Religion in Varanasi, India

“Religions are different roads converging upon the same point. What does it matter that we take different roads, as long as we reach the same goal?”- Mahatma Gandhi.

One of the main reasons I chose to go on this trip was because of the religious aspect of it. I wanted to discover different religions and learn about the stories/logic behind them. As a practicing Muslim, I have only known Islam in details my whole life and wanted to learn about other religions as well because I was always fond of religions. India is one of the best places for me to learn about religion because there are so many religions being practiced such as Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism and Christianity. The first week of this trip, I spent time at the Central University of Tibetan Studies (CUTS) where we learned about Buddhism and how its philosophy. This was really interesting to me because technically its not a religion because there is no god and everyone is their own boss, but at the same time it is different than atheism because they have rituals to follow and prayers, nuns, books, etc. It was interesting to learn about the four noble truths in Buddhism and the role of Karma in our lives. One thing that I liked about Buddhism was the emphasis on impermanence. This explains that there are certain processes that no human being has control over certain things in their lives such as the process of growing old, dying, being sick etc. When learning about impermanence I was able to also find similarities within Islam and Christianity because they also believe that nothing in this life is permanent and that there is a hereafter. For example, in Islam when someone dies, its not the end for them, they would go to the hereafter which they are able to reunite with their loved ones again. And in Hinduism and Buddhism impermanence is very essential because they believe in reincarnations. Buddhists and Hindus live their lives well and stay away from evil/negativity in order to reduce their karma in the next life or have a better life in the future. We see the same concept with other religions. For example, Muslims and Christians live their lives well and try to stay away from sins in order to enter heaven. This brings me back to the quote that I mentioned above which talks about how we all want to be good in order to be rewarded in the future which is something common that I observed in many religions and practices here in India. Even though they might be very different from each other they are all working towards the same goal.

Something else that I observed was the different ways people practice the same religion. For example; in India the mosques are only for men and women are not allowed. In authentic Islam there are no distinguishment between men and women from worshiping god. And in many Muslim countries mosques always have a section for women which is why I was so surprised to hear that women in India were not allowed to inter mosques. Since this is being not justified by Islam by any means, I came to the conclusion that it had to do with cultural influences. Mixing culture and religion is something that is very common in many countries and it is not just with Islam but we also see it with Christianity and the American culture as well as in India with Hinduism. I had the option to visit a “secular university” that was public and was suppose to be non-religious but at the university (Banaras Hindu University) there were many Hindu Gods and Goddesses all over and when I asked about why there are religious affiliations at this public secular university I was told that its not by any means religion related and that its just a cultural thing to have Goddesses of learning and such. Here again is where we see another example of religion being mixed with cultural practices. We see this a lot in the world but in India I was able to spot it easily because of its rich culture and many religions.

Written By Rowaida Mohammed

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 Muslim Leader of the Weavers community in Varanasi. Photo By Rowaida Mohammed   
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Photo of a Hindu Pandit By Niko Sepanos 

Environmental Stewardship in Relation to Worldview

Author: Haliehana Stepetin
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Photo credit: Haliehana Stepetin. A view of the pollution of a small river flowing into the Ganges. 
​My first experience with pollution in India was in the metropolis of Kolkata. Excited to see everything the city had to offer, I went outside with expectations influenced by the only glimpse of India I had ever had: through the media. I imagined a beautiful spiritual place filled with people doing yoga in the streets, spiritual gurus, women decorated in beautiful clothing and make up (which is a reality), and babies on fancy pillows wearing cute little hats like in Aladdin. For the most part, my cultural assumptions were very far off. The scene I walked into was one of drastic contrast to the image I had in my mind. There was pollution everywhere. The streets are polluted with garbage, plastic, feces, alongside shanty homes, naked children playing, elderly people in the streets asking for money, lethargic cows laying around, all while economic transactions occurred and life went on, regardless of the environmental status. I stepped over a pile of garbage and dodged a cow pie to go into a shop to buy an ice cream cone to help me tolerate the miserable heat.
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Photo credit: Haliehana Stepetin. The view shows the sharp socioeconomic contrast everywhere in India. While I was enjoying the relatively cheap luxuries of my clean resort hotel, families lived just below us in heaps of garbage and shanty homes.
As an Alaska Native, with a worldview that incorporates a stewardship relationship with the environment, natural world, and humans, I found it overwhelming and alarming to see the huge amount of pollution everywhere. I was raised with the understanding that humans need animals and the natural world to survive, so we must treat them with the utmost respect and reverence. The way this relationship was illustrated to me as a child was that if humans were removed from the earth, all the animals and plants would thrive. On the other hand, if the animals and plants were removed from the earth, there is no way humans could survive. With this knowledge, we know the animals and plants sacrifice themselves for our survival. Living in stewardship with the world directly affects our survival. We believe that if we stop respecting the animals and environment, we will be punished. In following Buddhist philosophy, one could say Indigenous philosophy also believes in karma in this way. If we disrespect the environment or plants, it will turn against us in the form of natural disasters, climate change, and animal attacks. Disrespect of the natural world is blatantly inconsiderate to their survival. I wonder how the people in India view the natural world? I wonder why religion prevails, but respect and reverence for the environment does not?

