the rest of my life, not even in words, just in little images that I'd then give away to people, and then die.
I'd be very happy with that.
JAMES: What? Well, buses are part of life, but what we're doing here is cutting through all that and saying, "Here is Fuji, the soul of Japan.
" We think it's a mountain, it's not.
It's merely a manifestation of what this country means, and we're trying to get we will never do it, but we may get close.
We can aim for it, and aiming for it is a cleansing and soul-satisfying experience, except in my case.
TOM: There was still a bus in the back of the shot, though.
Yeah, but I don't care if there's a bus in the back.
A bus is a part of life, that's what we're fighting against.
I'll put it you this way, if we turn this around the other way, and I was painting a picture of the bus going past, would you say, "Oh, well, that's all right, but there's a big mountain in the back of shot?" Well, put it this way, we're creating our own work, while you are creating your own work at the same time.
Yes, but this is art, that's photography no disrespect but that's a record of what's happening.
This is an interpretation of what is being felt in our hearts - and what it all means.
- (woman speaking Japanese) Yes, but to me this film doesn't mean a big Chinese bus.
It's you communing with nature and trying to decipher the mysteries of Japan.
I know, but art would have no meaning if it didn't exist in the real world.
If the world was only full of art, it would merely be the world.
That's the world, the bus; this is art.
It can only exist next to it.
Yes, but, in which case, why not just paint a picture of a bus? - I'm having an artistic tantrum.
- (laughing) I've had enough of this.
You can take a photograph of the bus.
It's a, it's a manufactured artifact, it's an elaborate photocopy of an original, that's what mass-produced items are.
Yeah, ramen? I appreciate that you, the viewers, don't particularly want to watch me having a big argument with the crew about the meaning of art, but it is a bit annoying when something has to stop, you know, in the heat of the moment because "there's a bus in shot.
" JAMES: Yes? But what I mean, did you particularly want the rocks in the film? Nobody ever sits down and watches a series on the telly and says, "That was great, there were no buses in it.
" No.
(stammers) Leave it in.
Yes.
I quit.
After a tense lunch during which the word "art" was mentioned nine more times, and I was gently reminded of my contractual obligation to finish the series, we called a truce long enough to travel to the next location which is Hamamatsu.
Hamamatsu is famously the home of Yamaha, who you will know as manufacturers of the Hari Kari 750 motorcycle, but actually, Yamaha began life in the late 19th century as a maker of musical instruments.
It still is a maker of musical instruments the world's biggest, in fact so today, we are off to watch pianos being made.
And it is odd to think that a company that makes motorcycles actually originally made musical instruments.
You can see why the technologies are related.
There's a lot of metalworking involved, a lot of precision, but, I mean, can you imagine if British Leyland had made a trombone? It would have been awful, wouldn't it? Almost as awful as if Yamaha branched out into menswear, like the jacket you're about to see.
This is actually the biggest grand piano factory - in the world, and produces something like this -(single note plays) every 15 minutes, which I find quite incredible, because I know where all the cars go cars are always being thrown away but a piano is, it's not for life.
It's usually for several lifetimes.
But anyway, I'm going to meet a Mr.
Suzuki.
Confusingly, he works for Yamaha, and he drives a Honda.
(gong clangs) - A Mazda? Oh - Mazda.
Sorry, that was wrong.
He Mr.
Suzuki drives a Mazda, not a Honda.
Um, anyway, let's start with a few basics.
This is the iron frame.
This is cast just over the road in Yamaha's own foundry.
This is why pianos are so heavy.
I reckon that weighs, at a guess, about 129 kilograms.
The cases of the pianos are also made in a separate factory.
What we're looking at here is final assembly.
This is where all the bits become an instrument and gain a soul.
And the employees gain vanilla shell suits.
Lucky them.
This is a classic example of what the Japanese do best.
Perfectly formed, finely tuned traditional yet modern instruments.
Here are robots driving the tuning pins into the pin block.
That has to be done very, very accurately, and why not use a machine tool? It's how Japan reindustrialized itself.
But there are some jobs too precious to entrust to robots.
So this is stringing.
Could I try this? - It's Elton John's piano? - Yes.
Is it really? I think that's Japanese for "We have a piano that doesn't really matter" that I can have a go on.
Let's put some strings on.
Before I can have a bash myself, I must be formally educated by Yamaha's Sultan of String, Mr.
Ogi.
Doku Ogi-san.
- I don't - (laughter) I don't want you to poison Mr.
Ogi.
Ogi Okay.
While Mr.
Suzuki goes to find Mr.
Ogi, I feel a movement coming on.
I'm going to play Chopin's "Revolutionary Etude".
That is That is roughly the "Revolutionary Etude" isn't it? - (chuckles) - (soft applause) Following this well-received but entirely imaginary intermezzo, Mr.
Ogi appears, alive and well.
(speaking indistinctly) But first, I need protection.
Three layers, in fact.
This is to stop me touching the strings, et cetera, with my filthy, oily layman's fingers.
Moisture is the enemy of these tempered, high-carbon steel strings, one of the many reasons you shouldn't play the piano in the bath.
And this is where the Japanese obsession with detail really comes into play.
The string is just appearing on the other side of the peg.
And now we need shi clockwise turns.
I am in hands-on heaven.
Every single one of the 230 strings must be hooked over hitch pins at the thin end of the piano, and then tightly and immaculately coiled around tuning pins at the business end.
And it's this painstakingly pedantic process that will create pitch-perfect tension and timbre.
That's what they should look like, but that's what mine look like.
I mean, they're tight, but they're a bit messy.
What does Mr.
Ogi think? Something tells me my enjoyment of the well-tempered clavier might lead to a bad-tempered crew.
Much as the director's going to hate this, I'm going to do it again.
Sorry, we just don't We don't have time.
Well, you've just been buggering about with the camera for half an hour.
Yes, I'm afraid we've got to move on to the next scene.
We can't do this again.
I will not be able to sleep if I don't do it properly.
- - (man speaks Japanese) That's about a half.
- Okay.
- Yeah, okay.
JAMES: Okay, that's better.
Ni.
Okay, hidari, migi.
I know what they're doing.
Migi hidari.
Yes? - You rotten bastards.
- (laughs) JAMES: Just so you know, that one's much better.
Having strung out the piano stringing scene for so long, the director only had five minutes to shoot the rest of the piano creation process.
How exciting is that? That's like the reverse of a crematorium.
A piano is born.
It's a baby grand.
And, remarkably, Yamaha has one piano that Elton John hasn't reserved.
(speaks Japanese) This is actually going to make me very melancholy because I was quite good at this 30 years ago, when I was young and optimistic, and I thought it would make me more interesting to girls.
And then I stopped playing the piano, and I put my piano into storage.
And then the next thing I knew, I was a very old man, and girls didn't find me interesting.
But I have recently started attempting to relearn the piano.
