Listerine Mouth Burning

Tuesday, 28.04.2009, Tokushima, BR Sakura

The 44th Day in Japan
At 6:30 clock is announced departure for me because the bus leaves at 7.05 clock. I will go and take a bus to Kansai Airport, the flight to switch to collect information. Although I had an e-mail sent to the airline, but has received no response. Where's the next time I find an opportunity to find an Internet connection is questionable. Of course there are in the Kansai Airport in the basement of a number of Internet terminals from which you can surf for 100 yen, about 10 minutes on the Internet, but when I arrived, it is still early to be morning in Japan (accordingly, it is in Europe or in the middle the Night). Here in Tokushima I buy a ticket for the bus first, get my luggage tickets handed out by the driver, who immediately packed my backpack in the luggage compartment. When I made myself but the very front at the entrance placement, as I had done on the outward journey to Hajo, I will point out that I have a ticket 2nd Class and the seats have bought it from the 3rd Row. I see it, although no great difference to the outward journey, both times I paid 4,000 yen, but I add the instructions. As the bus from the bus station before leaving Tokushima Central Station, I say goodbye inside of Shikoku. "Sayonara Shikoku - soon!"

Now back on the Naruto Expressway, which connects Naruto Kaikyo Bridge, the Sikoku with Awaji Island, and the Akashi Kaikyo Bridge, which represents the connection to the mainland, and here we are again through the city of Kobe in Osaka. When I get out in Kansai, I check first if the airline is busy switch. But nil - there currently is no flight of this airline, is it a switch is opened or no staff, I could have asked, are present. I go to the basement to get me to the tourist information guide to Koyasan. Above all, I need info as I most easily get there. Unfortunately, the nice Japanese woman who helped me and Hajo 6 weeks was not there, but also so I get a lot of useful information. I get a card that says "Map of Kansai Airport, a card that I recommend everyone to get to because it has not just a map of the catchment area of Kansai, but the grid on the JR (Japan Railways) - and private railways in the area. I can Kansai with the private Nankai Railway line to Kishinosato Tamade drive, change, and then go directly to a further Nakai line to Koyasan. Since I buy a combination ticket, which includes the cable car to Koyasan Station from the mountain with one, I should be as relatively safe reach my goal. That sounds good at first, but since there many different speeds Trains are who do not anywhere or not pass through the route, is it more complicated than thought. It is this distinction not only in Express and Local (normal speed), but there is rapid Limited Express, Ltd.. Southern Express, Ltd.. Express, Express Airport, Sub Express, Semi Express, and of course the train (local), stops at every stop really. If you sit on the wrong train and is surprised that all the people leave at once, the train, which is probably the terminal. Care must always sure how far (bound for XY "), the train, then from there take a connecting train.

Unfortunately I have bad luck, so that I am from 11.00 bis 14.00 clock on such a small Must sit around the train station. The sun is shining, but I'm cold. Perhaps because we are in the mountains. I prefer to warm up to me a can of Nescafe from a vending machine, although I really detest both the finished canned coffee and tea. But if one is cold, one uses any source of heat. The coffee is even offered in three different flavors. The cans are marked "France", "Italy" and "Tanzania" in romaji (Latin letters) and I guess that there might be meant by coffee, espresso coffee and normal. I am quite glad that it's Nescafe and not overly sweet, these, with milk contaminated caffeine bombs which "Morning Shot" or something similar calls. But finally it goes on.

The train dragged himself up the hill, not too far it may be more, because the train has to do all right, get up here. Soon I will switch to the cyclone track ("Cable car") must, as it is simply too steep tunnel, despite a Normalzug. When I arrived in Gokarukobashi then, I heave myself and my luggage to said cable railway, which has only a few meters further their output Punk. We are only a few people in the wagon, which has no response, but a staircase inside, because it is so steep here. I find it immediately on a woman with a lime green jacket, shot some photos here. Foreigners come here quickly and I discovered it. When they get moving again to her husband, I'll start a conversation. There are French people who want to leave Japan in the course of their visit to Koyasan. In Kyoto, Osaka and Nara, they have been already, now they want to visit the famous Koyasan. I tell you about my tour of Shikoku and we talk almost the whole journey only with Japan. There are two trains, each up and go. In a small area of the route is double track, here to meet the trains, because the rest is just one track. I wonder just how popular here as a wanderer or pilgrim to the mountain comes as the track runs parallel to a temporary dirt road. But finally we arrive at the mountain station and I'm back a little shocked how much activity is at a time.

I thought I was on target, but here you have yet to buses, change the one to bring in the actual city and the temple, of which there are over 100 here. Since you do not run the first part to the entrance, may be it as a precaution so that no one here under the wheels, or as a source of revenue for the temple town, I buy at the box office first day Pass. Luckily I get a map right here and a brochure handed out in English. A little confused, because I still could not decide, I board the first available bus to first get into the city. My idea of a small village, very traditional and simple, but with many magnificent temples here is on Koyasan, I have buried. I have the same feeling that I was behind at the first visit to Kyoto, I had imagined as a peaceful town with beautiful small temples. It presented itself to me but as a big city like Tokyo, which sell the temple as tourist attractions and had connected with a well-developed transport system. What can I say such a thing is called a culture shock! I had previously intended to provide better, but now I let myself go and just look where I land.

I get the "cemetery" or as a Buddhist Ceremony ("inner sanctum") from designated area, as these are the last bus stop ("Okunion mae") is. From here I can roll up the temple town from behind, but first I'll go get my stamps for my pilgrim point (nokyochō). I'm already "by the wind" and afraid to forget otherwise. Here on the pilgrim's office are little groups of young people. A young Japanese is just busy hand to stamp the white pilgrims West, employing the priest, meanwhile, with the other pilgrims. It lasts until I'm at the range, but in the end and I finally got it yet my fate, my pilgrim book, respectively, met. The gentlemen here, especially the elderly something to him I'd like to describe as "paint monkey", here the whole pack has young men. I balk at the nape hair, so I would imagine a yakusa (Japanese Mafia). Giving the nice and helpful uncle next door, if you are taking on his pleas, a donation for the needy crook shank of your neighborhood, you break your fingers. I too would like to know what he wears under his clothes, as it almost invariably yakusa are those who here in Japan tattoos. Therefore, tattoos in Japan still frowned upon and this "company" forbidden to enter public bath houses. But I will not pull down more me. Since it is not only very cold up here, but has also started to rain yet, I will not stay long. I wander through the "graveyard", it should be here more than 2,000 grave stones. Of emperors and daimyo (local prince) to seal up the common man, is all represented, even company logos with memorial stones for deceased employees make up I can. Since the Daishi is the age of 62 years in the "happy hunting grounds" and received in eternal meditation (samadhi), since 21 March of the year 835 here laid to rest has found many supporters thought that the proximity of the Saints could bring them good karma (fate) for the next life. This kind of miraculous persistence, not really dead and enlightened, still alive and the final resolution (Nirvana) striving, not uncommon here in Japan. Even the Tendai sect founder Saicho ("Highest Clarity"), who had traveled with the Daishi to China, is said to linger for 822 in his temple on Mount Hiei Enrakuji (for Kyoto) in meditation. (Maybe someone with a report on the "marathon monk" as seen from Hiei just this in the tradition of Tendai Buddhism, see also http://www.3sat.de/dynamic/sitegen/bin/sitegen.php?query_string=Japan&days_published=365&scsrc=1 input "marathon monk"

I wander here about the cemetery, but the orientation is difficult since really no map listing all the buildings. So I compare my three choices to determine my position to even begin to can. As I pass a screaming-like building, it is the Eireiden, I thought that the Buddhist Ceremony ("inner sanctum"), the mausoleum would be the Daishis, but it looks more like a shrine. But I'm on the wrong track, the right, an approximately 2 km with ancient cedar-framed road would have to lead me directly to the Ichinobashi that Nakanobashi and Gobyōbashi called bridges to Daishi's mausoleum. The bridges separating the respective areas in the "kingdom of the dead", the "kingdom of purification" and the "realm of enlightenment." I feel transported back to Shikoku where I should work with any province or dojo (practice room) enlightenment (Nirvana) approach.