When discovering that vegetarianism is practiced in Buddhism, and specifically after attending Dr. Tsering’s lecture on the Essence of Buddhist Practice, I asked a question regarding the geographic location of the formation of Buddhism. This connection intrigued me because India has an agricultural abundance of produce and different plants, making it easy for people to choose vegetarianism. However, in colder climates where vegetation may be limited most of the year, it is very difficult and inefficient to be vegetarian. In Alaska for example, there is no way I could live in my remote village and be a vegetarian. Regarding the Indigenous relationship, respect, and reverence for the animal world, I asked a question about eating meat for cultural subsistence purposes. Dr. Tsering, on the value of animals in Buddhist philosophy, says: “We consider that human life is more valuable compared to that of animals . . . ” (p. 3), which sparked my questions about vegetarianism and their hierarchical level of respect for animals and the natural world to humans. I wonder if there is a connection between the belief that animals are less valuable than humans and the indifferent treatment of Mother Earth that leads to the extremely visible pollution of her in India. If there is a hierarchy of value of life with humans at the top, it makes a little more sense to me that such disrespect to the environment can occur. However, it still makes me extremely uncomfortable and sad. Of course, I am projecting my animistic worldview and Indigenous perspective of stewardship with the environment upon my experience.

I realize that in the U.S., and all around the world for that matter, pollution is either extremely visible in more impoverished societies, or covertly present in “developed” societies. Pollution in a post-industrial society is seemingly inevitable, unless manageable on small-scale spectrums in cultures that respect and revere nature (my small rural village in the Aleutian Islands of Alaska, for example). I wonder then, what leads societies to care more or less about the appearance of pollution? Does the Hindu and Buddhist religious practice lend itself to the indifference towards nature because it is expected that the gods have ultimate control? Or that karma is the ultimate determiner in fate, even if the fate of the environment is at stake? What would it take to make societal changes regarding the maintenance and preservation of the natural world, which ultimately sustains human life? If the masses devoutly follow a religion that informs the way they view nature or animals as hierarchically less valuable than humans, how can we and do we even have a place in developing more sustainable practices with the environment? Is it possible to create a future of environmental cleanliness and stability that learns from the faults our “developed” society has already experienced in relation to our industrial society dependent upon fossil fuels?

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Photo credit: Haliehana Stepetin. A beautiful path on the Central University of Tibetan Studies campus to show that not everywhere in India is polluted. In small, managed areas, plant life flourishes and is well maintained.