Um and I've been working on a few things, like this Beethoven sonata.
This is Number 32, uh, the C minor.
It's one of the most complicated.
I can't play it all by any means, but I have started to learn it, so I'll play a bit for you from the beginning.
By the end of the week, I think I'll probably be at the bottom of the first page.
First it was painting, then it was music.
With artistic differences still creating tension, the crew attempt to restore some harmony by offering me an olive branch.
Japan update.
Subject: massage.
I have a bad back.
I've had it for several days now.
But I've been told it can be sorted out with a proper Japanese massage.
Now, you do have to be quite careful with this sort of thing, obviously, but this is a pucker Japanese massage I'm not gonna say "parlor.
" Let's say "institution.
" It's licensed, and I'm going to have something called Ashiatsu, a form of foot massage.
Presumably administered by a waif-like geisha.
WOMAN: Face down, please.
- Face down? - Face down.
I thought it was a foot massage.
(speaks Japanese) Are you doing it? (woman speaking Japanese) (laughs) Face down? So hang on, what's he actually gonna do to me? (gong clangs) Ow! Oh, Jesus, this is agony.
God, his hands are hard.
Oh, hang on, is that his foot? Well, that's my leg.
It's meant to be fairly rigid.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Actually something went "clunk" then.
I think that was just my hip dislocating.
(laughter) Is this really supposed to do me some good - Aah! - (laughs) He's actually kicking me in the ass now.
- (James grunting) - (quiet laughter) I just want to make this absolutely clear for the viewers, the director and the crew said, "We know you've got a bad back, "we've arranged a foot massage for you because it'll sort it out.
" So I thought somebody, like reflexology, would press on the bit of my foot that corresponds with my back.
Oh, Jesus Christ almighty.
Could you tell him I've got very delicate knees? (grunts) Oh, hang on, I've got very delicate bollocks as well.
(laughter) You know how a lot of people go for massages regularly, and somebody sort of rubs you and puts a CD of whale music on and puts some smelly oil in a burner thing, and it's really nice.
This is none of those things.
He hasn't even dimmed the lights.
(laughter) JAMES: Oh, God.
JAMES: Yeah, yes, it is! Ah! Now just to be absolutely clear, viewers, that whole foot massage debacle was an elaborate trick by the film crew, not something of my choosing.
Although, I have to say, this is the next morning, it has done me some good.
I'm about half an inch taller because my spine is snapped.
Next, I'm taking my extra half inch to Kyoto.
In contrast to other major Japanese cities, this former capital was largely spared from American bombing during World War II.
As a result, you can't walk five paces without tripping over ancient temples and hallowed shrines.
So where better to experience some high-class Japanese entertainment? I'm now off to spend several very pleasant hours being entertained by a geisha, and before you jump to conclusions, that's not what you think.
There is a rather bad misconception in the West about geishas, which is that they are some sort of high-class call girl, but nothing can be further from the truth, to be honest.
The word "geisha" comes from two kanji symbols that mean "art" and "performer.
" You go to see a geisha because you wish to be entertained.
That's all there is to it.
I am going to a music and dance event with tea.
Sounds perfect.
I might take some biscuits.
(gong clangs) JAMES: Geishas like Tomitsuya here have been Japan's top entertainers since the 17th century.
And I must say, she looks pretty good for a 400-year-old.
And as I sit here in considerable discomfort during the traditional tea ceremony, I wonder if this longevity is something to do with how long it takes to make a cuppa.
And bow.
- Oh, bow.
- Thank you.
(giggles) And pick up your bowl with right hand, and please start drinking.
Yes.
That's quite nice.
Are you going to drink it as well? - No.
- Why is that? Because I am the host of tea ceremony, - and you are the guest.
- Oh.
Um.
(giggles) JAMES: Perhaps now's not the time for an Anglo-Japanese teatime culture swap.
(mouths) (whispers): Get rid of those.
Next on the bill: dance.
(music and singing in Japanese) Traditional Japanese dances enact the meaning of the lyrics in the song, which are usually based on the seasons.
This little number is called "Spring Rain," during which the fan is used to symbolize many different things, such as an umbrella, a mirror, or the tail section of a Boeing-Stearman crop duster.
- (clapping) - Fantastic.
Next, apparently, it's music.
This is excellent, really.
It's like Wednesday afternoons at school when I was a lad.
You did a bit of this, a bit of that.
(playing music) JAMES: To become a geisha, you must master many different art forms, including making polite and witty conversation, calligraphy and underwater arc welding.
(singing and music continues) (laughs) Did you like the song? Thank you.
JAMES: That's a shamisen.
It's like a cross between a lute and a banjo, but only has three strings.
- Made out of silk.
- Silk? Silk.
And skin is kitten.
- (laughs) - Not seriously? - It is from cat.
(giggles) - Oh.
I like cats.
Me, too.
(laughs) - But you make musical instruments out of them.
-Aww (laughing) - It goes here - And this used to be a cat? The shamisen has its origins in China, but rose to popularity in Japan about 500 years ago, coincidentally around the time people's pets started disappearing.
- Is this rubbish? - (laughs) You are much better than when I started.
(laughing) I'm very honest.
(laughs) - I enjoyed that, thank you.
- Thank you.
(laughs) - Thank you very much.
- (speaks Japanese) It's been a very nice afternoon.
- Very cultural.
- Thank you.
(giggles) It's exactly what I came here for.
(speaks Japanese) Arigato gozaimasu.
JAMES: As a parting gift, Tomitsuya gave me a CD of her greatest hits for the onward journey.
I may have made the translation up.
(singing and playing music) I was actually thinking for a moment that maybe I should learn to play the shamisen, but I don't want to play a musical instrument made out of a cat, because I like cats, and Sean on camera says, "Well, when your cat dies, why not have it made into something useful like a musical instrument?" But that's a bit like making a sports bag out of your grandpa.
Now, viewers, I have here Tomitsuya's business card, if you like.
So anytime I'm in Kyoto from now on, I can phone up and arrange for some shamisen music and a spot of dancing for relaxation.
And I will.
I'm a little bit in love with her, if I'm honest.
Although that's not the point.
Bereft, I set about driving the streets of Kyoto, mourning the now-gaping hole in my life left behind by Tomitsuya.
So I decided to fill it with a scene about exquisite Japanese joinery.
Oh.
Oh.
Sorry, I've become slightly flushed.
Which the lawyers deemed too explicit to show.
The wood would have to wait.
(gong clangs) I decided that I'd like to go on a tour of Kyoto's historic shrines and temples.
And of course, you can get a guided tour.
You can follow someone with a sign on a stick, along with some Americans in funny trousers.
But instead, I've decided to go for RoBoHon, your digital, experimental, futuristic tour guide.
RoBoHon, currently only available in Japan, is described by its makers as the future of robotics.
