Let’s face it. Much of travel can be a gamble. Days that start out promising can quickly get a sour taste. Finding a famous tourist attraction does not guarantee anything more than it’s sure to be crowded. Online recommendations and even World Heritage Sites may or may not ring your own bells.
And so it goes. I’ve learned to accept the fact that not every place visited will hit a home run.
Today we said goodbye to our house guest and decided to take a short train ride to a neighboring town that was, for a ten year period, the capital of Japan before it was moved to Kyoto. The town was recommended in a popular Kyoto periodical.
As can often be the case, there were no specific directions given in the article we read to finding the recommended historic temples and shrines. There was no information kiosk with cute little maps. There was just a need to pick an exit from the train station, kind of an eenie- meenie- miney -mo decision. There were no taxis available at the station either.
The day became increasingly warmer as we decided we could probably walk to the first shrine. There was nothing of even mild interest in the generic town as we walked towards the tall torii gate at the side of the mountain. I started thinking this was probably going to be one of “those” days, but I kept my mouth so as not to tarnish my husband’s thoughts. Signs grew more negative when we reached the famous red azalea walkway lined with 200 yr old azalea trees, now all finished flowering, blossoms shriveled and brown. OOps, bad timing.
It wasn’t until we’d climbed several flights of stairs that the scene became compelling. A shrine is a shrine is a shrine but although they share similar characteristics each one is as unique as a snowflake. Things suddenly looked more promising.
Rub the friendly ox where you feel pain and then touch your same body part. Expect healing.