A Look at Infrastructure and Waste Management in Varanasi

As someone going into the field of environmental engineering, it’s impossible to overlook the lack of infrastructure here in Varanasi, India. Nita, one of the founders of NIRMAN schools, where we are staying, generalized the issue as being a result of engineers not trained in designing and building for the uncertainties of India. An example was workers right outside the Southpoint school rebuilding the sidewalk for the ‘umpteenth time,’ still with an uneven slope, bound to fail again in the near future. If they were to take the extra time today to level out the land, the sidewalk would last much longer, as it should. Walking the streets of this city, it appears that many things are done in this patchwork manner. Perhaps Nita is exactly right, that when engineers are educated abroad, their coursework is assuming that they are starting with a cleaner foundation, but the reality here in India is that the city’s surroundings are chaotic and disorganized. Gutters that should carry drainage downstream hold still water, accumulating the dust and garbage from the street above until what lines the road is a swampy, foul smelling moat. Men urinate publicly, against the wall or into these gutters. There is a lack of baseline sanitation standards. Furthermore, trash is littered everywhere. The photo I’ve attached shows the bank of a river that has the potential of being a serene haven from the chaos of the bustling city streets, but instead parallels a landfill. Even I, having been here a week, have a plastic bag in my luggage that I collect trash in, for it is often hard to find garbage cans about. The dumpsters that I have seen are either already overflowing, or ignored and the trash rather scattered next to them as they remain empty. Therefore various wrappers and cans line the streets, gradually becoming covered in dust until they blend into the road itself. I keep thinking that if items were wrapped in compostable materials, these really would disintegrate over time and add to the natural organic matter, but they aren’t and so the plastic and metal will remain. Being Americans, we are unused to this level of litter and at first, it is quite shocking. The worst part that I’ve seen, is citizens piling up the plastic, taking a burning candle, and lighting the pile on fire. This inevitably releases harsh chemicals into the air that not only negatively affect the lungs of others walking the street but also contribute to the larger problem of polluting the air and emitting greenhouse gases. To these people, burning the trash puts it out of sight and out of mind, leaving their homes garbage free, but education must be provided to teach the horrible effects that doing this routinely can impose on both the environment and human health. Those gutters that I mentioned, drain directly into the Ganges river, as does wastewater from homes, including raw sewage. There are two wastewater treatment plants near the river, but these do not process nearly all of the waste and problems arise when monsoons cause the streets to flood and the plants to cease their treatment. I know that this problem in infrastructure stems from something deeper than just a lack of personal respect for the environment. Political corruption leading to shortage in funds for projects, and a 30% illiteracy rate both contribute. Still, management of all of this waste should be prioritized in cities like Varanasi that are vibrant in the arts and culture, so that they are no longer dulled and de-romanticized by the ill sight of piles of garbage, crumbling streets, and improper facilities for processing waste.

Written by Victoria Mount

Comparison of My Old and New Self

This trip has open my eyes and made me re-experienced my days in Nepal. Two days flight without sleep was not part of my “to experience” list for India trip. I was exhausted when we reach the Varanasi airport. My thoughts were why did I even come and I was better at home, sleeping in my big bed. As I stepped out of the airport to the indie atmosphere, I couldn’t breathe.  Although it was raining the air was super hot and the climate was burning hot.  I didn’t think of anything besides I want to go back to Washington. We got in the van that was reserved for us. On our way to Central University of Tibetan Studies, I was looking outside from window. What I saw was not so different from what I have memories of Nepal. The house was similar, land area was similar, small and big shops were similar and even the way they display products on the shops was similar. When we got to the city area the traffic and the way vehicles were running the wait vehicles in Nepal. When I saw those it reminded me of my childhood. I felt like me I am in Nepal walking on the street and seeing this all. It made me feel like I am on my younger age feet. As I saw those kids walking and running near road fearlessly. I was terrified to see kids near vehicles. My hearts were racing see all that. Then I realized that I was like them in Nepali. But I had one question that I just can’t answer: In Nepal, was I fearless like those kids or fearful like I am right now? It’s been 8 days and I still fear walking on the street. In fact, can’t walk with just one friend, I have to have more than one friend walking with me. Rowaida my colleagues ask me if I wanted to go for walk. I told her to bring one more friend to go for walk.She has been to Egypt by herself, so she somehow convinces me to walk with her but eventually, I end up adding Emma. I have been here for a week and I still fear when vehicles go near me, I still get scared when people horn and I still can’t walk on my own on the street. I left half of my life in Nepal and half of my life in the US. Here I am still figuring out who am I?

Written by Dibbya Biswa

Comparison of my old and new self

Blog by: Students on the Buddhism and the Great Ganges River Experience: Philosophical Exploration and Social Action in the Sacred lands of India program

Student Name: Dibbya Biswa

This trip has open my eyes and made me re-experienced my days in Nepal. Two days flight without sleep was not part of my “to experience” list for India trip. I was exhausted when we reach the Varanasi airport. My thoughts were why did I even come and I was better at home, sleeping in my big bed. As I stepped out of the airport to the indie atmosphere, I couldn’t breathe.  Although it was raining the air was super hot and the climate was burning hot.  I didn’t think of anything besides I want to go back to Washington. We got in the van that was reserved for us. On our way to Central University of Tibetan Studies, I was looking outside from window. What I saw was not so different from what I have memories of Nepal. The house was similar, land area was similar, small and big shops were similar and even the way they display products on the shops was similar. When we got to the city area the traffic and the way vehicles were running the wait vehicles in Nepal. When I saw those it reminded me of my childhood. I felt like me I am in Nepal walking on the street and seeing this all. It made me feel like I am on my younger age feet. As I saw those kids walking and running near road fearlessly. I was terrified to see kids near vehicles. My hearts were racing see all that. Then I realized that I was like them in Nepali. But I had one question that I just can’t answer: In Nepal, was I fearless like those kids or fearful like I am right now? It’s been 8 days and I still fear walking on the street. In fact, can’t walk with just one friend, I have to have more than one friend walking with me. Rowaida my colleagues ask me if I wanted to go for walk. I told her to bring one more friend to go for walk.She has been to Egypt by herself, so she somehow convinces me to walk with her but eventually, I end up adding Emma. I have been here for a week and I still fear when vehicles go near me, I still get scared when people horn and I still can’t walk on my own on the street. I left half of my life in Nepal and half of my life in the US. Here I am still figuring out who am I?