They're packed with cutting-edge tech: smartphone, HD projector, and, most relevant to us, can give automatic tour guide information based on your location.
Welcome then, to the future.
So all I have to do now is press him on the top of the head, and the action will begin.
Pardon? Oh.
Hang on a minute, RoBoHon.
I have to get my children's TV presenter glasses out.
I'm just going to put you down.
Don't be alarmed.
What shall I call myself for the purposes of this? Nickname.
Jim.
No, I've done that wrong.
TOM: You've written your name wrong? Oh, no, I've written "Bim.
" Oh, no, I'm (chuckles) There you are.
I'm Bim.
And so it begins.
Bim and RoBoHon's excellent adventure.
The latter with his wealth of GPS-activated local knowledge, the former with his inability to spell his own name.
What? Wow.
Yes, it is.
That's not (chuckling): Not really an amazing fact.
I've had a watch since I was three, you idiot.
(chuckling) I'm starting to have reservations about RoBoHon's tour guide credentials.
Where are we going? Are you awake? No.
If this actually makes it into the program (laughing): I'll know we were really desperate.
After turning him off and on again several times, RoBoHon finally finds something he wants to talk about.
What? And what's that? What? You just said that, you digital (bleep).
As we approach our first stop, RoBoHon has clearly taken my constructive criticism on board.
What? Did you know, I knew that.
I've heard it somewhere before.
Clearly a buff on bridges There it is! RoBoHon's less sure on temples and shrines.
Disappointing, considering there are over 2,000 of them in Kyoto, and they're kind of the reason I came.
Okay.
Back to the car.
We're going back to the car, RoBoHon.
(high-pitched): Yes, okay.
It's down the steps through the red gate.
(regular pitch): Okay.
I never thought I'd say it, but I'm starting to miss Yujiro.
RoBoHon, tell me something interesting.
But not the bit about the bridge or I'll throw you out the (bleep) window.
(chuckles) Google would at least say "Did you mean Jim?" (chuckling): But not RoBoHon.
"Hey, Bim.
" (laughter) (laughter) Ah, the suspense is killing me, waiting for RoBoHon to tell me something interesting.
Having seen the film Lost in Translation, I do know that this particular Zen Buddhist temple called Nanzen-ji, is where Scarlett Johansson once wafted around in wistful solitude.
At least someone had the right idea.
What? Is it? I think one of the other tourists dropped him on his head.
(laughter) It's the (laughs) I can see people thinking, "Why has that grown man "got a plastic doll (laughing): hanging round his neck?" (laughter continues) You've probably realized by now that if you want to learn about Kyoto, you'll just have to look it up yourself.
Unless of course, you'd like to know that Shijo-Ohashi is a bridge representative of Kyoto that crosses the Kamo River over Shiju Street.
It's also called Gion Bashi.
Yes.
- (laughing) - Tell me how was it? Hello, viewers, Bim here.
Now, do not be alarmed.
I know it looks as though James May's Land Cruiser has been put through a face swap app, but it hasn't.
I've actually swapped it temporarily for a Daihatsu Move, and a Daihatsu Move is a keijidosha, a kei car.
This piece of Tupperware on wheels is a by-product of a postwar government initiative, encouraging the manufacture of cars that are cheap, can fit into tiny urban parking slots and most importantly, look silly.
Although the kei car is rooted in pragmatism and economy and everything else that characterized postwar Japan, it was inevitable that eventually somebody would say, "Well, what if we race them?" Well, what if we do? Let's find out.
Feel that go! And through the magic of editing, I'm at Suzuka, the home of Japanese F1 racing.
But don't expect to see any of your Rosburgs or Raikkonens today.
This is far more specialist.
Just remember that many greats have raced here, admittedly not in a car like this, but Hold onto your handbrakes it's the Honda Keijidosha N-One single-make owner's cup championship.
As the old beast Land Cruiser struggles to stay on the circuit.
Look at that.
It's fantastic.
Now if I could just slip into my other TV job for a moment, I'm here to tell you that, good though Honda's NSX supercar is, the N-One puts the "K" in "okay.
" There you go, you only need 660CC to campaign one of the world's great race circuits.
Hang on a minute, I think I just spotted something on the track back there that besmirches Japan's famed fastidiousness.
I think I might have a job.
(sweeping) Look.
Rubber.
This is one of the most beautifully designed, best equipped race circuits in the world, but you're expected to sweep the whole thing with something from Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
It is just a load of twigs.
(high-pitched voice): Hey, Bim, guess what? There's another 3.
2 miles to go.
Now, while I finish up here, I should probably explain about the race, and it really doesn't get more even than this.
Same Honda N-One.
Same maximum speed of 97 miles an hour.
The only difference is the skill of the drivers and how much they had for breakfast.
While the teams get their pre-race Zen on, I'm given another job, relaying this electric atmosphere to the wider world as Suzuka's newest reporter.
This is something you simply won't see outside of Japan because the cars simply don't exist outside of Japan.
Each one is raced by an enthusiastic amateur owner.
The unmodified engine develops a neck-snapping 63 horsepower.
Get ready for some proper wheel-to-wheel racing action.
It's time for Suzuka's newest reporter to hit the grid to interview all of today's 48 kei car competitors.
Oh, hello.
That's a rather nice Yoshimura Suzuki Motul GSX R1000.
I mean, I've watched countless videos on YouTube, I've even got a poster in my garage, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be able to Time to get back down to the grid to interview one of today's kei car competitors.
Konnichiwa.
Do you speak any English? A little.
Excellent.
How do you rate your chances today? Yeah, uh, I - Okay.
- Sorry.
Well, very good luck, I'll be looking out for you.
Don't forget to shut the window.
After that blistering insight into the intricacies of kei car race tactics, we now cross over live to Suzuka's newest commentator.
Over to you, Bim.
And they're off! Our man, 390, is in second place already, where he started.
And there they go! Our man's just taken the lead.
He's moved into first place.
It does look a little bit like the traffic in Tokyo, a line of kei cars not going terribly quickly.
And our man is still in the lead.
Anything could happen, but I bet it doesn't.
I spoke too soon.
In a dramatic turn of events, our man slips back to seventh place after doing a full 180-degree spin.
That's a lie.
He's still in the lead.
As is the case with most motor racing events, bugger all happens.
Perhaps it's time for a haiku.
(clears throat) Kei car, oh, kei car, why are you so damn slow, car? God, I want that bike.
Here they come! It's our man! Our man wins! (honking high-pitched horn) These drivers come from far and wide to compete for arguably the most sought-after prize in the racing world.
What is the prize for winning the N-One Championship? And, a bottle of? - Bottle of apple juice.
- Yes.
Well, that's really, really good.
- It was great to watch.
- Fantastic.
- Yeah.
- Really excellent race.
Best race I've seen for ages.
But there's no time to revel in an orgy of meat and, um, apple juice, as I've somewhere else to be.
