It’s been 15 months since the Great East Japan Earthquake, and almost exactly a year since I was last in Iwate prefecture, where we were helping clean up tsunami debris with Tonomagokoro.net, which I wrote up in a post here. I was keen to sign up again, and managed once more to join a trip arranged through the company I work for, this time with another group – Habitat for Humanity – to go back to Iwate Prefecture, and help out and also see how things had moved on in the year.
Unlike last year, this trip seemed much simpler – we’d be building outdoor storage units for people living in temporary accommodation in Ofunato, Iwate, meaning less emphasis on breathing masks and working where and when we could due to safety issues, but instead just needing some decent gloves, and some boots – and rain gear. Habitat themselves, I should say, are a much bigger, international concern, and had arranged insurance and quite a few other things we as volunteers had addressed last year.
From Tokyo to Iwate prefecture by road takes a long time – it’s an overnight bus essentially, with a few stops. We left Tokyo at 10.30pm, and rattled on, arriving at around 6.30am to our destination – a collection of metal temporary housing where people have been living for almost a year. The place as you can see from the photos doesn’t look too bad physically – they’re prefab units divided up into rooms depending on family size. We were told there were currently 160 people living in this collection of units. The idea was that since these were very small for each family (I would guesstimate about 35m^2 across a few rooms for a family) the outside storage units would give them somewhere to store kerosene and other things, and free up a little space inside.
As some background, and from what we saw last year, Iwate took a massive blow from the earthquake and tsunami – though it has no record of any elevated radiation readings and is almost 200Km from the crippled Fukushima Daiichi reactors. I mention this as some people in Tokyo still seem to react to news of volunteering with “Aren’t you worried about radiation in Iwate?”. No, not at all.
The first day it rained, but Ofunato is one of those places – fjord like inlets and bays, mountains with dense forest and low cloud – which just look beautiful, no matter what the weather. However, screwing bits of wood together, in the rain, requires a bit of focus. Fortunately, the Habitat people had some camping tarps which we put up, meaning we could be mostly dry whilst trying to get the tricky part of corrugated steel roofing and side walling cut correctly and nailed to the frame. We weren’t the only people working there – Habitat had a couple of experts on hand to give us tips, and they were all locals, and good fun to talk to on tea breaks. There were other volunteers too, including a German chap whose storage units looked so much better than ours if only because he happened to be a master furniture maker.
The truth is, if you look at the cost of transporting us (though not paid for by the NGO), it’s likely comparable to buying these kinds of things from Inaba or some other manufacturer and perhaps even having them fitted. That however is only a part of why the volunteering programme is there, just like last year. The storage units are worthwhile, and needed. It’s also important to the local people that volunteers come up, not just to remind them the outside world hasn’t forgotten them, but also so that people will come, see and return back and tell people of how it is and remind people that the tsunami aftermath is still lurching into recovery at best.
After our first day of screwing wood and tacking steel together and completing one unit, we went off site to an onsen a few kilometers away as a local guide talked us through some of the scenes along the way. Pretty much everything near the ocean looks empty, but for the most part cleaned up, somewhat eerily so in place, just expanses of regularly shaped plots just empty, punctuated by the occasional orderly pile of wreckage and the odd wrecked building, but too orderly, even more so than the in-progress sight we saw last year. Driving through it at night was especially odd, just darkness punctuated by the odd set of traffic lights.
The onsen we went to was perched on top of a cliff overlooking the ocean, and it’s story goes that during the quake and tsunami, it survived by being on top of that outcrop and in the days and weeks which followed it opened itself up for free to locals and for a while to volunteers until other facilities were online, providing some respite from what was surely a terrible looking situation all around.
After the onsen we stopped off for a bit of food at some local izakayas, except these were all in some equivalent of temporary housing huts, meaning they felt new and ‘fake’ as if they were theme places, despite efforts of the people running them to capture the small, cozy feeling most of these places naturally have. That said, cold beer is cold beer, sake is sake, and the yakisoba and yakitori tasted great. All of the places were busy, and it did feel that despite the new surrounds, the definition of temporary might be a lot longer than some thing, but people are getting on with it, even on these basic business levels.