Photo by: Dibbya Biswa

Finding a Global Friend

Blog by: Students on the Buddhism and the Great Ganges River Experience: Philosophical Exploration and Social Action in the Sacred lands of India program

Student Name: Rebecca Diamond

Photo taken at the Central University of Tibetan Studies. (Right) Sun Tse (left) Rebecca Diamond

Photo credit: Kara Adams
After the mess of my first day in Kolkata combined with the sadness of being away during Owen’s first day of school. Compounded by the pressure and guilt of being away at all as a mother has weighed heavily on me. I cried every interaction we had over the phone. I didn’t know how I would continue in the state of depression I was living in. I didn’t know how I would be at all productive during the program and I just wanted to go home. I felt like I made a mistake coming back to India a second time. We made it to the Central University for Tibetan Studies and I was feeling miserable. The only thing getting me through was video chats and my friend who stayed with me two more days in Kolkata before flying to Varanasi to meet our group. We met our host, Sun Tse, I was very intrigued by him and I wanted to know more about his life and history. I got many chances to play soccer, basketball, and just enjoy getting to know more about him over snacks and classes. One day a few of us stayed after class to talk more. Sun Tse told me about his journey to India. He told me his parents who live in Tibet paid an intermediary to bring one of their children to India to escape the Chinese occupation. He said they initially asked his oldest brother if he wanted to go. His oldest brother said no. They then showed Sun Tse beautiful pictures of India and being of the age of ten he agreed without the understanding that when he went he couldn’t come back. He said the day he left they all cried his family brought him to a house and left him there to be picked up. He ended up finding he wouldn’t leave for two more days so he went home and he said ironically no one cried two days later when he actually left. They had seemed to already have moved on and accepted this fate. He arrived in India and stayed with other intermediaries who took in Tibetan refuges. He attended school eventually making his way to The Central University of Tibetan Studies.. He spoke about the memory with reverence some sadness but I could also sense the Buddhist influence in his conceptualization and internalization of his experience. He has been away from his family for 17 years now! He said now that he is older he thinks his parents in some ways tricked him into going but he also thinks it was the right decision.
We are so close in age that I felt that he could have been me and I could have been him. We were living very different realities on different sides of the world but connected quickly, to me like kindred spirits. We spent more time together talking in person and connecting online via Facebook and Instagram. His story inspired me as well as his acceptance for his situation. This acceptance I believe comes from his belief system, Buddhism. The concepts of impermanence, suffering, and karma contribute to his ability to manage the suffering of loss. The day we left The Central University for Tibetan Studies we all piled into the van. We were waving goodbye and Sun Tse came to the window to offer me his mantra beads that he had had a conversation with me about a previous day. I was so moved and immediately put them on. His story has helped me to not only cope with being away but be able to embrace the opportunity of being here and when I put on the beads or notice them during the day it reminds of the universal experience of suffering as well as our ability to transcend its negative pull into depression.

 

Returning Home

Home. For some of us, “Home” is a complicated subject. It’s hard to define at times. We often hear phrases like “Home is where the heart is” and “Home is where the WIFI connects automatically”; regardless of what phrase we use today, I am home. Those who know me understand my struggle, as for years I have been torn by the concept of “home”. It wasn’t till this morning, while drinking my coffee, breathing in the fresh Washington morning air and talking to my family about my adventures abroad that I realized home is Washington.

Japan was an amazing experience. I am so thankful that I could step out of my comfort zone and go abroad to meet new people, experience new culture and learn from those who I would have otherwise never had the privilege to speak to. I will always remember and appreciate how I was treated as a foreigner in Japan. Although it was obvious that I didn’t know the culture, customs or language, I was always met with patience, kindness, and respect. I will miss the subtle but constant expressions of respect and regard displayed to others. Although this might be local to Matsuyama, I will miss the more obvious sense and importance placed on community, and the genuine interest people had in one another.