Namely, Japan's oldest purpose built martial arts center, the Kyoto Budo, where people flock from all across the globe to learn aikido.
This is not just a load of flouncing about to kung fu film sound effects.
It's a lot more esoteric than that.
In fact, I have some information here from the American Association of Aikido, and it says: "Aikido is not only a means of vanquishing a foe" (martial arts shouts) "it's a means of promoting the positive character of the ideal warrior" (shouts) "and ultimately of transcending dualistic conflict.
" (shouts) "Aikido is a comprehensive system of throwing, joint-locking, striking, and pinning techniques.
" (shouting) Sounds like I'm gonna get my head kicked in.
(martial arts shouting) (shouting continues) But actually, I may be wrong about that.
Aikido seems to be more like a version of Japanese line dancing with some shouting, and you do it wearing pajamas.
There's even a scale model of a woman to direct the choreography.
Ah.
Wow.
Well, I think the moral of that is, if you're gonna attack a small Japanese woman in a pub with your mates, make sure you know how to fall properly.
It turns out this is Sensei Kataowka-Aoi, beater-upperer of hundreds of Western gaijin, especially if they pronounce her name wrongly.
Sh-She'll be gentle to you.
Right.
That's very reassuring.
She has to turn me into a martial arts action hero in a matter of on-screen minutes.
So if I come at you The Force, it seems, is strong with this one.
Okay.
For the second time this episode, I'm floored by a girl.
That was all locked all the way through there.
Is it I-I hate to do that.
No, I got it wrong.
Hang on.
(grunts) It's that that.
(speaking indistinctly) (grunts) (chuckles) Well, I'm just staggered.
She only weighs about four stone.
She's whoopin' my ass.
Now, it should be noted that aikido is a very Japanese martial art.
It is not kung fu, which is a term covering a number of Chinese martial arts.
Unfortunately, by the time we told our edit team this, they'd already excitedly looked out a load of chop-socky '70s kung fu sound effects.
For what follows, sumimasen or whatever they say in China.
(grunting) (grunting, blows striking, hands whooshing through air) Yeah! ROBOHON: Bim, guess what? (yelling, grunting, blows striking) Waah! (applause) - (indistinct talking) - Thank you.
Now, I know we were taking the mick out of that a bit with our '70s kung fu fantasy, but in all seriousness, if you did that for 15 minutes every day, you would be like the willow of the Japanese proverb.
And while we're on Japanese proverbs, another one says: "It is better to bow than to break.
" That's lunch, director, or I'll bust one of your arms.
If you've just tuned in, which would be odd given this is a streaming service, here's what you've missed.
I'm having an artistic tantrum.
I've had enough of this.
Jesus Christ almighty! Aah! And this used to be a cat? Bim, guess what? (laughing) Plus something you didn't, because the lawyers advised us to cut it out.
You're not meant to eat the sweets on display.
You'll have to buy that one, then.
Well, I will buy.
It's only Holy shit.
Anyway, with three minutes still left to fill, and our haiku quota unmet, the crew have shoved me into a bamboo forest on my own with the direction, "Just get on with it.
" Ah, hello, viewers.
You join me in the bamboo forest just outside Kyoto.
And it's quite interesting, this, because we've arrived at the end of program four out of six, in which we're trying to divine the meaning of Japan and everything Japanese.
But actually, the answer, just as it was 42 in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, is bamboo.
Because the Japanese can do pretty much everything with bamboo.
They can eat the shoots.
They can make the scaffolding for buildings.
They can make buildings themselves.
They can make furniture.
They can make shoes.
They can make a bamboo hat.
Everything they can make out of bamboo.
Well, they can't make a CD player out of bamboo, obviously, but you know what I mean.
The Japanese say that if there's an earthquake, you should run into the bamboo forest, because the roots make the ground so stable that it isn't going to split apart and swallow you up.
In fact, they even have a word for this effect, the way the sun shines through a bamboo forest specifically and makes this dappled-light effect on the ground.
That's called komorebi.
Anyway, I thought I'd celebrate this rather marvelous moment with a haiku of my own.
Oh, the old bamboo, a song in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang that was crap.
See you next time.
Peach blossoms are so beautiful, aren't they, Bim?
I've been mocked by Misayo What are you doing? It's terrible.
JAMES: gunned down by Maki I'm coming to shoot you.
- (screams) - JAMES: Yeah! and then there was Yujiro.
Welcome to the land of the Rising Penis.
You can adjust to-to clean - your ass or your - Yes.
Can I call you master? - Master James? - Well, it's a bit weird.
This time, this: (shouting) JAMES: Ah! Yes, it is.
RoBoHon, tell me something interesting.
No.
JAMES: In a bid to escape my Tokyo guide, Yujiro, I've taken to the open road, and I'm currently somewhere in between the bright lights of the capital and Japan's spiritual heartland, Kyoto.
And to complement my deeply on-trend brown leather jacket, I'm astride nearly 200 horsepower of Kawasaki ZZR1400.
Phwoar! The significance of the motorcycle in the story of modern Japan is fully explained in my other documentary series, James May's Cars of the People, also available on Amazon Prime, along with streaming music, next-day delivery and more, but, in short, the Japanese motorcycle is the story of Japan's reindustrialization in the '50s and '60s.
The Japanese motorcycle became an ambassador for the country's excellence all around the world.
More to the point, if you've got a bike, you've also got some mates.
Here's my gang.
Harley-Davidson? You don't want to ride a Japanese bike? JAMES: I was thinking maybe we could go and see Mount Fuji.
Okay.
Let's saddle up.
That's it.
Whether you're ripping up Route 66 or tearing down the A22 to Eastbourne, the axioms of the modern biker gang are universal.
We want to be free, free to do what we want to do.
Free to burn ethically-sourced rubber.
So long as we have adequate lubrication, regular comfort brakes, and third-party fire and theft.
And that's what we're gonna do.
I hope the people of rural Japan are suitably worried because JM-usans Fugu-fish mad bike gang is out and soon we're gonna stop and have some noodles.
(laughter) Not that long ago, a lot of motorcyclists in Japan were effectively outlaws.
They had a terrible problem with biker gangs who just used to terrorize the place, but now it's become a rather polite weekend hobby.
Sort of spoils it in a way.
It's not bad anymore.
I mean, we're actually obeying the speed limit and we're not crossing the orange line.
I mean, what's happened to us? Still, let's not worry about that for the moment.
Let's relax and head towards the sacred mountain.
Ah, there it is.
One of Japan's most iconic emblems, Mount Fuji is technically an active stratovolcano for the geologically-minded among you.
Fuji-san, as the Japanese call it, has inspired countless artists and poets over the centuries.
And I can see why.
This is actually a completely Japanese experience, isn't it? Ancient and modern.
Motorcycle underneath me, Mount Fuji in the background.
