- Friday, April 5, 2019, Day 23
- Temples: #46, #47, #48, #49
- Matsuyama City, Japan
- Weather: 40-55 Overcast
- Miles 48 mikes (2 buses) / Total Miles 448.1
Shades of red…
- Kōbō Daishi Temple #47
- Monjuin Temple
- Main Temple #47

Shades of red…

Takeo T., one of last night’s dinner acquaintances, greeted me with cherry blossom watercolor and ink pen drawing he had made since last night’s dinner. He felt he may have intruded on my dinner. I tried to explain the dinner companionship was what had made the dinner special. What an amazing o-settai. As hard as it was for me to fold the watercolor in half and tuck it in my stamp book, creasing it was the only safe way to carry it it in my backpack.



Temple #45 sits tucked high in the rock face of a mountain. It reminded me of the Anasi Clift dwellings at Mesa Verde, Colorado.
Single people always attract the interest of others. I love when others join me for dinner and conversation. Our stories weave together to make a tapestry. Don’t you love our matching Japanese yukata, house robe, and tanzen, short jacket.



Parisian Christine C. and I met our first day walking the Camino Santiago in France. We became dear friends. Today our 88 Buddhist Temples pilgrimage crossed paths. It was an out-and-back route. I was walking towards Temple #45 and Christine was walking from Temple #45. There we stood in a Japanese forest face-to-face. She traveled east half-way around the world while I traveled west-halfway around the world. Amazing how it all came together at this one moment. We had been emailing each other so we knew our itineraries were getting awfully close. Our reunion was as though no time had passed since we last met. A day to cherish.



Beauty in shapes.



At Temple #45’s Main Gate hangs a pair of straw sandals that are replaced every hundred-years.



Leave the driving to us. Today I road through one of the countless Shikoku tunnels on a municipal bus. Much better than walking through the tunnels. Like many service positions, bus drivers wear immaculate white gloves.



One of the wonderful exhibit at Museum of Ehime History and Culture was on fashion and Japanese textiles.



I met my first Japanese woman walking Shikoku 88 Temples. Plus, she walks alone. Other Japanese women seen have come by car or tour bus. I had one burning question. How did her parents feel about her walking Shikoku’s 88 temples? They were extremely apprehensive. Every night she emails her parents to let them she’s doing well.



Temples…