For those of you who are wondering if you should do study aboard, I truly mean this: DO IT. I will not be able to truly express on paper all the benefits that this program has brought to me, personally and academically. Stepping headfirst into a culture which isn’t yours is a journey I would highly encourage everybody to embark on. The ways in which your will see your own culture and others will be changed completely. If you go in with an open mind, willing to learn and appreciate, I guarantee you will be blown away by what you encounter.

Going to Japan was an amazing experience. I would like to thank UWB Study Abroad for helping me make this trip possible, to allow me to experience a new world, a new culture and make so many new friends. I honestly believe this was a life changing experience.  I was glad I went, and I’m glad to be home.

Hiroshima – The Other Face of Nuclear Power

In my time in Japan, I have been able to realize the unique relationship and view Japan has toward Nuclear Energy. Not only has Japan been the only country to experience the destruction, loss, and pain of a nuclear bomb, but also one of the few that have experienced a catastrophic nuclear reactor meltdown. This was the first year that this study abroad program added a trip to Hiroshima into the schedule; I’m glad they did, as, for me, it was the most impactful trip of the program. Although there is no American who does not know of the nuclear bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, there are few of us who have seen it through the eyes of the Japanese, and to witness first-hand the wounds which are healing, and scars that remain from the event which took place 72 years ago.

A view into the past

The A-Bomb Dome

The inscription says please rest in peace, for [we/they] shall not repeat the error.”

To say the least, it was a difficult day. My eyes were opened to a different side of the story. Whenever I heard about the A-bombs in school it was “the bomb that brought the end to the war”, and that was the end of the story. What is not discussed were the approximately 140,000 lives which were lost, half lost in the first day, and the rest from the effects of radiation still taking lives to this day. As I walked through the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum I read dozens of stories of people who were taken that day. For the first time in my life, the horror, destruction, and sadness of the bombing became a reality. This was no longer a chapter in a textbook: I was walking under the same sky where a nuclear bomb was detonated, reaching temperatures of the sun as atoms collided and released untold amounts of energy; I was breathing the same air which 72 years ago would have been so radioactive to took thousands of lives of a span of a few days; I walked past the ghosts of building whose concrete and steel beams were melted and vaporized by the heat.

The purpose of this memorial is not to blame, nor to create guilt, but to open our eyes to the past so we can clearly see our future. On The Memorial Cenotaph, the inscription reads “please rest in peace, for [we/they] shall not repeat the error”. The [we/they] is a subject up to the interpretation of the reader, and for me, it refers to the world: one people, one species; we shall not repeat the error.

This journey gave me a glimpse into the conflicting views Japanese have on nuclear power, as on one hand, you see the destructive and costly effects of Hiroshima, Nagasaki and now Fukushima, yet on the other, you see the benefits of having so much power produced through controlled nuclear reactions.

 

Group Picture at Hiroshima

Trip to the town of Ozu

Last Saturday, the 9th of September, a few of us had the day completely to ourselves as we were only ones who decided not to participate in home stay over the weekend. Personally, I decided to not go to homestay because I feared my lack of cultural knowledge would cause me to unintentionally offend my home stay parents. Regardless if my choice to not go to home stay was justified, the few of us had an amazing day as we traveled by train to a small, historically preserved city, two hours away from Matsuyama called Ozu. The ride was beautiful, as the train took us along the coast line for over an hour, and we got to see plenty of small villages, beautiful scenery and many locals who were interested in our visit. Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t the best and I couldn’t get very many good pictures until later that day. Around 5pm,  the cloudy and gloomy day showed its other face and gave us the perfect lighting to take some amazing pictures.

 

Sunsets and Castles

Us students who for some reason or another decided not to go to homestay

Taking advantage of great lighting

 

Ozu emerged during the Edo Period (1603-1867) originally being a castle town. Today, there are still nostalgic alleys and shines which bring you back to the times of the Edo and Meiji Periods. It was amazing to walk around the small town and see the old and modern styles of houses and streets side by side.

Shout out to our amazing travel guide and friend, Yuka-san, an Ehime University student studying education, for making this trip and many like it possible.

Renewable Energy in Japan – Week 1

It’s been almost one week since my arrival to Matsuyama and I’m having an amazing time, every day learning, experiencing, and appreciating new things. I’m going to write this post in two sections, one focusing on cultural and daily life aspects which have really impressed me and the other on topics discussed in the engineering sections of the program.

Culture and Daily Life:

I can say that I’ve never walked so much in my life. The first day we covered over seven miles in less than six hours. Thankfully, on the second day of the program, we were given the keys to our bikes, and my fears of my legs falling off immediately faded. Matsuyama city is quite flat, which makes biking a very convenient, cheap, and compact source of transportation. There are also plenty of laws to keep pedestrians, drivers, and bicyclists safe on the roads and alley ways. For example, listening to music while riding, riding under the influence of alcohol and riding while holding an umbrella can all result in fines up to 500 USD. Of course, you still see those who choose to be rebels and ignore the rules, but in general, people obey the laws. Drivers are also very considerate to bicyclists and pedestrians in general; not once have I been honked at or felt I was in danger when riding around town.

Classmate Jon and I parking our bikes and heading to lecture

If there was one store you needed to know about to survive in Matsuyama it would 7-Eleven. There is almost consistently one 7-Eleven within 5 minutes walking distance from any place I’ve been in the city. Unlike in the US, 7-Eleven is not a gas station, instead, it is a small store with everything from basic first aid products to pre-made meals. The service is always amazing and the cashiers incredibly helpful, considerate, and polite. Any meal (with in reason) will cost you no more than six dollars, and there for extremely affordable. Even when going to local restaurants, meals typically range from $4.50 for breakfast, to $13 for a full meal at a nice establishment. This brings up the most mind-blowing part of Japan for me: the service provided at restaurants. Never in my life have I consistently been given such amazing service until my arrival to Japan. To my understanding, it is expected for restaurant employees to always provide their best possible service. Because of this, it is considered unnecessary to thank or praise restaurant employees and extremely rude to attempt to provide a tip for great service.

Matsuyama prides itself in its history. Two of largest attractions would be Matsuyama Castle, located five minutes away from the university by bike, and Dogo Onsen, a historic hot spring establishment. Natural hot springs have an enormous impact on Japanese tradition and culture. Although the building was only constructed in the late 1800’s, mentions of the local hot spring date back over a thousand years. A trip to the healing and refreshing hot springs is a common way to either begin or end one’s day. Matsuyama Castle was much larger than I anticipated. There are at least three large gates to breach before reaching the main tower. The builders also placed hidden doors and gates to allow the castle’s defenders to go behind the enemy and flank them if necessary. While never being attacked, Matsuyama Castle was built to spot the enemy long before they were to arrive. At the top of the main watch tower, you can enjoy the 360-degree view of Matsuyama City.

View from the top of Matsuyama Castle

Group Picture Under one of the main towers

 

 

Engineering

If there was one word to describe Japan’s power situation it would be: vulnerable. In a worst-case scenario, if Japan were to be blockaded and no imports allowed in, their oil reserves would only last 198 days. After that point, it would be lights out for almost all of Japan, as there would be no means to create electricity for the public. Even with all things going smoothly, Japan is pouring out money to be able to import unbelievable amounts of oil, mostly from the Middle East, which is taking a toll on its economy. So basically, Japan is in a pickle. Power companies in Japan desperately want to start up some of the nuclear reactors which were shut down in 2011, however, there is still a strong resistance coming from the public and government. Although it doesn’t quite solve their dependency problem, Japan is hoping hydrogen fuel cells will be a more reliable and greener alternative to their current system. Essentially, hydrogen can be used as a battery and as long as they have a big enough tank, they can store the energy with ease.

Ideally, power from a renewable energy power plant would produce electricity to isolate hydrogen from water, the hydrogen stored and oxygen released into the air. With the help of some chemistry, the hydrogen would be turned into a liquid and shipped to Japan. Japan would receive it, vaporize it, and run it through their fuel cells to create water and power. They could also leave the hydrogen in its liquid form for storage, which would solve their reserve problems as this method would be able to store much more potential energy.

Great! Problem solved! Oh wait, not really. Because of the multiple changes the energy has gone though you are only getting a fraction of the power you started with.  With current technology, hydrogen power required massive government subsidies to be competitive against fossil fuels. Japan is currently one of the few, if not only country still developing hydrogen fuel cells. In the US, companies like Tesla are putting their money on batteries to store energy, which is much more efficient but can’t hold as much power as hydrogen can. It’s almost as if the world is at this slightly awkward stage where we know we have to get away from fossil fuels but can’t see far enough down the road to know the right choice.

I apologize for the lack of pictures, I’m having some slight trouble with my camera at the moment. I’ll attempt to fix the problem and post pictures sometime early this week.