And in another totally Japanese experience, because they're too polite to tell me I'm cramping their style, the bikers quietly and civilly bugger off.
Rubbish.
I don't know how many photographs of Fuji have ever been taken, but it must be millions, maybe hundreds of millions, and in accordance with the rule that says 97% of everything is rubbish, 97% of them are rubbish.
There is my effort, you see.
Absolutely terrible.
In fact, the crew they're professionals, remember have been doing this all morning.
Here is a small gallery of their efforts.
Okay, rubbish, rubbish.
Blurry cherry blossom.
Got power lines in it.
There, look.
Not even got the whole mountain in.
That's got my face in.
Oh, that's something completely different.
Yes, they're all rubbish, and that's the problem, you see.
If you take a photograph of Fuji, you're taking a photograph a record, if you like, of what it looks like, but that's not actually the point.
The point of Fuji to the Japanese is not what it looks like it's basically a triangle it's what it means.
And to depict what it actually means, you don't want a photograph, you want something more "interpretative.
" You need an artist.
I wonder if there is one around here.
Christ, yes, there's one.
(gong clangs) - This is Takayoshi Sakaria-san.
- Yes.
Uh, he is an artist.
He's been living here and painting Fuji for over 50 years in search of the truth, I suppose.
And, in a scene we shot earlier, here he is, painting the truth as he has done every single day for the last 50 years.
That's quite an extensive, albeit niche, back catalogue.
I think I'm about to get a lesson because I've noticed there are two easels.
The slope top of Fuji is about there.
If nothing else, it makes you look.
Can you tell me, Sakaria-san - Hai? -what is the meaning you're trying to find? What is important about the mountain? Most people would say, "Well, it's just a mountain.
" Mine looks absolute rubbish.
Why does his look better than mine? It's annoying.
I think it's because he's, like, an artist and I'm not.
I've now been painting for about (stammers) three quarters of an hour, and if you thought my photograph was bad, wait till you see this.
It's pretty shocking, but I have found, um, a haiku, an Issa haiku, which is sort of appropriate for the moment.
I'm gonna try it in Japanese on my host and see.
Uh, Sakaria-san.
- Yes? - Um - Oh! - Good? (laughs) Which could be interpreted in all sorts of ways, but especially with regards to my painting, I have climbed the mountain of trying to depict the meaning of Fuji, not the literal mountain, it definitely doesn't do that.
Should we have a reveal? I'll say it now, sumimasen, there it is.
I would actually give up everything I imagine that I can do, like playing the piano or making things out of wood or reassembling lawn mowers or whatever, just to be good at that.
Yours has life.
That is life and that means that's truth, and that's precious.
And if I could do that, I would stop doing everything else and just record the rest of my life, not even in words, just in little images that I'd then give away to people, and then die.
I'd be very happy with that.
JAMES: What? Well, buses are part of life, but what we're doing here is cutting through all that and saying, "Here is Fuji, the soul of Japan.
" We think it's a mountain, it's not.
It's merely a manifestation of what this country means, and we're trying to get we will never do it, but we may get close.
We can aim for it, and aiming for it is a cleansing and soul-satisfying experience, except in my case.
TOM: There was still a bus in the back of the shot, though.
Yeah, but I don't care if there's a bus in the back.
A bus is a part of life, that's what we're fighting against.
I'll put it you this way, if we turn this around the other way, and I was painting a picture of the bus going past, would you say, "Oh, well, that's all right, but there's a big mountain in the back of shot?" Well, put it this way, we're creating our own work, while you are creating your own work at the same time.
Yes, but this is art, that's photography no disrespect but that's a record of what's happening.
This is an interpretation of what is being felt in our hearts - and what it all means.
- (woman speaking Japanese) Yes, but to me this film doesn't mean a big Chinese bus.
It's you communing with nature and trying to decipher the mysteries of Japan.
I know, but art would have no meaning if it didn't exist in the real world.
If the world was only full of art, it would merely be the world.
That's the world, the bus; this is art.
It can only exist next to it.
Yes, but, in which case, why not just paint a picture of a bus? - I'm having an artistic tantrum.
- (laughing) I've had enough of this.
You can take a photograph of the bus.
It's a, it's a manufactured artifact, it's an elaborate photocopy of an original, that's what mass-produced items are.
Yeah, ramen? I appreciate that you, the viewers, don't particularly want to watch me having a big argument with the crew about the meaning of art, but it is a bit annoying when something has to stop, you know, in the heat of the moment because "there's a bus in shot.
" JAMES: Yes? But what I mean, did you particularly want the rocks in the film? Nobody ever sits down and watches a series on the telly and says, "That was great, there were no buses in it.
" No.
(stammers) Leave it in.
Yes.
I quit.
After a tense lunch during which the word "art" was mentioned nine more times, and I was gently reminded of my contractual obligation to finish the series, we called a truce long enough to travel to the next location which is Hamamatsu.
Hamamatsu is famously the home of Yamaha, who you will know as manufacturers of the Hari Kari 750 motorcycle, but actually, Yamaha began life in the late 19th century as a maker of musical instruments.
It still is a maker of musical instruments the world's biggest, in fact so today, we are off to watch pianos being made.
And it is odd to think that a company that makes motorcycles actually originally made musical instruments.
You can see why the technologies are related.
There's a lot of metalworking involved, a lot of precision, but, I mean, can you imagine if British Leyland had made a trombone? It would have been awful, wouldn't it? Almost as awful as if Yamaha branched out into menswear, like the jacket you're about to see.
This is actually the biggest grand piano factory - in the world, and produces something like this -(single note plays) every 15 minutes, which I find quite incredible, because I know where all the cars go cars are always being thrown away but a piano is, it's not for life.
It's usually for several lifetimes.
But anyway, I'm going to meet a Mr.
Suzuki.
Confusingly, he works for Yamaha, and he drives a Honda.
(gong clangs) - A Mazda? Oh - Mazda.
Sorry, that was wrong.
He Mr.
Suzuki drives a Mazda, not a Honda.
Um, anyway, let's start with a few basics.
This is the iron frame.
This is cast just over the road in Yamaha's own foundry.
This is why pianos are so heavy.
I reckon that weighs, at a guess, about 129 kilograms.
The cases of the pianos are also made in a separate factory.
What we're looking at here is final assembly.
This is where all the bits become an instrument and gain a soul.
And the employees gain vanilla shell suits.
Lucky them.
This is a classic example of what the Japanese do best.
Perfectly formed, finely tuned traditional yet modern instruments.
Here are robots driving the tuning pins into the pin block.
That has to be done very, very accurately, and why not use a machine tool? It's how Japan reindustrialized itself.
But there are some jobs too precious to entrust to robots.
So this is stringing.
Could I try this? - It's Elton John's piano? - Yes.
Is it really? I think that's Japanese for "We have a piano that doesn't really matter" that I can have a go on.