Now I run cross country but a bit and admire the many statues, grave stones and memorial plants. I see a statue of a dog, a small samurai in manga style. (Manga called Japanese comics, while the anime cartoon and animation films will be used.) monument at Nissan I can see two workers and in between, these huge trees, which are to be the oldest 900 years old. From the brochure I know that for safety always trees must be felled, they were dead or damaged by a typhoon. This happens only in an emergency and reciting sutras (prayer formula). There are so many interesting details, I can not even get enough. A book-read man with a scarf and some relief, in which I can make European clothes and faces, and the "mountains" of small stones and Jizo figures it did to me. Later I learn that Jizo "stratifications" have been erected for the dead who had no relatives, so that no one would have to the rites after death care.

I see a group of bronze figures, "Mizumuke Jizo" they are called here, and it will bring good karma (fate), sprinkle them with water, what to do with pilgrims present for a lot of momentum. After the last of the three bridges, it is unfortunately not permitted to take pictures or here durchzuschlendern with yukata (cotton kimono). A sign in English has all my energy out. In the Tama River probably a kind of spiritual purification timber is constructed, unfortunately this is my last photo, because you in the Buddhist Ceremony (inner sanctum) can not take pictures. In the next hall, there is neither a temple nor a mausoleum to be accepted by monks orders, which are related to rites for the dead and the wish-fulfillment. Left over, again out of the hall, you just go to a small hut, which is used as a "bone house". Here bones are kept of those who probably had in the cemetery before the complex is no room nor the wherewithal to find here permanently and definitively the final resting place. One can here on Koyasan a "luck" purchase, for example by you make a copy of Sutra and then charge for a period of time stored here. Anyone who imagines that things would be kept here forever, as is usual for Sutrenspeicher on Shikoku in earlier centuries, will be disappointed, because then the mountain would be bursting at the seams, were as much storage space is not at all. But as a temporary interim solution.

Now I am finally in front of the mausoleum of the Daishi, but can hardly see what, since there is no temple hall, but only a fence, before it burns incense and makes his prayers. Somewhere back there, hidden behind a small door in the open, the Daishi is in his Mausoleum in eternal meditation between this world and the next float. And I still hold him in my hand, my Daishi or walking stick that has brought me no major problems on the island of Shikoku. "Arigato gozaimasu" (Thank you), I think, and want to make their way into the city. I've seen in a small plan, that there is even a youth hostel. Maybe I should come there to recover from my first culture shock. There are certainly seeing more and if I'm already here, then it should not miss me to inform me first thoroughly.

time I walk right past the building and come across a hall TOTODO ("Later hall") is called and burn in an unbroken sequence, since the occurrence of the Daishis in its present state, the donated lanterns. The lanterns are from the most famous emperor Shirakawa (1053-1129, 72nd Tenno) and a poor woman named Oteru ( http://www.koyasan.or.jp/english/visitors/midokoro/torodo.html ).
I'm holding on here but not for long. It's cold, trickling from her, and I prefer it to seek my fortune in the hostel. Which is indeed almost at the end of the temple city, but since I visited the 2 km pine alley anyway, I wanted to walk along this path. When I meet again on the main road on which I with the bus came, then I am amazed but not bad, because here classified a temple to the next. Of course, I only see the temple entrances with gates, but everything is nicely decorated with pine branches, water containers and even Japan flags. There is a great pilgrim paraphernalia shop and small stalls where offerings of oranges and pine branches mentioned can buy. Fortunately, my fears confirmed not to be found here a city like Kyoto. Maybe a small town or around the present time, perhaps a village since the day tourists are already on the way home or have retired to the adjacent temple to Shokubō (temple accommodation).

When I was in the front room of the hostel ( http://www2.ocn.ne.jp/ ~ Koyasan / indexe.html ) kick, it's a wonderful old Japanese house, and I pray that it still tonight place for me there. The hostess speaks some English and so I can even rent a room for two nights here. Whether dormitory or single room does not matter because all nights cost the same amount. Dinner is available today, unfortunately, not for tomorrow but breakfast. As the matron leads me to my room, my eyes fall into the common room, which, according to the house, with a go-table (Japanese game with white and black pieces) and Shogi Board (Japanese Chess), a sitting area with back supports and is equipped for the tea ceremony utensils. There is also a television, a black piano and a computer corner, but that's part of the service. What amazes me, the only foreigner in the gray hair is on the computer. If I did not know better, I would consider him Hajo. But now would have to drive in Nara and Kyoto to mischief. But this cap and this size, this is actually Hajo who delves into his computer work, I was not well seen! Even as I speak to him, I hear from him only an absent "like looking out, I need something." Well, he is not the same to me run away and so I refer first to my room at the top of the roof.

Wonderful, a real bed, there is indeed a thick roof beam in a dangerous head height, but I have the room for the whole of me. The toilet is located just around the corner, down the bathroom next to the kitchen. I invite from my luggage and push again to Hajo. We welcome our first drink and a round of tea and I prefer a coffee. While we're telling us, our experiences, especially as we have mastered the tracks on Bangai No. 20, a young woman joins us. She is Swiss and Japan on their journey for a short visit ended up here on Koyasan as they visited a relative in Japan added. She still has no fixed plan where to go next point. Inspired by our experiences Shikoku we submit their proposal to do but the little round of Temple No. 1 to No. 17. Then you have a good insight into the daily pilgrimage and is also called for something sporty. It does not have to overdo it and how we do it all round. When we consider how we want to spend the early evening, we have to organize something for dinner, my phone number is the "cult-san" one of the Muryōkō that had given me the young man from Bangai No. 20. Without further ado, I press the number Hajo in the hand, said the pride on his return, that we can immediately come in Muryōkōin temple. We know the Swiss priest Kurt Genso from the press, as it recently gave reports on the Swiss-born, who came here several years ago to Shingon priest. He lives in Muryōkōin, a temple in which several foreign monks and nuns are ordained.

