O-Henro – A gaijin’s journey that does not end in enlightenment so much as family peace.
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 to San Francisco. It impressed the hell out of me at the time, that this […]
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.
I’m ‘blogging’ old school in a moleskin journal, however I’ve nabbed Dad’s laptop to assure the world that I am, indeed, alive. It’s muggy and beautiful. We leave tomorrow for Henro.
Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram […]