The first few temples, me getting kitted out, plus a pit stop at Kobe where their automated train stations stunned me.
I went to Japan with my brother to visit our father and hike O’Henro. But before you can hike, you have to meet Japan. Hi, Japan!
I’ve always wanted to backpack in a strange land. When I was in high school, I read a book by a fellow who walked the Trail of Tears backwards and then hitchhiked across the Pony Express route, from St. Jo’s…
I’m still in Japan, still alive. We walked 23 temples on Shikoku and we’re reposing at Dad’s place for a couple days before I head home. I miss pizza.