Divyam was determined to have us out of his house on time this morning. I was relieved not to have a visit from 'Georgette' the spider during my shower, and was ready to leave when the taxis, which always come early and never late, were at the door. It was a hurried goodbye to Emily, Robert and Nathan, who were off to Nara for a visit. They were moving to a hotel over Kyoto station, a modern behemoth in this very ancient city. In fact, there is a very modern part of Kyoto we never did see, and a happening art scene as well, including a modern art museum, all of which we have left for our next visit. We had all had enough of Yonbanchi and our imperious host. I missed most of his offensiveness in the morning, when both Eric and Emily were up early and listening to him pontificating. By the time I arrived for our breakfast of fruit (one morning it was delicious grapefruit with honey oh so delicious), toast and cups of thin coffee like but not quite right, which was not at all Japanese style breakfast, but so be it, Divyam was calmed down and reasonable. But Eric tells me that he was very particular about our plans, and perhaps disappointed that we did not follow through with his instructions. He was ambitious for us, and I like that, but he heat made it impossible to accomplish what we otherwise would have.
It was to be a rainy day, and by the time we dropped off our luggage at the baggage storage area, it was raining intensely. The post office next to the modern train station had an ATM open for visitors, but we were misdirected and ran through the rain looking for it for some time. The rain was more and more intense after our seven minute train ride to Fushi-Inari, and I was thankful for our umbrella which had worked thus far to shade us from the searing rays of the sun. It was Sunday and the shrine was packed with people, but as we ascended further and further up the mountain under the orange arches, the crowds began to thin and the air became fresher. The rain came and went, but it was altogether a very wet experience. In fact, the heat was easier than trying to stay dry and keep my camera from getting wet.
The experience was marvelous anyway. All the way up the mountain are red-orange arches, or torii, each dedicated by a business or entity or family. The shrine complex is dedicated to the gods of rice and sake.
train to Inari 5 min
Inari shrine walk
train to tokyo
train to Narita
ryokan
kaiseki dinner
tatami
view over shrine
bed
It was to be a rainy day, and by the time we dropped off our luggage at the baggage storage area, it was raining intensely. The post office next to the modern train station had an ATM open for visitors, but we were misdirected and ran through the rain looking for it for some time. The rain was more and more intense after our seven minute train ride to Fushi-Inari, and I was thankful for our umbrella which had worked thus far to shade us from the searing rays of the sun. It was Sunday and the shrine was packed with people, but as we ascended further and further up the mountain under the orange arches, the crowds began to thin and the air became fresher. The rain came and went, but it was altogether a very wet experience. In fact, the heat was easier than trying to stay dry and keep my camera from getting wet.
The experience was marvelous anyway. All the way up the mountain are red-orange arches, or torii, each dedicated by a business or entity or family. The shrine complex is dedicated to the gods of rice and sake.
train to Inari 5 min
Inari shrine walk
train to tokyo
train to Narita
ryokan
kaiseki dinner
tatami
view over shrine
bed
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