The Muryōkōin ( http://www.muryokoin.org/ ) here is just around the corner. We quickly aufgerappelt us and allowed rapid step the way to the gate behind us. Hajo asks one monk who comes to meet him in the courtyard, according to Kurt Genso. A few moments later, the Swiss will also have to give us to guide them through the maze of stairs and corridors to his little chamber, where he lives with his Japanese wife. He had just returned from Thailand where he carries out a project that will enable the Thai monks to study. Unfortunately, it is still the case that it is in Thailand, the monks allowed to reside in the vicinity of the fair sex. In a study in which we now "pushes school," the times together, it can not be fully excluded, so that the monks to give up either the study or the monk status must. Kurt floats, not only because of this gender problem, a university for monks. He itself supports some guys who he had met in the Thai temple with money and a fatherly leader. The development of a biology department at a school he has just been completed and a project to build a library, has just been dumped again because it seemed more appropriate for the money to buy computers, allow you an access to current information. Then there was the problem with the computer operation. But fortunately, Kurt has found a teacher willing to learn the computer could give lessons. It seems to me, he follows the old saying - "Where there's a will there's a way" and so we get an impression with his tales of his projects. By himself, we learn only that he is from Switzerland, and studied art in long, I think Venice, lived, where he met his Japanese wife. Tamara, our guide from Switzerland know Kurt from newspaper reports and reports that come out of his home country. We are sitting here with a cup of tea on the floor of his monk's cell at a small table, the walls are served with bookshelves. Quite different than I had imagined. Somehow, plain and spartan to me so I had presented a monk room. But for its many projects, he serves as interpreter and Koyasan, although it sounds not like a kind of diplomat Koyasan, acts of foreign Tourists and tourist guides and photo, book and television projects elsewhere on the run. A busy man who has yet to a wife, and his service as a priest in the temple must not neglect. He tells us that soon will a production team from ZDF visit him, as it is about the pilgrimage of Shikoku. Although he is a Shingon Buddhist pilgrimage never, but we can tell him all the more stories like this. It ends with the fact that we share as common in Japan, business cards and get an invitation to the morning meditation, to be held at 6:00 clock.

Since we had no dinner, says Kurt-san us the way to a small pub come into the temple members often, because there are many good, cheap food. Hajo must leave us now that he has checked so punctual that he could still grab dinner in the hostel. So I make my then been with Tamara to visit the pub, its menu also Kurt-san is translated into English. I eat a curry ramen for 600 yen. That is a mix of ramen, thin Chinese noodles with soup and a curry, which often can you serve as a rice dish. The pub is small and we feed at the counter. On the toilet I look for the hand basin in vain, I find that in the guest room on the wall. As we have served our great dishes, I still think about whether I can dare to give me the huge surpluses, as in Japan quite common to put on the lips to it auszuschlürfen then noisily. But with a spirited "supuno arimasuka" (Is there spoon?) We get finally has passed spoon. When we come tonight in the hostel, I rush out of sheer information input of the head. What I have now seen it all interesting and experienced. But the conversation with Kurt-san took several hours. I fall into bed now dead tired. I have not even managed to take a hot bath in Ofuro (Japanese bath). Tomorrow I will explore the Koyasan Hajo and I let him show the temple, in which I have not been.


Pilgrimages http://www.sekaiisan-wakayama.jp/english/sisan_index.htm

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Monday, 04/27/2009, Awa City, Business Hotel Acess Awa

the 43rd Day in Japan
Although I am already at 6.00 clock on, but there is breakfast only from 7:00 clock, I grab my backpack and go to the Internet to even write a few e-mails and I pick out details on Koyasan. At long last another breakfast so after my own heart: Minichroissants, Brioschbrötchen and coffee fill! I had missed so right! A real Western breakfast, if one disregards the fact that the diameter of the rolls made as similar is like the spoon for the coffee, more as a knife blade and I tear open the rolls rather than cut. The breakfast eggs are hard, but cold, but I refresh myself on coffee, which comes here fresh from the coffee machine. I run after I checked out the Awa Access, 1 in the direction of Temple No. It's pretty difficult to find a way, because now all the signs are in the wrong direction. While one could easily be based on the way out, hanging signs a now mostly in the back and you have to be oriented in the opposite direction. The stone sign (hyoseki) are easier to find, as they are set up so that it can be seen easily from both directions. This is probably one reason why a pilgrimage tour in an opposite direction (Gyaku uchi) and four tours will be counted in the right direction (jun uchi). So you can run the tour are once (in the opposite direction), but already at the next tour in the right direction with green labels (osamefuda) distributed in the temples. There is also such a hierarchy in the number of completed pilgrimages. How could I learn in the pilgrim museum tours are on the No. 1 to No. 4 with white slip (osamefuda) to use are from 5 rounds of green, red for 8 rounds. Followed by 24 rounds from silver, gold and 55-88 of 100 laps on the pilgrimage (on foot or motorized) should the Pilgerwütige then use plastic cards that are labeled "brocade".

But now I want to first finish my first round and still make up the missing visit Bangai Temple No. 1. I pass a sign that says "Gosho kindergarten. To this end I have to say that the German word has been adopted in the English language with the German spelling. When I meet pilgrims, I greet them with a hearty "Gambatte kudasai" (Do your best - only courage). But I see again and again pilgrims who see me from a distance and then some Japanese call as if I would run in the wrong direction. With a Japanese "Owarimashita" ("I've finished"), I will enlighten them on and then try unswervingly to find my way back. On the sidewalk I find a folding comb. Once again provided me my Meiser, Kobo Daishi, with all the necessities. My own comb had lost a few days ago so many tines that I've thrown it away. But, as with the miniature sandals for good luck, the Daishi meet modest requirements (;-) grins!).

case of a short visit to the Temple No. 7 (Juurakuji), then I am still amazed at what has stuck by the impressions of the 88 temples an extent. At first I felt like I was ihn das erste Mal in meinem Leben besuchen. Nun muss ich dazu sagen, dass so ein paar grüne Bäume einen Tempel doch schon sehr verändern können. Ich hatte vor knapp 6 Wochen hier nur kahle oder spärlich blühende Pflaumen- und Kirschbäume zu sehen bekommen. Während die zart rosa Kirschblüte einem Tempel noch so eine edle Note verleiht, zieht das grüne Laub ihn wieder in die Gefilde der Normalität. Ja ich möchte sagen in die Art Ländlichkeit, die ich auf Shikoku kennengelernt habe. Derb, aber mit Herz, freundlich, aber mit respektvollem Abstand. Oh, wie werde ich das vermissen! Aber ich wundere mich, dass man dann doch so ein paar Gedächtnisblitze hat. Man erkennt zwar nicht mehr die Einzelheiten der Lokalitäten, But can remember certain situations where you hit pilgrims for accommodation or travel or something else had asked with links, as it only looked at or photographed. Here in the pilgrim's office to buy some little things that I had pinched on the Hintour for weight restriction. I buy a white bag (zudabukuro), a bell (jirei) and a Wagesa, a kind of collar that is reminiscent of a monk's robe (kesa). I will complete my pilgrimage equipment and can it be possible from the next post office to send home.

provides further my plan for today, my luggage, if possible to deposit at Temple No. 6 (Anrakuji), then the Way under the Tokushima Expressway take (highway) for Bangai Temple No. 1. When we received the Temple No. 4 (Dainichiji) have visited some time ago, we were told that the route from there to Bangai not be passable. I choose the other route, starting from Temple No. 6, and I hope that I manage the transition from English to Japanese map. Fortunately, the Bangai temple is not so far away, so that allows me to deposit my heavy luggage in the temple. If I remember correctly, so you can even sleep in the bell tower for free. If I was so late, I would have ever safe for the night. There is also the car park of the temple nor a very comfortable cabin with toilet pilgrims.

