Off the road for a few days. We traced the distended belly of the Kinki Region, where it juts proudly into the Pacific, walking 300+ km along the Kii-ji, Nakahechi, and Ōhechi sections of the Kumano Kodo. Like the Japanese expression, "Hara Hachi-bunme," we pushed back from the table and saved the Ise-ji for leftovers.
Then a couple nights at Koya, which has become perhaps my favorite place in country, this almost alpine town with Buddhas, lots and lots of Buddhas. Oku-no-in at dawn is pure magic. It was here that we bowed to Kobo Daishi and asked him to watch over us as we walked his footsteps.
Shikoku 88. The guidebooks differ, but we walked somewhere between 1200 and 1400 km in 39 days. Maybe 90 percent of it over asphalt. Lots and lots of asphalt. A week finished and my feet still wake me with their complaining. Yet I can't think of a better way to see this country, on foot and sleeping out, fully susceptible to both the kind hospitality and the hostile looks.
In an attempt to disprove the laws of inertia, we will now arrest this motion and take part in a Vipassana retreat north of Kyoto, looking for a remedy for restless minds and aching feet.
(And for grateful stomachs, here is an article that I published over at Deep Kyoto in September. Bon Appetit!)
On the turntable: Jeff Buckley, "Sketches for my Sweetheart the Drunk"
On the nighttable: E. Annie Proulx, "Postcards"
3 comments:
Very glad to see had a successful trip. Looks like you finished just in time before the frigid autumn rains.
I hope that you'll someday be able to chronicle your experiences either on this site or in another written medium. Looking forward to hearing all about it.
I have posted your Vipassana piece here Tedster: http://www.deepkyoto.com/?p=1971
Did I ever tell you Jeff Buckley is my favorite singer?
Rest those poor feet. Open those mental pores. Let the light pour in. It's all por vous.
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