The second day was warmer for the most part, and we were able to finish our second storage unit, seemingly impressing the Habitat people, and ourselves, employing a few things we learned on our first about fittings, especially getting the doors straight!
I should say that the people who live in these accommodations, seemed to be older people (many we were told, over 80!) and young families, and they were all incredibly friendly, often distracting us with ball games and general chatter.
At the end of what felt like an oddly short two days, it was good to be leaving some things which would be of some small use on a day to day basis, and somewhat reassured that people were being helped, but as we drove back through the still shattered coastline, it’s so apparent that the right kind of help is going to take so long, and just like in neighbouring areas battling radiation level questions.
It seems, from listening to the people we met from Ofunato, that what Iwate needs from the outside is for people to remember, and for people to go up there, but not as disaster tourists, but to enjoy the place, the people and the food, spend some money and make them feel like part of the whole again. The pain left in their lives, so apparent from a very moving story told by one of the local Habitat people, is being dealt with, whatever else happens, so the act of just being up there may well be help in itself.
The return journey was just as long obviously, but we stopped off for another onsen at a different place, further inland, and it marked that odd line the tsunami left physically and mentally, in that everything here felt so ‘normal’.
In closing this then, it reminded me I could have volunteered more over the last year, and that though it may well be in a new phase, there’s so much further to go, and the press obsession with Fukushima – a vital story, if one desperate for informed opinion and long term structure and resolution – has left the tsunami hit areas seeming a distant second issue, and yet this is where the death toll was, and this shoulders it’s fair share of pain, though perhaps with it’s tragedy behind it, as other areas wonder what the future will bring them.
There are upsides though – many events are moving to, or even better, moving back to the area, and it looks as if some normal tourists are going back, and according to some stats, some children of Tohoku are leaving lives in the big cities and returning to family roots again, and this may well be for the best and the area can truly recover in years to come.
Last weekend, fully three months after the triple disaster stuck Japan’s east coast, I was part of a team of 15 from our company to join some of the volunteer cleanup efforts in Iwate prefecture, one of the three prefectures which bore the brunt of the tsunami. It was coordinated with Tonomagokoro.net based out of Tono City, Iwate prefecture.
There was a few things we needed to sort out first, volunteer insurance, and where required, a tetanus booster. The insurance cost 1,400 for a year, and just involved filling some forms in, paying at the post office, then getting it checked and stamped at a volunteer centre in Tokyo before we left. Most volunteer organisations wont take people without this insurance. I also got myself a tetanus booster, since I hadn’t had one for a long time – they cost about 3,500 yen in Tokyo, and you need to ask for ‘hashoufuu tokisoido’ (破傷風トキソイド) and get it about two weeks before you go for the best coverage. Also, if you just say ‘Touhoku Volunteer’, that seems to work too.
Due to our schedule, we left Tokyo on a mini-bus at 10pm on Friday night, and stopped a few times en route, before arriving in a wet and relatively chilly Tono City just before 5am, giving us time to unload some things, before the official morning wake-up call at 6am. The facility was a community sport centre, which now gave it’s sports hall and most of the building space to the volunteer efforts.
Once we we allowed in, we changed into the work gear, got our name patches, which had to be displayed at all times, and got our documentation checked, before the morning exercises and announcements got under way just after 7am. Since it was raining fairly heavily, this happened in the sports hall once all the sleeping mats and such were cleared away.
The announcements introduced the key members of the facility, many of whom would be point people at the sites. It was easy looking at them to believe that many, just four months ago, were likely just average paunchy bureaucrats, working in Japan’s huge local government machine. Now, here they looked focused and weather beaten.
The main speaker was a wiry, hard spoken man, who looked almost military. Perhaps poignantly, as he went through his safety preparations section, the building was hit by an earthquake rated at 5.1, shaking the sports hall for about 15 seconds, which sort of underlined why we are here – it’s far from over in Iwate.
Safety is definitely the number one word here – everyone must have at least the basics before they’re even allowed on a bus to a cleanup site: face mask for at least dust (must bring several if basic), a helmet, some eye protection, and a safety insert sole for boots – basically a 0.75mm steel foot inset in case your step on something, to stop it going through your foot – and some hard wearing rubber gloves. Everyone was also told to take plenty of liquids and lunch, since as they’d be in the tsunami zone, there aren’t any supplies there. It’s this drive for safety which seemed to irritate some volunteers, but from speaking to the supervisors, they were very worried that even one volunteer could get hurt.