Let's put some strings on.
Before I can have a bash myself, I must be formally educated by Yamaha's Sultan of String, Mr.
Ogi.
Doku Ogi-san.
- I don't - (laughter) I don't want you to poison Mr.
Ogi.
Ogi Okay.
While Mr.
Suzuki goes to find Mr.
Ogi, I feel a movement coming on.
I'm going to play Chopin's "Revolutionary Etude".
That is That is roughly the "Revolutionary Etude" isn't it? - (chuckles) - (soft applause) Following this well-received but entirely imaginary intermezzo, Mr.
Ogi appears, alive and well.
(speaking indistinctly) But first, I need protection.
Three layers, in fact.
This is to stop me touching the strings, et cetera, with my filthy, oily layman's fingers.
Moisture is the enemy of these tempered, high-carbon steel strings, one of the many reasons you shouldn't play the piano in the bath.
And this is where the Japanese obsession with detail really comes into play.
The string is just appearing on the other side of the peg.
And now we need shi clockwise turns.
I am in hands-on heaven.
Every single one of the 230 strings must be hooked over hitch pins at the thin end of the piano, and then tightly and immaculately coiled around tuning pins at the business end.
And it's this painstakingly pedantic process that will create pitch-perfect tension and timbre.
That's what they should look like, but that's what mine look like.
I mean, they're tight, but they're a bit messy.
What does Mr.
Ogi think? Something tells me my enjoyment of the well-tempered clavier might lead to a bad-tempered crew.
Much as the director's going to hate this, I'm going to do it again.
Sorry, we just don't We don't have time.
Well, you've just been buggering about with the camera for half an hour.
Yes, I'm afraid we've got to move on to the next scene.
We can't do this again.
I will not be able to sleep if I don't do it properly.
- - (man speaks Japanese) That's about a half.
- Okay.
- Yeah, okay.
JAMES: Okay, that's better.
Ni.
Okay, hidari, migi.
I know what they're doing.
Migi hidari.
Yes? - You rotten bastards.
- (laughs) JAMES: Just so you know, that one's much better.
Having strung out the piano stringing scene for so long, the director only had five minutes to shoot the rest of the piano creation process.
How exciting is that? That's like the reverse of a crematorium.
A piano is born.
It's a baby grand.
And, remarkably, Yamaha has one piano that Elton John hasn't reserved.
(speaks Japanese) This is actually going to make me very melancholy because I was quite good at this 30 years ago, when I was young and optimistic, and I thought it would make me more interesting to girls.
And then I stopped playing the piano, and I put my piano into storage.
And then the next thing I knew, I was a very old man, and girls didn't find me interesting.
But I have recently started attempting to relearn the piano.
Um and I've been working on a few things, like this Beethoven sonata.
This is Number 32, uh, the C minor.
It's one of the most complicated.
I can't play it all by any means, but I have started to learn it, so I'll play a bit for you from the beginning.
By the end of the week, I think I'll probably be at the bottom of the first page.
First it was painting, then it was music.
With artistic differences still creating tension, the crew attempt to restore some harmony by offering me an olive branch.
Japan update.
Subject: massage.
I have a bad back.
I've had it for several days now.
But I've been told it can be sorted out with a proper Japanese massage.
Now, you do have to be quite careful with this sort of thing, obviously, but this is a pucker Japanese massage I'm not gonna say "parlor.
" Let's say "institution.
" It's licensed, and I'm going to have something called Ashiatsu, a form of foot massage.
Presumably administered by a waif-like geisha.
WOMAN: Face down, please.
- Face down? - Face down.
I thought it was a foot massage.
(speaks Japanese) Are you doing it? (woman speaking Japanese) (laughs) Face down? So hang on, what's he actually gonna do to me? (gong clangs) Ow! Oh, Jesus, this is agony.
God, his hands are hard.
Oh, hang on, is that his foot? Well, that's my leg.
It's meant to be fairly rigid.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Actually something went "clunk" then.
I think that was just my hip dislocating.
(laughter) Is this really supposed to do me some good - Aah! - (laughs) He's actually kicking me in the ass now.
- (James grunting) - (quiet laughter) I just want to make this absolutely clear for the viewers, the director and the crew said, "We know you've got a bad back, "we've arranged a foot massage for you because it'll sort it out.
" So I thought somebody, like reflexology, would press on the bit of my foot that corresponds with my back.
Oh, Jesus Christ almighty.
Could you tell him I've got very delicate knees? (grunts) Oh, hang on, I've got very delicate bollocks as well.
(laughter) You know how a lot of people go for massages regularly, and somebody sort of rubs you and puts a CD of whale music on and puts some smelly oil in a burner thing, and it's really nice.
This is none of those things.
He hasn't even dimmed the lights.
(laughter) JAMES: Oh, God.
JAMES: Yeah, yes, it is! Ah! Now just to be absolutely clear, viewers, that whole foot massage debacle was an elaborate trick by the film crew, not something of my choosing.
Although, I have to say, this is the next morning, it has done me some good.
I'm about half an inch taller because my spine is snapped.
Next, I'm taking my extra half inch to Kyoto.
In contrast to other major Japanese cities, this former capital was largely spared from American bombing during World War II.
As a result, you can't walk five paces without tripping over ancient temples and hallowed shrines.
So where better to experience some high-class Japanese entertainment? I'm now off to spend several very pleasant hours being entertained by a geisha, and before you jump to conclusions, that's not what you think.
There is a rather bad misconception in the West about geishas, which is that they are some sort of high-class call girl, but nothing can be further from the truth, to be honest.
The word "geisha" comes from two kanji symbols that mean "art" and "performer.
" You go to see a geisha because you wish to be entertained.
That's all there is to it.
I am going to a music and dance event with tea.
Sounds perfect.
I might take some biscuits.
(gong clangs) JAMES: Geishas like Tomitsuya here have been Japan's top entertainers since the 17th century.
And I must say, she looks pretty good for a 400-year-old.
And as I sit here in considerable discomfort during the traditional tea ceremony, I wonder if this longevity is something to do with how long it takes to make a cuppa.
And bow.
- Oh, bow.
- Thank you.
(giggles) And pick up your bowl with right hand, and please start drinking.
Yes.
That's quite nice.
Are you going to drink it as well? - No.
- Why is that? Because I am the host of tea ceremony, - and you are the guest.
- Oh.
Um.
(giggles) JAMES: Perhaps now's not the time for an Anglo-Japanese teatime culture swap.
(mouths) (whispers): Get rid of those.
Next on the bill: dance.
(music and singing in Japanese) Traditional Japanese dances enact the meaning of the lyrics in the song, which are usually based on the seasons.
This little number is called "Spring Rain," during which the fan is used to symbolize many different things, such as an umbrella, a mirror, or the tail section of a Boeing-Stearman crop duster.
- (clapping) - Fantastic.
Next, apparently, it's music.
This is excellent, really.
It's like Wednesday afternoons at school when I was a lad.
You did a bit of this, a bit of that.
(playing music) JAMES: To become a geisha, you must master many different art forms, including making polite and witty conversation, calligraphy and underwater arc welding.
(singing and music continues) (laughs) Did you like the song? Thank you.
JAMES: That's a shamisen.
It's like a cross between a lute and a banjo, but only has three strings.
- Made out of silk.
- Silk? Silk.
And skin is kitten.
- (laughs) - Not seriously? - It is from cat.
(giggles) - Oh.
I like cats.
Me, too.
(laughs) - But you make musical instruments out of them.
-Aww (laughing) - It goes here - And this used to be a cat? The shamisen has its origins in China, but rose to popularity in Japan about 500 years ago, coincidentally around the time people's pets started disappearing.
- Is this rubbish? - (laughs) You are much better than when I started.
(laughing) I'm very honest.
(laughs) - I enjoyed that, thank you.
- Thank you.
(laughs) - Thank you very much.
- (speaks Japanese) It's been a very nice afternoon.
- Very cultural.
- Thank you.
(giggles) It's exactly what I came here for.
(speaks Japanese) Arigato gozaimasu.
JAMES: As a parting gift, Tomitsuya gave me a CD of her greatest hits for the onward journey.
I may have made the translation up.
(singing and playing music) I was actually thinking for a moment that maybe I should learn to play the shamisen, but I don't want to play a musical instrument made out of a cat, because I like cats, and Sean on camera says, "Well, when your cat dies, why not have it made into something useful like a musical instrument?" But that's a bit like making a sports bag out of your grandpa.
Now, viewers, I have here Tomitsuya's business card, if you like.
So anytime I'm in Kyoto from now on, I can phone up and arrange for some shamisen music and a spot of dancing for relaxation.
And I will.
I'm a little bit in love with her, if I'm honest.
Although that's not the point.
Bereft, I set about driving the streets of Kyoto, mourning the now-gaping hole in my life left behind by Tomitsuya.
So I decided to fill it with a scene about exquisite Japanese joinery.
Oh.
Oh.
Sorry, I've become slightly flushed.
Which the lawyers deemed too explicit to show.
The wood would have to wait.
(gong clangs) I decided that I'd like to go on a tour of Kyoto's historic shrines and temples.
And of course, you can get a guided tour.
You can follow someone with a sign on a stick, along with some Americans in funny trousers.
But instead, I've decided to go for RoBoHon, your digital, experimental, futuristic tour guide.
RoBoHon, currently only available in Japan, is described by its makers as the future of robotics.
They're packed with cutting-edge tech: smartphone, HD projector, and, most relevant to us, can give automatic tour guide information based on your location.
Welcome then, to the future.
So all I have to do now is press him on the top of the head, and the action will begin.
Pardon? Oh.
Hang on a minute, RoBoHon.
I have to get my children's TV presenter glasses out.
I'm just going to put you down.
Don't be alarmed.
What shall I call myself for the purposes of this? Nickname.
Jim.
No, I've done that wrong.
TOM: You've written your name wrong? Oh, no, I've written "Bim.
" Oh, no, I'm (chuckles) There you are.
I'm Bim.
And so it begins.
Bim and RoBoHon's excellent adventure.
The latter with his wealth of GPS-activated local knowledge, the former with his inability to spell his own name.
What? Wow.
Yes, it is.
That's not (chuckling): Not really an amazing fact.
I've had a watch since I was three, you idiot.
(chuckling) I'm starting to have reservations about RoBoHon's tour guide credentials.
Where are we going? Are you awake? No.
If this actually makes it into the program (laughing): I'll know we were really desperate.
After turning him off and on again several times, RoBoHon finally finds something he wants to talk about.
What? And what's that? What? You just said that, you digital (bleep).
As we approach our first stop, RoBoHon has clearly taken my constructive criticism on board.
What? Did you know, I knew that.
I've heard it somewhere before.
Clearly a buff on bridges There it is! RoBoHon's less sure on temples and shrines.
Disappointing, considering there are over 2,000 of them in Kyoto, and they're kind of the reason I came.
Okay.
Back to the car.
We're going back to the car, RoBoHon.
(high-pitched): Yes, okay.
It's down the steps through the red gate.
(regular pitch): Okay.
I never thought I'd say it, but I'm starting to miss Yujiro.
RoBoHon, tell me something interesting.
But not the bit about the bridge or I'll throw you out the (bleep) window.
(chuckles) Google would at least say "Did you mean Jim?" (chuckling): But not RoBoHon.
"Hey, Bim.
" (laughter) (laughter) Ah, the suspense is killing me, waiting for RoBoHon to tell me something interesting.
Having seen the film Lost in Translation, I do know that this particular Zen Buddhist temple called Nanzen-ji, is where Scarlett Johansson once wafted around in wistful solitude.
At least someone had the right idea.
What? Is it? I think one of the other tourists dropped him on his head.
(laughter) It's the (laughs) I can see people thinking, "Why has that grown man "got a plastic doll (laughing): hanging round his neck?" (laughter continues) You've probably realized by now that if you want to learn about Kyoto, you'll just have to look it up yourself.
Unless of course, you'd like to know that Shijo-Ohashi is a bridge representative of Kyoto that crosses the Kamo River over Shiju Street.
It's also called Gion Bashi.
Yes.
- (laughing) - Tell me how was it? Hello, viewers, Bim here.
Now, do not be alarmed.
I know it looks as though James May's Land Cruiser has been put through a face swap app, but it hasn't.
I've actually swapped it temporarily for a Daihatsu Move, and a Daihatsu Move is a keijidosha, a kei car.
This piece of Tupperware on wheels is a by-product of a postwar government initiative, encouraging the manufacture of cars that are cheap, can fit into tiny urban parking slots and most importantly, look silly.
Although the kei car is rooted in pragmatism and economy and everything else that characterized postwar Japan, it was inevitable that eventually somebody would say, "Well, what if we race them?" Well, what if we do? Let's find out.
Feel that go! And through the magic of editing, I'm at Suzuka, the home of Japanese F1 racing.
But don't expect to see any of your Rosburgs or Raikkonens today.
This is far more specialist.
Just remember that many greats have raced here, admittedly not in a car like this, but Hold onto your handbrakes it's the Honda Keijidosha N-One single-make owner's cup championship.
As the old beast Land Cruiser struggles to stay on the circuit.
Look at that.
It's fantastic.
Now if I could just slip into my other TV job for a moment, I'm here to tell you that, good though Honda's NSX supercar is, the N-One puts the "K" in "okay.
" There you go, you only need 660CC to campaign one of the world's great race circuits.
Hang on a minute, I think I just spotted something on the track back there that besmirches Japan's famed fastidiousness.