So I'm on my way, but what the map looks simple, but it is in kind of complicated. Between all the houses and fields, it is not easy to find the pilgrim path and orientation There is also little evidence. Just do not choose the wrong car railway crossing, otherwise I'll be on the wrong path, then I can not correct anymore. I notice the number 42, which is mounted on a sign at a crossing below. I will try to run the same way back as we went, I should probably keep arriving back in the Temple No 6. But it is difficult to interpret the sparse Wegbeschilderung because not all signs necessarily with a red arrow on the Taisanji (Bangai temple No. 1) indicate. The terrain is steep and difficult, and I'm not sure if I've chosen the right path. But I believe that there is a steep road car and an even steeper path of pilgrims. But the higher I go up the mountain, the better the view over the plains of Awa City or Town Kamiita. On a side hill I can make a house, whether it is a shrine or a temple, I can not see, unfortunately. Radio towers that look like pagodas deceive me, but I have during my pilgrimage to a lot of other "structures" seen, which have then been found as yet modern design pagodas. It is warm and the sun burns. The cold of the last day, had mentioned, but then her mind, but now I stew in own juice. When I made the way to the temple almost, a car stops next to me. All the time I had seen neither a pilgrim a car up here, and now consists of drivers eager to get the last piece to take up. But the engine of the car has bad problems here, get up the steep hill, or is it just the fast driving, the engine and brakes to bring here moaning. On the site I dismiss my Japanese car driver, he does not, however, when he was a pilgrim. Well - hopefully not only because of me hochgebraust the mountain, I was somewhere seen running between the houses and then, so I do not get lost, retraced.

digression Bangai Temple No. 1 Taisanji (大 山寺)
"The great temple mountain" in Japanese is due to the reading of the kanji (symbol characters), for each character was originally a Chinese (or Sino-Japanese) and Japanese reading provides both "Taisanji" and Oyamaji be "read. On the importance of the kanji does not change. The temple was founded about 1470 years ago, before the time Kōbō Daishis, and was an important temple of Shugendō (Bergasketentum). When the Daishi came here, had hit the temple, and first had to be rebuilt. The Temple Senju Kannon is dedicated. One legend has it that Kobo Daishi they have been given by his Chinese teacher Huikuo as he studied Buddhism in China. After he was back in Japan, he has donated to the temple the statue, but it is also a statue of Fudo Myoo in Hondo (main hall). Another statue Namikiri Fudo (Fudo waves smoothing ") is in the shrine on the mountain top. The temple is also a "wish granting temple known as Minamoto Yoshitsune here is said to have prayed for victory, before he rode to fight in Yashima, where he know, as we now the fight against the Taira clan (Heike) won. His horse (uma Japanese) to have been buried near the Pagoda of Taisanji. But the temple is famous all over the prefecture as a "marriage temple". Because the syllables' s go "in Japanese, both" five yen "and means" good marriage ", you throw is 5 yen pieces in the donation box. You should then be able to celebrate a beautiful wedding and when you're not married yet, find the right partner. There is another legend that is said to have occurred about 400 years ago when a local warlord prayed for 21 days for power. On his way home he met an Monsterkuh that he felled with one blow. But when they wanted to inspect the beast, they found only a Jizo statue, which was split into two halves. Now it was believed that the deity Kannon had turned into the monster to "demon" the warlord's power strieren. In memory of the temple is a nine stone pagoda, which is said to have worn the warlord of thanks from the top of the mountain to the temple.

You can tell immediately that this is no ordinary temple, but a, how shall I say, alternative Shugendō temple. The many special features, the European style gabled house, the white statue with the block and the many colorful pictures speak for themselves. I explore the temple grounds, the connecting corridor between Daishidō (Dasihi Hall) and Hondo (main hall) with the many votive tablets (ema) and the oversized wood chain has it done to me. As I will sit down for a small little break, a buzzing penetrates to my ear. I keep hearing it and in my mind shapes itself out of the bleeping sketch of a kitten. I am quite surprised but then, that my kitten then, has feathers and beak wide open so very not right for the small body. A sparrow sits in the sand here on Earth and perhaps calls for his mother. While he has been flight feathers, but makes no move. With the soft Puschelfedern around the neck retracted her looks more like a fur ball fiepende. Well, let's hope that there is no temple cat that appreciates easy prey.

After I pursued my pilgrimage and my obligations pilgrims have had complete book, I enter a gay heart of the retreat. But all I'm so happy then but not because the car is still on the parking lot. When I drive up the weathered entrance was noticed, which I would definitely visit yet. So I walk down the valley again. The goal is really very old and weathered. When I visit it even comes with a blue tarp as a roof replacement, probably to minimize further damage. The road is downhill course, the more easily as it goes down and you do not have too many worries about losing his way. In a curve, in which I can see over the trees away, I enjoy the view from up here. It is a little hazy, but I still have a phenomenal vision. I am surprised again and again how it can be such a shallow places among so many mountains. Same way as if a giant hand, the planes knocked flat. When I was still in the corner, I hear a car coming from behind in rushing. Of course my helpful driver who has already brought me the piece up to the temple. With the words "aruki Henro desu," "I 'm running pilgrims, "I apologize with a smile and thank me with a bow for his helpfulness. The way back, I get lost in an orange grove, but then found more quickly than expected. I still watch a farmer and a farmer working in the field and how they are progressing fight through the muddy ground. This is such a real art to irrigate the rice fields everywhere must be enough water, but it must not stagnate.

here in the middle of nowhere I see a sign that the "Jingui fruit market" and refers to Participate waza-no-yakata, a kind of museum where the visitor traditional craft of Tokushima Prefecture can try. This is again typical Japanese, not just consume knowledge in museums, but something in the truest sense of the word make comprehensible. Paper thus scooping, dyeing and weaving technology available to do it. I went faster again in the temple No. 6 than expected, taking my backpack again and receive and make a break in said pilgrims cabin before the parking lot. I run the other way on road No 12 along if I had to follow the pilgrim trail, now I run in the opposite direction, I would quickly run into problems. Here on the main road I find a variety of machines, one for pre-noodle soup ("Cup Noodle"), for sweets, Drinks and even one for ice cream. I authorize a strawberry ice cream, because unfortunately was my favorite variety "matcha" sold out. Macha or "Green Tea" is my favorite because of the bitter taste of green tea blends so beautifully with the sweetness of vanilla ice cream. I also had quite the meantime, a chocolate coated vanilla ice cream tasted as ice confection, but Grünteeeis with waffle or plain as a small ice cream scoops are unbeatable for me.

