I woke up when my alarm went off at 6am, stuck my head out
of my tent and this is what I saw:
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Rain, and lots of it. |
So I went back to
sleep for an hour, and by the time I crawled out of my tent the rain had turned
into just a drizzle. I was glad I camped where I did, it saved me packing up a
wet tent, something that means you either have to dry it out sometime later in
the day, or set up and sleep in a wet tent again that night.
The first mountain of the day was Mt Inuyama, which proved
harder than I expected. It’s not that the mountain was very tall, on the
contrary, rather it was the combination of rocky slopes and the rain making it
very slippery, so it was very slow going up and down. Here is an idea of what I mean:
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I had to move very carefully to keep from slipping and breaking my back |
The clouds robbed me of any chance to get a good view at the top. I couldn't see anything and at some points it felt like I was in Silent Hill. The humidity was crazy too. The rain soon turned into mist
and by the time I got down the other side I must have looked like a drowned rat.
I was sweating in places I didn’t think I could sweat.
Coming down, the path was lined with these little Jizo statues that all had a red bib and cap knitted for them:
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In Japanese folklore these small statues, called Jizo, and are meant to act as the protectors of deceased children and women in the next life |
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Quite fittingly for my purposes, they also serve the dual function of being the protecters of travellers on the road. All I needed to be protected from was wet spider webs...
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They were everywhere, and I found myself walking with trekking pole extended for the most part... |
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See what I mean |
After crossing this river I started to keep my eye out for somewhere to sleep, and in no less than 15
minutes I had found a perfect spot right next to the trail:
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What I saw from the road looked promising... |
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...and got better when I got up there. It was empty, meaning that nobody had any reason to come up here |
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So I got settled in |
I thought I would try my hand at mixing up a decent trail meal for once, so earlier I bought these ingredients to give it a whirl:
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That is curry flavoured noodles, a stick of pepperoni, and two pickled eggs |
It actually turned out pretty decently, compared to normal anyways:
Distance: 30km
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