Because of this, our first day perhaps didn’t give us the impact we were hoping for; despite the lack of sleep on the bus up, surrounded by probably 150 other volunteers, and others arriving in cars and on coaches for the day, we were raring to go. The Tono facility, whilst being a volunteer sleeping area is also a main staging and organisational post for a lot of the volunteer efforts in the region.
There’s a lot of team spirit building – doing warm up exercises together – even giving each other a quick should massage, and all holding hands, and it really works – it builds on what is a shared purpose.
They do make one point which is to not take photos unless you ask permission on site, and then only quickly and without setup or anything. They discouraged SLRs and larger kit. Photos from the buses were OK, but on site to be respectful of those still living nearby, and of course the sad fact that the whole tsunami area witnessed the deaths of over 15,000 people, with 8,000 still missing. Truthfully, in 2 days I think I took 8 photos on site, and some video from the bus. It’s just numbing, and looking at the footage doesn’t really capture the scale.
The team leaders then divided volunteers into groups and assign work tasks for the day; sometimes they let groups choose, depending on the preference, or the capabilities of the group. People alone in groups can just latch on to other groups, and the atmosphere was very inclusive. I can’t cant the number of people who came over for a chat, to talk in English or trusting on my (not great) Japanese for a few words. Sometimes it was about why we were there, sometimes it was about why they were there, and sometimes it was about a random subject. I spent fifteen minutes talking to sixty year old man from Kobe in Japanese and English, partly about the clean up, but mainly about rugby; on the Saturday night I spoke at length to a few people about motorbikes, and the challenges of riding from Osaka to Tono – and the answer is ‘it’s very challenging’.
Once we were ready to go, we gathered some food and water in some plastic bags, and in the now heavy rain, got onto a 20 seat bus for our first assignment. It’s vital to say you must take your own food and water – there’s not really any available at the centre, and obviously none on site, so make sure to bring some, or to go to one of the local convenience stores.
The bus journey took over an hour, out to the coast. We stopped in a beautiful valley for a quick break, and had some of the best omochi (sweet rice paste) I’ve ever had, before getting on the bus again; this is one of the most beautiful parts of the world.
Then we drive on, and around a corner, and there it is. Or rather, there it isn’t. There’s some surreal invisible line between a house still standing and looking relatively untouched, and then, twenty metres on, there’s just debris, overturned cars burnt out and just mud. Everything was coated in a sick looking grey mud. There were some tops of houses, smashed rice fields, and more of the mud. The bus bounced along, the roads relatively clear for most of the journey, but somewhat buckled in places. Much of the area we passed had been addressed so that much of the debris was piled up, awaiting the massive cranes and earth movers to put it on trucks to take it somewhere. It’s hard to describe.
We pulled up on a hillside, and as the rain came down the smokers got out for a quick smoke, and a few more of us got out despite the rain to stretch our legs, and looked out over what was once fields and houses, to the ocean perhaps a kilometer away. Due to the heavy rain, the team leader was wary of letting us work around here, even just to pick up the smaller debris as it was all rice fields and the tsunami mud. After a short time we got back on the bus and he announced we’d work at another site higher up, on an old railway line.
As we moved across this landscape, we could see the railway track by the side of the road, or rather, some of it. It disappeared under mud and debris for tens of metres at a time, and when we could see it, the erosion under the rails made the rails sag. One positive note though was a shining row of new power lines which crossed the valley, a reminder that things are moving forwards, albeit slowly against the scale of the tsunami.
We stopped on the slope of a hill and all got out, to join a group of about fifty others, the job: clean all the detritus off the remaining railway line, and the embankment, and stack it all up for trucks to gather later. We also discovered that it would mean digging out the drainage trench which runs with the line, jammed as it was with mud, stone and debris.
In the rain, we found it at least cool, but as the sun came out and the temperature moved over 25degrees, it’s important to keep water available.