I pass Temple No. 2, which is located right here in the curve and end up back in Temple No 1, Ryōzenji. I had thought even at the height of the junction to the German House, if I Patrik another visit pay, it should because it is already 16.15 clock, however, and is the opening time to 16:00 clock, but then I decided to continue to hike. Now I'm back at the beginning, there where I'm started, full of tension, full of energy and full of uncertainty about what will take the next few weeks probably. I have to slip away a little tear when I recite my Heart Sutra, but I've really made it! From the beginning, especially sports has become a spiritual challenge. We've come full circle! I get another entry in my book Pilgrims (nokyochō) and buy some name cards (osamefuda), cotton cloth (Tenugui), incense and candles. Together with the other pilgrims utensils that I need not to visit the Koyasan, I send them to Germany. Shortly before the service end, I can still rush to the post office by Bando and miracle of miracles - there is no problem with the address! The "Tempelbus" I am going to clock 17.22 in the direction of Tokushima and I swear that this is not intended my last pilgrimage tour has been. From my seat I observe how the sun sets. I hope now that I again find this Business Sakura Hotel, where I was staying with Hajo on the way out. But everything runs like clockwork. I check in BR Sakura and realize surprising that in the guestbook mainly foreigners have mentioned. Typical foreigners descending, I think to myself when I read the crowd and especially the size of the shoes in the entrance notice. Japanese, they would all have been neatly lined up, but for foreigners, they fly through each other all. I buy something for dinner from the Lawson combining (24-h market) at the central station Tokushima and ask when the bus leaves tomorrow for Kansai airport. In my room I find on my return a banana and a piece of cake and tea. The rite place for me, because you can check-in ever put in a small Teepäuschen before then acts together again to have to run errands or taking a hot bath in Ofuro.

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Sunday, 26.4.2009, p. 106 Onsen Hotel

The 42nd Day in Japan
Today is Sunday, the breakfast here in the onsen (hot spring) hotel although there are only at 7.00 clock, but I'm already on, I have to pack my things yet. I had hung out to dry because I'm pretty yesterday but soggy. The weather is cloudy, but fortunately it does not rain. Today when I look in the mirror, I smile because my face is full of freckles. That was me until now not noticed. At the very beginning of my pilgrimage tour, I had real trouble with the strong sunlight. My hands had developed a sun allergy, and were, in addition to developing Freckles, to see with small bubbles. The tenosynovitis of the wrists has regressed without medical assistance. My feet are fine, if I disregard the views of some deaf and my toes shortened Achilles tendons. Nothing that would have been as bad as I had to pause or abort the pilgrimage might have. In a few days I will have reached my starting point again, with the exception of small wounds, I'm the butt of yesterday still hurt a bit, I'm not come through quite well.

For breakfast there's time not only the usual miso soup with garnish, but as a noodle soup pot on a warmer. After a hearty breakfast, I will check out. I can now think about where I am now, because around here there are not many accommodations. If I run here at the hotel down the street and hit by a river on the road No. 193, I know where I slept there overnight. Back to Temple No. 88 should it not be a problem. The weather is, as I said, overcast, but as soon as I stand at the door, a strong gust of wind sweeps me my pilgrim's hat from his head. I flee back behind the automatic door of the inn and rummage out my rain poncho. I tie up the pilgrim's backpack. Instead of my Seggenhuts I pull my cap over my ears, I've usually worn only at night in the pilgrim refuges. Along with the gloves they have always kept me warm. And I need that today because the wind is icy, no ray of sunshine has done it for quite some time, here to spread heat, though I had to temporarily all right sweat on my tour. But suddenly it is as if I were in another country where there is only cold and wind. It's almost the end of April and as high in the mountains is not this place.

sound card, it should be up to Ōkuboji about 14 km, of course I must visit the temple again, as I did yesterday could not confirm that all the rain to shoot a photo. On my way there is a large stone mill on the concrete wall are countless small stone lanterns erected. I can see a stone pillar with a lion, a statue of Hotei, the fat laughing monk and a group of three cats. It rains a few drops, the wind was blowing around the ears, but I finally reached the town in which I am bent to the dam yesterday. This has even opened a small shop and on Sunday morning! I buy a bag of muffins as food and filled rolls, which I immediately eat. Without bread or starch, I'm not in the morning kick! The way to No. 88 Temple seems to me then much longer, maybe because you know the track already. But overtaken just before the finish me like a Japanese fast runner. I had tried not to let him walk like this, it's always good to follow a pace-maker, but eventually I have to leave him but then pull.

Digression No. 88 Temple Ōkuboji (大洼 寺)
"The temple of the great cave" goes back to a cave that has existed here once. The temple was built 717 of Gyōgi (669-749) at the behest of the Empress Gensho; founded (44th emperor 680-748). In the 9th Century after he had returned from China, carved Kōbō Daishi Honzon the (main deity) Yakushi Nyorai and devoted to him and his walking stick with a rattling metal rings (shakujō) a hall. Between 1573 and 1592 all buildings burnt to a. Only the statue and the staff of the Daishi outlasted the time of the encroaching Chōsokabe troops. Between 1673 and 1704, the temple was under Masudaira Yorish, Lord of Takamatsu rebuilt. By 1900, the temple burned down again, but was restored after some time. The Daishidō (Daishi Hall) was built in 1984. Notice the crutches, the Pilgrims were here, after they were healed on the pilgrimage, the sacred birds and the Buppōsō Kechigan Omamori (talismans of completed Pilgrimage). In the past women were not allowed access, today is no longer the happy way. (Niōmon) On a stone pillar in front of the Wächtertor can read, change is coming to the pilgrimage. "Hachijuchaich Kechigan-sho," stands in Kanji (symbol sign), which roughly means "the sacred places of Shikoku pilgrimage meet, where the needs are." Here are the pilgrimage ends for many pilgrims sticks, which are held in the hall on the day of Hōjō day and night the same in the spring or during the Goma fire ritual, burned in August. But the pilgrims must now close the circle with the visit of the Temple 1 and the successful Completion of the pilgrimage to the headquarters of Shingon Buddhism, the same also holds the mausoleum of Daishis, the pilgrim point (nokyochō) can confirm.

I look around on the temple grounds, although the weather is gray and windy, but still it does not rain. Yesterday I had to retire due to continuous rain to take pictures, but today I'm only a few photos. As I've grown fond of my Kobo Daishi floor, I would not leave him here. Finally, I have to walk to Temple No. 1. Then, when suddenly the walking stick is missing, one has carried around for 40 days with him, that's a very strange feeling. It has at once a free hand and not know what you to do with it. But my short MUCH floor, I guess he has lost at least 10 cm, the home will join as a souvenir of my walking stick and another pilgrim from Fuji Photo from Kamakura (near Tokyo). On the site of Ōkuboji is something going right today, which is also due to the few shops and stores here are located directly in front of the temple grounds.

provides My plan for today, not after a brief photo session in Temple No. 88 directly embark on the way back to Temple No. 1, but choose to go through Temple 10, I skipped the beginning Bangai Temple No. 1 still would be in my book Pilgrims (nokyochō) perpetuate. The Bangai temple No 1 want to start right, breaks up quickly because the maps does not permit such cross-field immigration. But I am almost three weeks before I can actually plan how and what I do on whether I change or spend the remaining time in Japan, is now in the stars. So I have time and do not have to hurry, and so walk over the posted trail towards Temple No. 10 (Krihataji), which here is almost in a line with the other temple, (No. 9 to No. 1).

I'm doing now on her way home from the multilane highway upgraded I walk on Higaidani river. Just before a tunnel I discover an unlisted Übernachtunsmöglichkeit. It is probably as a rest area with toilets, which was built directly above the River. If it would blow over from the opposite cattle not so offensive, this would be a comfortable place. But as I watch, I mean break as short as possible to consider. A sign is noted on the website ( http://www.road.pref.tokushima.jp/h/i/index.html), there is information on all possible such as traffic, weather, earthquake, tsunami and water level information, but unfortunately all in Japanese only and without pictures. Here I eat my Osettai (pilgrim gift) from Bangai No. 20, the noodle crackers and some cookies.

