The last time I visited Kyoto, I decided to pop in and watch one of Morita Senseiās classes in the historic and beautiful
Butokuden or āHall of Martial Virtuesā. Eventually he spotted me and my girlfriend (I suspect it was
she he really liked despite her being distinctly āalternativeā in appearance, complete with piercings and tattoos etc) and came over, surprised to see us in Japan! He grabbed one of his students to translate his unintelligible Kansai dialect (he was once CEO of Panasonic/National so he spoke perfect English but being old school and of samurai descent, refused to blemish his moral rectitude with our uncouth language!) and spontaneously gave us a guided tour of the resplendent building including showing us the underground passageway reserved for the Emperor when he entered the building (we
didnāt walk through it, of course). Morita sensei was aā¦how can I put itā¦.prickly, stern sort of person. Many found him to be a bit scary to be around and indeed, he didnāt suffer fools, slovenly (fat) people or indeed certain types of foreigner but he was very nice to me and of course, my girlfriend. That is, other than referring to me as ā
bakaā when relaying his narrative to his translating student. He didnāt know I understood a bit of what he was saying and the translator was clearly embarrassed and taking care to translate diplomatically
He wanted to send a car to our hotel the next day to show us around Kyoto, and Iām sure he had special access to interesting places not normally available to tourists. But, alas, we were heading to Kumamoto the next day to discover Musashi Miyamotoās cave, final resting place and the castle where he stayed as guest of the Hojo daimyo.