Sometimes you lose track of the situation, clearing anonymous bits of rock, twisted wood and such, but then you find those human things in the slurry: a bottle of pills, some smashed green tea cups, a ramen spoon, a roof tile, and inevitably sadder, a children’s toy, or a book. We also found quite a few shellfish, a reminder of how this happened. Everything seems to be a part of something – a house missing a roof, steel stairs leading to a bridge which has been ripped away, a steel frame for a three storey building with all the concrete removed and smashed down on a house hundreds of metres away.
After a couple of hours we stopped for lunch, the groups all mingling and chatting, then another hour or so before the team leader announced that we’d stop at 2.46pm for a minutes silence. 2.46pm is the time of the Magnitude 9.0 quake which began this tragedy and I think quite a few of us had forgotten that today was the 11th, marking three months since that day; for me, three months since being rolled around in Tokyo on the 20th floor of the office building, and walking home for hours that night and the next day, and you realise that it was nothing compared to the three months people here have lived with, amongst the rubble. I remember a news report from that first weekend saying that coastal towns had been ‘erased’, but that’s not entirely true – erasure implied to me some kind of clean sweep, but this place looks like it had been repeatedly beaten into the ground, with plenty of evidence left to see.
After some further clean up, it was back on the bus, and back to normality, through that jarring line, where the destruction stops, and normal geography begins.
Back at the centre, we got changed, and though the place has some showers, we shared a taxi and went to a local sento about 15 minutes away, and paid 630 yen for 40 minutes cleaning and soaking. A sento is like an onsen, in that it’s a communal bathing place, but it’s generally not a hot spring source, so more like a wash house. It was a good place to just relax and think – we only did maybe four or five hour’s work, and maybe three hours on buses. We met quite a few jieitai (Self Defence Force – Japan’s army) members there, and I have to say, they were polite, and some even managed a ‘hello’s, though they generally kept to themselves in the tatami room within the building. We’d seen quite a few patrols around the tsunami zone, probably less about looting, and more for safety, visibility, and moving on people who we saw in their cars.
After the sento, we went to a restaurant for yakiniku, and you’re reminded that even an hour away from the tsunami area, things are normal – food, power, business as usual.
There’s a strict lights out at 10pm policy, and though we sat outside and spoke to people till just before 10, we made it inside, put down our sleeping bags, and prepared for sleep. I should mention, the sports hall was for the men, and there were over 120 of us probably, so there was a fair amount of snoring; the ladies had the tatami room, which I’m told was much quieter.
Just for note, I would say about 30% of the volunteers were women, and their ages pretty much mirrored the men, from late teens to over 60.
Morning wake-up bell is at 6am, tidy up the bedding, then it’s briefing at 7am, though since the weather was much better, we did it outside – it’s essentially the same one every day, so everyone gets the safety drill, exercise, and that shoulder massage.
This time our bus took us somewhere else – to place called Sakuragicho, where we spent a few hours with spades and wheel barrows removing that grey, smelling clay from around a nice old lady’s house, before throwing more of the anti-bacterial powder down, and then a few hundred metres away, to a river bank, cleaning up more debris, and finding some photos, DVDs, video tapes, and placing them in a separate bucket, perhaps so that at some point family memories can be retrieved for those who survived, but lost others, or their homes and possessions.
Around the river were signs of the tsunami still – a toilet ripped off from a house, angled into a ditch, the house itself in a car park; there were some upturned cars, stripped of wheels and fuel and oil, but left resting on their roofs until they can be removed. There are good signs though, and not just the few square metres of river bank we were able to clean up, a children day care centre which a couple of the team had worked on on a visit during golden week a month earlier when they were still digging sludge out from it, was now ready to be re-opened – all clean, with new lights and electrics – had it not been for the damage around it, it would look like any other children’s facility.
After a couple of hours of putting rubbish into bags, it was back on the bus to the centre, and for us, another cleanup in the sento, a quick meal at a local sushi place, then back on the bus in the rain to Tokyo overnight, reaching our drop off at 5am.
One thing that many of the volunteers I spoke to said, that was whilst the organisation was impressive, the goal wasn’t always defined – the ratio of hours on the bus and rest time to work seems disproportionate, and some felt that it would be better just to get professionals to do it. I think the sheer scale makes progress and goals difficult to see.