The air is out somehow. The initial tension was gone hiking to. Do not worry how far you go, do not worry if you find an accommodation, but more attention on finding alternatives open to one and a flexibility. Not long angry about something, no - find other ways to get ahead or stop in any doubt before, when suddenly in the dark forest stand. Not a regular TV, no news, although the Japanese have been following reports on the swine flu from Mexico and have also tried to see the weather report on a regular basis. Things to get another tour of such value. You think about habits, ask yourself whether this really is necessary, recognizing that "less is more" is. This is now again as a Buddhist phrase, but it's really true. On my tour I realized what I really need, of course, based on the tour, you have to wonder what little things to get through the rounds and, of course, weighed him the truest sense of the word from each piece, what you carry around . Should we not also in daily life like this, because otherwise our everyday life, a pilgrimage that we can enjoy more the less we focus on side issues that rob us the time for things that really matter. I hope I can this aspect in my German Everyday carry over. But enough of philosophizing

- I am still not back in Germany. Currently, I walk through the woods here in the mountains, looming before me like a green wall. In between times a bridge that, in contrast to many roads, each with its own name. On a small bamboo grove I look like a Japanese dig bamboo shoots. Later I learn from the Internet (Wikipedia is you!) That bamboo can grow up to 1 m per day and the fastest growing plants at all counts! Bamboo forest can grow to 38 m high and is named after the "grasses". A blade of grass height of 38 m - Japan likes to wait on with superlatives!

I pass such a blue "Ensemble" from vending machines, benches and flower stands. As someone has made an effort but especially to make it here to make yourself comfortable. You have to remember always, that here in Japan is not at all common to sit in the sun. Although almost every floor apartment has a balcony that is not used for relaxing, but serves as a junk room and laundry room. Here, the laundry hanging out to dry, the futon beds for ventilation suspended and everything stored, which can accommodate no more in the small living spaces. Speaking of small spaces, because it occurs to me that I am not a Night had to sleep in a rice mill, though are the ideal accommodation. Even a night in a capsule hotel has remained saved me, although the possibility would have existed in Kōchi. The latter I know from hearsay from Tokyo, where, if one has missed the last train that can stay the night sleeping in such a small container (capsule) in a room. place behind a curtain, a small TV, radio and lamp-equipped bed. Recently, an increasing number of Internet cafes to be used as sleeping, usually because they are cheap as a hotel. It must be mentioned, however, that in Japan, this type of cafes from separate and lockable cabins there, so no large room is like ours, where the computers are crowded close together. Showers and ceiling are in the cafes most with Service - although it was thought differently, but you must be a bit inventive.

For today is my goal but not a rice mill, or an Internet cafe, although I may stay free Internet in my planned use. As in the morning I'll Hotel Awa Access eiem business hotel stay. It is behind the Hōrinji (Temple No. 9) is slightly away from the pilgrimage route. I had mentioned it to me in the card, because the possibility of accommodation are still sown quite thin. As I walk through Awa City, always on road No 12 along comes me the distance but then before long. As I pass a bus stops, which is provided with a solid wooden houses and a "vending machine park borders, I consider briefly here to stay. I could save at least 5500 yen, but I'm looking forward to the "Western breakfast" with eggs and coffee filled. I also want to use the Internet to get me to information on transfer opportunities, transportation to the Koya-san and other travel tips in Japan. Yes, I will slow farewell to the pilgrims tour, nature and the island on which I had so much fun. Tomorrow the last section to the Temple No. 1 and moved a flying visit to Koyasan and what may come after, not looking up now times Kobo Daishi.

When I tonight at the computer in the Access Awa check my e-mails, I expect a surprise. Both the Berlin girls' and Hajo I have to send a warning that the vielbesagten snakes are on the road. Hajo explicitly warned me against the Trail at Bangai temple to use No. 20 as he is marked first, second, there will be bad and many snakes on the mountain. A miss is over, I think to myself, in the cold on the mountain, I had the best "snake in ice" or "snake quite stiff encounter "can. So had the cold weather yet so its good: Although I have quite frozen, but I did not have a snake contact. In nearby sunkus combining (24-hour shop) I'll get me for dinner at the hotel, only breakfast available, a Japanese pizza (okonomiaki) and a grape soda (Fanta Budo "), as well as for tomorrow pastries with Schokostreußeln and parts as the "Berlin" taste.

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Saturday, 25/04/2009, Sanuki City, Takeyakiki Ryokan

The 41st Day in Japan
If I had known today in the morning, what happened to me until the evening, it was overridden by me, probably with "Bad luck and mishaps" been. But it all started yesterday with the communication problems. Today when I wake up in my little room, I had the Soji (sliding doors), which serve as a replacement curtains left open, it's dark and raining. Ironically, today, when I walk quite a long way must still do so by the end! At 6.00 I clock on calculations. The lady at the reception with which I had yesterday the misunderstanding about the accommodation prices check out me and pushes me a 1,000-yen note into his hand. She tells me it was for "Pan" (bread), because I do not want to offend again, they had understood my fear and anger quite well, thank me and make my No way to temple 88th

Actually I wanted to stay in the ryokan for two days and leave my heavy luggage here. But now I'm forced me and my entire possessions to Ōkuboji (No. 88) to drag. Maybe I can then leave the bag in the pilgrim's office and make its way to No. 20 Bangai temple still pack light. The path to the temple Ōkuboji I had imagined but then shorter and lighter. Also my pleasure to visit at length the last temple of the main chain is tarnished and not just because of the rain. It's been bloody cold, the rain flows into streams. Fortunately, I carry on my double jacket with a rain poncho that envelops me along with my backpack. He might have to be a little longer, because I get very wet feet quickly, but actually the best part for such a rainy island such as Shikoku. I need to just under 2.5 km to the temple for half an hour and am of course far too early in the pilgrim's office.

Fortunately, one can imagine that among the temple office. There are even benches for resting. I peel myself from my "onion" look and decide to ask the first monk, who opens the pilgrimage office, if I can leave my backpack here. But I have bad luck, for the old codger insists that I take the backpack as the Bangai (low mark) simply too far gone. It shortens the distance but not when I run with full pack, I think to myself. I'm annoyed, but understand his request. Because what happens, I should not appear before the opening time back in the pilgrim's office? Should he then put my backpack in front of the door, he is possibly stolen. However, I'm back to the opening time to the temple, I find no one who I can give out my "good play" again. Dejected I trot from there. In the rain I can not take a photo of the temple, but before I take at the next opportunity in doing so. I will try to reach today the Bangai temple. Depending on how fast or slow I am, I'm going way back to Temple No. 1 to make Temple No. 88th Perhaps there are shorter routes, but since my maps limited, I prefer to choose the designated pilgrim routes, as to hit me across country.

rain, rain and again rain, today of all days where I can not use it. I walk back the way to Takeyakiki Ryokan, from here I have to go back to the Japanese map, for the route to the temple called Bangai Approximately 20 km. In an intersection I'm short break. Why does it well here is an underpass, a simple intersection would have been a problem here but no go, so few cars like this? While on the map a longer trip is recorded, the first-round lead at the Otaki mountain highway and mainly includes, I choose to, in my eyes, shorter path. It begins in a kind of dam with toilet and then runs as drifts Rail, the hairpin turns of the highway for short, right up the hill. But as mentioned, the day is with "Bad luck and mishaps" overwritten, and so I have the bad luck that I do not find the entrance to the trail. Instead, give me a sign here on the street information as to the highways is 16 km long. This range is still acceptable for me, even though the Trail would have shortened to 6 km. But I have time now, since I official pilgrimage tour was almost completed, I will not let me through so annoyed some adversity.