I think I might have a job.
(sweeping) Look.
Rubber.
This is one of the most beautifully designed, best equipped race circuits in the world, but you're expected to sweep the whole thing with something from Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
It is just a load of twigs.
(high-pitched voice): Hey, Bim, guess what? There's another 3.
2 miles to go.
Now, while I finish up here, I should probably explain about the race, and it really doesn't get more even than this.
Same Honda N-One.
Same maximum speed of 97 miles an hour.
The only difference is the skill of the drivers and how much they had for breakfast.
While the teams get their pre-race Zen on, I'm given another job, relaying this electric atmosphere to the wider world as Suzuka's newest reporter.
This is something you simply won't see outside of Japan because the cars simply don't exist outside of Japan.
Each one is raced by an enthusiastic amateur owner.
The unmodified engine develops a neck-snapping 63 horsepower.
Get ready for some proper wheel-to-wheel racing action.
It's time for Suzuka's newest reporter to hit the grid to interview all of today's 48 kei car competitors.
Oh, hello.
That's a rather nice Yoshimura Suzuki Motul GSX R1000.
I mean, I've watched countless videos on YouTube, I've even got a poster in my garage, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be able to Time to get back down to the grid to interview one of today's kei car competitors.
Konnichiwa.
Do you speak any English? A little.
Excellent.
How do you rate your chances today? Yeah, uh, I - Okay.
- Sorry.
Well, very good luck, I'll be looking out for you.
Don't forget to shut the window.
After that blistering insight into the intricacies of kei car race tactics, we now cross over live to Suzuka's newest commentator.
Over to you, Bim.
And they're off! Our man, 390, is in second place already, where he started.
And there they go! Our man's just taken the lead.
He's moved into first place.
It does look a little bit like the traffic in Tokyo, a line of kei cars not going terribly quickly.
And our man is still in the lead.
Anything could happen, but I bet it doesn't.
I spoke too soon.
In a dramatic turn of events, our man slips back to seventh place after doing a full 180-degree spin.
That's a lie.
He's still in the lead.
As is the case with most motor racing events, bugger all happens.
Perhaps it's time for a haiku.
(clears throat) Kei car, oh, kei car, why are you so damn slow, car? God, I want that bike.
Here they come! It's our man! Our man wins! (honking high-pitched horn) These drivers come from far and wide to compete for arguably the most sought-after prize in the racing world.
What is the prize for winning the N-One Championship? And, a bottle of? - Bottle of apple juice.
- Yes.
Well, that's really, really good.
- It was great to watch.
- Fantastic.
- Yeah.
- Really excellent race.
Best race I've seen for ages.
But there's no time to revel in an orgy of meat and, um, apple juice, as I've somewhere else to be.
Namely, Japan's oldest purpose built martial arts center, the Kyoto Budo, where people flock from all across the globe to learn aikido.
This is not just a load of flouncing about to kung fu film sound effects.
It's a lot more esoteric than that.
In fact, I have some information here from the American Association of Aikido, and it says: "Aikido is not only a means of vanquishing a foe" (martial arts shouts) "it's a means of promoting the positive character of the ideal warrior" (shouts) "and ultimately of transcending dualistic conflict.
" (shouts) "Aikido is a comprehensive system of throwing, joint-locking, striking, and pinning techniques.
" (shouting) Sounds like I'm gonna get my head kicked in.
(martial arts shouting) (shouting continues) But actually, I may be wrong about that.
Aikido seems to be more like a version of Japanese line dancing with some shouting, and you do it wearing pajamas.
There's even a scale model of a woman to direct the choreography.
Ah.
Wow.
Well, I think the moral of that is, if you're gonna attack a small Japanese woman in a pub with your mates, make sure you know how to fall properly.
It turns out this is Sensei Kataowka-Aoi, beater-upperer of hundreds of Western gaijin, especially if they pronounce her name wrongly.
Sh-She'll be gentle to you.
Right.
That's very reassuring.
She has to turn me into a martial arts action hero in a matter of on-screen minutes.
So if I come at you The Force, it seems, is strong with this one.
Okay.
For the second time this episode, I'm floored by a girl.
That was all locked all the way through there.
Is it I-I hate to do that.
No, I got it wrong.
Hang on.
(grunts) It's that that.
(speaking indistinctly) (grunts) (chuckles) Well, I'm just staggered.
She only weighs about four stone.
She's whoopin' my ass.
Now, it should be noted that aikido is a very Japanese martial art.
It is not kung fu, which is a term covering a number of Chinese martial arts.
Unfortunately, by the time we told our edit team this, they'd already excitedly looked out a load of chop-socky '70s kung fu sound effects.
For what follows, sumimasen or whatever they say in China.
(grunting) (grunting, blows striking, hands whooshing through air) Yeah! ROBOHON: Bim, guess what? (yelling, grunting, blows striking) Waah! (applause) - (indistinct talking) - Thank you.
Now, I know we were taking the mick out of that a bit with our '70s kung fu fantasy, but in all seriousness, if you did that for 15 minutes every day, you would be like the willow of the Japanese proverb.
And while we're on Japanese proverbs, another one says: "It is better to bow than to break.
" That's lunch, director, or I'll bust one of your arms.
If you've just tuned in, which would be odd given this is a streaming service, here's what you've missed.
I'm having an artistic tantrum.
I've had enough of this.
Jesus Christ almighty! Aah! And this used to be a cat? Bim, guess what? (laughing) Plus something you didn't, because the lawyers advised us to cut it out.
You're not meant to eat the sweets on display.
You'll have to buy that one, then.
Well, I will buy.
It's only Holy shit.
Anyway, with three minutes still left to fill, and our haiku quota unmet, the crew have shoved me into a bamboo forest on my own with the direction, "Just get on with it.
" Ah, hello, viewers.
You join me in the bamboo forest just outside Kyoto.
And it's quite interesting, this, because we've arrived at the end of program four out of six, in which we're trying to divine the meaning of Japan and everything Japanese.
But actually, the answer, just as it was 42 in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, is bamboo.
Because the Japanese can do pretty much everything with bamboo.
They can eat the shoots.
They can make the scaffolding for buildings.
They can make buildings themselves.
They can make furniture.
They can make shoes.
They can make a bamboo hat.
Everything they can make out of bamboo.
Well, they can't make a CD player out of bamboo, obviously, but you know what I mean.
The Japanese say that if there's an earthquake, you should run into the bamboo forest, because the roots make the ground so stable that it isn't going to split apart and swallow you up.
In fact, they even have a word for this effect, the way the sun shines through a bamboo forest specifically and makes this dappled-light effect on the ground.
That's called komorebi.
Anyway, I thought I'd celebrate this rather marvelous moment with a haiku of my own.
Oh, the old bamboo, a song in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang that was crap.
See you next time.
Peach blossoms are so beautiful, aren't they, Bim?