The thing about the volunteering is quite layered: On a practical front, what volunteers can do really is a minuscule amount compared the the scale of devastation in the region; however, I think every little bit can help, and along with the keeping the problem in people’s minds, it can only be a good thing, and slowly but surely the region can be rebuilt, and hopefully be as beautiful as it no doubt once was, even just clearing a small stretch is one small piece if Iwate that doesn’t look ‘destroyed’ any more.
Secondly, it enables those who just feel like they want to be here and do something to actually do just that, it also means they can go back and tell people what the situation is in Iwate, and the other tsunami hit prefectures. It also shows many of the locals that they aren’t forgotten three months on, and people care enough to come up and help. Against the international fear of radiation, and the Fukushima Daiichi plant in the media, the state and plight of the tsunami zones really don’t carry as much weight as they might across the country – volunteers might in some way be able to spread that news.
I was struck by how friendly people were throughout the whole period – from people in the volunteer centre from all over Japan, some of whom were volunteering for a couple of weeks, and every night in that sports hall – to people at the sento, the restaurants, and out on site, everyone will to talk to anyone, and exchange ideas, options and commentary on the events, often asking the inevitable ‘Where were you on March 11th?” and whilst around the world the answer “Tokyo” might get raised eye brows, stood ankle deep in mud trying to get a roofing shingle out of that grey mess, it seems to have been one of the safest places to be.
This is just for those looking to volunteer – and it is worth it – it’s important to remember that save for a place to sleep if you call in advance, you have to provide everything yourself within reason – organisations do try to help, but ultimately it’s your responsibility.:
Gear – The real essentials:
– Clothes – So you’re going to want some clothes! Some went for overalls, but as I have a problem fitting in the available overalls, I went for some old cotton trousers from my airsoft days, and a long sleeve shirt from Workman which did fit. I’d recommend something long sleeved, for general protection.
– Eye protection – basic goggles should be fine – get ones designed for glasses if you wear them. Sometimes there’s a lot of dust.
– Breathing mask – the bare minimum is the normal cold/hayfever ones sold everywhere, but bring quite a few. I went for a proper facemask with swappable filters. Also note, better masks also help with the smell – there’s a lot of sewage and dead sea life still around in places.
– Boots – Rubber boots (wellingtons) were the most common footwear. After rain there’s a lot of mud, so you want something to keep your feet dry.
– Safety sole inserts – you must also get a pair of safety sole inserts which look like normal inner soles for boots, but have a sheet of steel in there. This is to protect you against standing on something very sharp. They made a keep point of these in the presentations.
– Waterproofs – We went in rainy season, so no surprise there was rain – they’re also good to have on your legs anyway to help keep you dry if you kneel down. Note though that cheap ones wont let sweat out, so on a very hot day, you may want to remove them.
– Gloves – you’ll want some of the thick, usually blue rubber gloves – a pair of the general white ones may work, but it’s often wet and dirty, so the white ones don’t last long or offer much protection.
– Helmet – a basic earthquake helmet from your kit is enough – the rounded plastic ones available in most home DIY shows nowadays. It’s just there to protect from dirt and items being moved around really, but it is beneficial to have with you.
I got most of the above which I didn’t already own, from the local home center and Workman. Even with the things I did have, the cost was less than 10,000yen – for example: waterproofs: 600yen, face mask 2,500yen and so on.
The volunteer station will have some spares, donated by previous volunteers, but please don’t rely on it – take your own.
Additional things you should bring:
– sun cream/block – there’s little shade, and if you’re a bit pale like me, it’s easy to get sunburnt out the SPF50+++
– bring some towels – to dry off and also to use at the showers / sento. I don’t think any are provided.
– plastic bags – to carry your stuff around in on site, and for rubbish, dirty gear and so on.
– food & water – the only thing available at the center is hot water for cup ramen, and that’s it, and nothing on site, though there are several 24hr convenience stores near the facility.
– sleeping bag and ground mat – again, get cheap simple Coleman ones unless it’s winter. Sports hall floors are very hard and flat.
Having food and liquid with you is essential – when it was hot, and you’re losing a lot of liquid, that 500ml PET bottle wont last long; I took my CamelBack and was pretty much getting through the 2 litres on site each date.