I trudge up the highway so that is no longer complete, but is listed in my credit card. While I still wonder where I am to actually be on the card, the minutes to hours. I walk in the rain, the mist covered the mountain peaks. Only from time to time I think I'm this or that group of houses or look seen on any plantation before. Since I am here on the mountain but steady upward move and each turn of the road must pass through, I have every time a different angle. Two large tour buses go past me. How I would with their parade, but for now I'll be raining pretty wet, although the rain has gone. Since then at least I'm on the right track, I think to myself, as a short to me sounds a Mauz. It is a pitiful Mauz, an even more pathetic acting cat. It is a very bright Tiger, but so thin that you can see, despite long-haired coat the bones. Well, kittens, I think to myself, because you've run up here as I got lost. And again hear her feeble meow. Unfortunately I have nothing left except my pilgrimage cookies and I doubt that you eat that. If such a domestic cat goes here in the wilderness and the way home, not again place, it must either starve or reflect on their own instincts and hunting. But this poor cat is probably as a runaway couch potato who has never chased a live mouse or bird. I would love to help her, while I can not help it by myself, yes. If she is smart, she tries to feed the meat from the crabs that are here every few yards from cars were down flat. But since I myself do not know how far is it to the temple, I have to leave with a heavy heart sitting on the roadside.

I walk on, always the misty peaks in the eye, somewhere up there is the Ōtakiji temple. The idea motivates me, what have I done today, all from the Valley I have come down to that level. But a car that slowed down just in front of me, pulls me out of thought. A Japanese couple waving to me energetically, while I have two pilgrim buses and three other cars could pull their ways, I think I've proved today for my good will. And I would not end like the kitten in the rain, I take these "pilgrims relief," with thanks. Beginning now but here again a roller coaster ride through the curves, but faster than expected, this ride is over. It was to remain in the terminology, only a stone's throw to the temple.

digression Bangai temple No. 20 Ōtakiji (大 滝 寺)
"The temple of the great waterfall was created by Gogi (668-749) and is said to have carved statues of Amida Nyorai equal to 3 as Honzon. Kobo Daishi also visited the mountain to its summit on the Morning Star Meditation (Gomonjihō) perform. The temple is famous for his "Yakunagashi", which means so much to "wash away the evil" such as, but what is behind it, is beyond my knowledge. But who is now back Saisho Daigongen, which is here given as Honzon (chief deity)? Nishiteru Daigongen or Amano Oshihi are name for the same deity. Probably a Shinto deity (kami), because they have the title "Daigongen" with. Supposedly this temple on the highest-Shikoku be the entire trip, even higher than the headquarters of the Shingon Buddhism on Koyasan.

As I enter the temple with my Japanese couple, there is already a group of pilgrims recite the sutras. When I leave the temple office to make a pilgrimage entry, I told the woman. It is to me by my great hiking colleagues, who four days ago (also on 21.04.) Visited this temple to order, greetings. One thing that strikes me to wonder if she thinks Hajo Berlin or the two women who I met at Temple No.46. But I have heard correctly that it was Hajo, probably with the excellent English-speaking Japanese woman has led a Pläuschchen here. Now, my Japanese car driving me here discovered the pilgrims switch and ask me if they want to take me back down. I deny the grounds that I have a "Arukihenro", a walking pilgrimage am. Furthermore, the way back, now only runs downhill not be so difficult. In the latter, I was mistaken it is a very nice and sort by bankruptcies, for my descent to be my biggest failure in the whole pilgrimage tour.

But back to my motorized benefactors to me as Osettai (pilgrims present) a bottle of tea and fried noodles, they taste so similar as to come unsalted pretzel sticks, leave. I thank you and we say goodbye. Since the whole mountain is in the fog, it's pretty difficult to find the trail. But when I saw the street at the temple run in the opposite direction to which I have come, I see a sign. Here the trail is marked with neon-colored ribbons, which are in the fog can still see relatively well. I follow the tapes, but quickly realize that the trail is not quite "no" is. Leaves accumulated on the road and through the rain, it is quite slippery, especially as it goes steeply up and down. Inwardly, I cursed my decision to return to run again, but actually the routing of the trail should not give me too many problems. According to the map I have always, with some curves, straight move down the mountain until I meet on the road that I am come up and if I last piece to the dam then walk to the trail or the road, "makes the carbon even more bold. But how can

close the heading "Bad luck and margins" is running smoothly now nothing, so I can not remember the actual trail with the fire-break. On firebreaks, which are of course marked by bands, each year the trees and shrubs are cut back so that the fire does not Find food in order to proceed further on the mountain. Well yes, and by labeling with the bands I've probably confused the trail and firebreak. Since I was of the opinion that the temple was already at the highest point, I had to walk accordingly only downhill, I'm scrambling instead of the mountain still remains high on the descending firebreak landed. This meant the "in decline" to be for me, because the path had to overcome a lot steeper and more difficult. Especially since I think the most 14 kg, backpack on his back, which can drag down a powerful the slope. With a quick prayer to have Kobo Daishi and the promise it finally understood what to I slid down on the pants, the fire-break. When I get out now at a steep concrete slope, I get real problem, how should I come down? I may come out even in such constructions, but these had always been vulnerable, given the trail led past them. When I meet now on a river, I would have again been lucky that on its banks, you can walk along and I could have returned a landmark, could be estimated from the I, where am I landed. After having such a small brook that murmurs from the mountain got over here, I come out in a place with construction equipment. Of course, no one in the proximity, you could have asked, because today is Saturday, because only very few work. The main thing I am again landed in the valley, then I just follow the road up to the next village, but the town a ways off. So I walk all the way, I had tormented me up again a few hours ago or came to me why some curves so familiar? I now walk in the direction of dam or back towards the temple, because there is not even street signs here that can give me information as to which road I run anyway? "Namu Daishi Henjo Congo," I think to myself, just do not swear or lose the peace.

I torture myself back up the road, but finally I see a house. But Unfortunately, all are gone. When I knock, nothing stirred inside. I continued to walk, but I realize that hiking without knowing the target or not knowing that you are on the right track, is quite exhausting. If I have motivated me earlier so that I can do what I now work out on the mountain to enjoy the descent altitude, I now do not even know if I walk in the right direction. The fact that the mountain miles away from the nearest town, is built on not just me. Now I feel like the cat wet from before. Wet, hungry and alone.

suddenly overtaken me a car, but I was so absorbed in thought, that I do not equal to respond. The next car you stop, I think to myself, and if the Monster Mountain sits behind the wheel. That you'll make before the sun no longer up to you broken. And wonder of wonders, my request is heard, even though my mountain monster then a gray-haired Japanese out, understands not a word in English and the Japanese also is beyond me and the car is too small in fact, than that I could have squeezed. But where there's a will, there's a way! And when the old gentleman, I had reported him to have got lost on the way back to the temple, take me to my destination, then shoot me but the tears in his eyes. Instead of me in the next Kick out hamlet, it has been quite moved back to Temple No. 20!

But let's face it - in all corners, I'm not even sure that we are driven to the right side of the mountain. But I thank you dearly and am back like the proverbial drowned rat - sorry - kitten before pilgrims switch. I ring and will be opened to me, I tell the lovely wife of the head temple of my odyssey and ask after my story, whether in the temple is a place to stay. Unfortunately not, because currently everything is renovated. If it is thick, then extreme! Fully resolved enough to me a cup of "milk tea" and The temple head pulls a hair dryer so I can dry my shoes. The woman is married to the temple priests. Priests, it is in Japan to get married that is allowed, if they have not even sworn to celibacy. So a priest is a training job like any other, after several years of training will be the one that comes through to the end, even an official license, which certifies that he may lead a temple with all the familiar rituals.

In any case, I said this woman, I guess is around 50 (although in Japanese is always quite difficult) that they had lost in their youth, too. She is also on the pilgrimage of 88 temples been, as she before Temple No. 13, I remember a mountain temple with steep stairs, got lost for hours in the woods. She is then taken to nice people who helped her and now she wants to inflict upon me this. She asks me if I wanted to visit with her and her son a Onsen (spa). A hot bath can not hurt, I think to myself, and where a bathroom is, it must also be a village but where to find the greatest happiness is also a hotel. But first things first. We drive by car to her son Onsen. My goodness, he swept around the corners, said it's like roller coaster ride. But the way he drives back from feeling the way I'm with the other Pilgrims had gone through by car, runs here totally engulfed.

The woman told me when we arrive at the Onsen that I have to refer to a room, then we will have dinner together and then give us the hot water of hot spring. I currently do not care, even when she tells me that this is a pilgrim's gift to me, I can not long resist and thank you very much. At dinner I chat with her and her son, he is to take the second oldest and is the Temple times, the Shikoku pilgrimage, that her eldest son works in the U.S. as a molecular biologist and I now hang together with Hajo. After dinner, I still want a towel and fresh Laundry from my room to get. The young man gives me the phone number of a "cult-san", which should speak many languages including German and Koya-san on the living. Since I know that Japanese baths are each separated by sex, I say goodbye to the young men, him will I see today is not anymore. But with the mother, I would now like to take a bath together. Incredulous, she explains to me that down there will be loud naked Japanese women who are truly "stark naked". It is clear to me, I tell her, because that is not my first time in a Japanese bath. After I had the words "Ofuro (Japanese bath) and" Sentaku " (Japanese clothes such as washing machines) was confusing, her eyes still sufficiently get a questioning look. Speaking of questions - I would like to know is where I am because this is actually. But when I told her delaying the Japanese card, it does not find it. Well, if need be I can ask at the reception tomorrow. On the hot Ofuro, I've earned today! Unfortunately, I wear no glasses in the bathroom, so I follow you to the swimming programs made the wrong woman in the locker room. I'm ready when my wife finally nice priest enters the locker room and only then did I realize my mistake. I again thank her warmly for it, though I have been a revenge in mind, a "Care Package" aus Deutschland zur Weihnachtszeit. Ich verabschiede mich und gehe wieder auf mein Zimmer. In dieser Nacht kann ich wie ein Murmeltier schlafen, da ich mich heute mental wie physisch total verausgabt habe.

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Beaches in Barcelona

Barcelona is an exciting city that offers something for everyone. To the come to pass that we have in Barcelona very often beautiful and hot weather. What is there here can be better than the beach with friends and go to tan to look cool and a lot of fun. But only you can not swim at Barcelona's beaches, windsurfing, kitesurfing and bodyboarding is becoming increasingly popular.

The most famous beach in Barcelona Barceloneta , which is located in the same Metro station. Striking here is the art tower, which looks as if another 4 large cubes somehow were set. If you want to avoid is the crowd here is wrong, because here you will meet many tourists and locals.

Will not you go too far, however, encounter fewer tourists to offer the beaches near Vila Olimpica. Links from the Port Olimpic are the beaches N ova Icaria, Mar Bella and Bogatell . Who likes to surf, learn here can get the right equipment and even surf. The beach Mar Bella is the unofficial nudist beach , but there are also many people who are clothed. These beaches are much quieter and far from all the tourists swarming. Either we rise to the metro station Ciutadella Vila Olimpica, or at Poblenou.

Barcelona Outside there are beautiful beaches, whether south or north. The best known is probably the beach at Sitges . Sitges is also renowned for its colorful carnaval parade and his gay life. Sitges is a beautiful city with a charming downtown and narrow streets, boutiques and other stores.

north of Barcelona is the beach Ocata . runs from the station Catalunya is about 25 minutes until you arrive at the beach. There are more and more waves than in Barcelona.

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Sant Joan in Barcelona - Nit de Sant Joan

Each year Sant Joa n celebrated in Spain, also in Barcelona. This festival is celebrated with fire, fireworks, concerts and dances and is certainly one of the largest festivals in Catalonia. This festival should you missed.

Every year on 24 June Sant Joan instead. The festival is held each year in the night of 23 to 24 June, the night of the summer solstice instead. The so-called Nit de Sant Joan , the shortest time of year, then the beginning of summer is celebrated. From midnight on old furniture is collected on the beach in order to Ignite the great fire. This is symbolic of the burning of the winter. A tradition for example, is the fact that you write their wishes on a piece of paper and then in this Flame-throwing. Then you have to jump three times in the air.

Coca de Sant Juan is a typical dish which is eaten on this day along with Cava and is available in most bakeries. Coca is a simple sugar cake, which can be with butter cream, with pine nuts, fruit, chocolate, or just filled with sugar.

However, one should miss this show under any circumstances. No matter where you are located in Barcelona is widely celebrated. Particularly many parties on the beach instead

So get going! Those who stay at home is your fault! :)

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3 Restaurant Reviews in Barcelona - Catalan cuisine

Spaniards in general are known to you rather eat later. Mittagesssen there is often 2:00 p.m. to 16:00 clock and dinner is not eaten often before 21:00 clock. If you are in Barcelona you have to expect that the kitchen open roughly from 21:00 to 24:00 clock.

have, however, be adapted to the restaurants in the area of Las Ramblas and Barri G otic to the many tourists and now open earlier.

If you eat lunch exist in many areas are often very cheap menus with up to three courses , which includes even a drink. In the evening you have to expect slightly higher prices. Thursday is paella day and this you should not miss.

Here are some Restaurant Reviews of Catalan cuisine in the various districts of Barcelona:

The Agut is in Barri Gotic offers traditional Catalan kitchen and a tempting interpretation of seasonal dishes. Enjoy the typical atmosphere. Address: C / Gignàs, 16 ; Station: Jaume I Barceloneta

you are in the Eixample to the Chicoa . Try The atmosphere is perhaps not very exciting, but you will feel very comfortable in this cozy restaurant. Address: Aribau, 73, station: Universitat

yes I even like the El Borne district very good. The restaurant Quo Vadis located near the famous Liceu Theatre. This is classic restaurant has been around since 1956 and offers excellent Franco-Catalan cuisine. Address: C / Carme, 7 ; Station: Liceu, Catalunya