The 32nd Day in Japan clock is called for departure at 6.00 for breakfast, there is the rest of chocolate biscuits, Dora Keki and water. Last night I went to the toilet and the toilet slippers attracted, it hit me like a blow: What softness on my foot, what a pleasure the aching feet finally warmed up beds at times that fit. Since the ladies of the house all evening no longer has to be proud and she was nowhere to be found in the morning, I had "geklauft" the sandals of hand. I packed it and clamped the ladies a 1000-yen bill into the glass at the reception. Because I know that such cost-flops at best 700 yen, plus used, it should be sufficient. One must still wonder how such a move during the pilgrimage tour preferences yet: Heaven on earth in Klopantoffeln worn out! But had the muscles of my legs thus reduced, although I have done every morning stretching, that I am after getting only O-legged and carefully can walk barefoot on such raw eggs.
I leave the temple, but not to shoot without a few photos. But the temple and also the view from up here, are worth to be climbed the long stairway. After the temple I make the cabin, the toilet house, and the vending machines in the eye. In a pinch I would have to sleep there. I now just need to tap all the way to the temple No. 65 running along the highway. But first I must make a detour into the city, because my food is depleted and you never knows what to expect in the future. But this is easier said than expected, because the trail is signposted in the city of confusing and bad. I mistake a new, two-lane roads where barely a car drives so early. I speak to a moped and keep desperately looking for white-clad pilgrims comrades. Finally, I follow school children, to inquire at their school, to which it is, because there are at least three different schools. I landed at the Nakasone Elementary School (primary school). A mother who plays student pilot, gives me joy for information. From this point of reference I find that quite quickly the Circul-K combining (24-hour store), where I first time is breakfast really. There Okonomiaki (Japanese pizza) and strawberry milk, and also my food to increase I can here. But the pilgrims' leader is not very accurate, since according to the map, the trail passes in front of the shop was, the red mark pilgrim guide me, but behind the business over. But now I must return to the Expressway (highway), the Togawa Park in the mountains to Sankakuji temple. It goes back uphill, initially very steep, moderately and finally I'm faster than expected at the temple No. 65
Digression No. 65 Temple Sankakuji (三角 寺)
"The Temple of triangles" got its name from the triangular built altar that Kobo Daishi for a 21-day ritual of Goma, has a sinister spirit here to banish the ghost mountain (san Yurei). Although the temple was originally founded by Gogi (669-749) after the model of Mirokus (Buddha of the Future) "Tusita Heaven," a kind of paradise, but 815 of Kobo Daishi, who was in his dangerous 42 years for which banning use of his misfortune. Kobo Daishi has (Gohonzon), the main statue of the deity, carved the elfgesichtige Kannon (Kannon Juuichinen). Under Emperor Saga (786-842, 52nd emperor), the temple was provided with land and grows to 12 Subtempeln until he 16th Century, burned down but was rebuilt. The "inner sanctum" (Buddhist Ceremony) is dedicated to Kobo Daishi, who has held the Goma ritual. In the memory it is also a triangular pond was created with Jizo statue. The temple, which lies at an altitude of 450 m, is the light given birth. Here the potential mothers must, however, act as if they would break into the temple to be a ladle, which is then kept under the bed home. After birth, the mothers bring the scoops then back to the temple, where they can be "stolen" again.
Surprisingly, I meet here, "Mr. Siam "again, this time without pilgrims partner, he tells me how fast I still am. I'm fast, but by the visit of the side temple (Bangai fudasho), I lose a lot of time. Nevertheless, I meet again my only Japanese-speaking, but a bit English understanding, pilgrims colleagues. I tell him that I would still visit the Bangai temple No. 13. "Mr. Siam", however, can make the same direct way to No. 66 Temple (Unpenji). As but are waiting for Bangai temple No. 13 also Bangai temple No. 14 and No. 15 on me, for each claim a full day tour, this will probably be here all our last meeting. In Sankakuji temple is spring cleaning announced, because people everywhere are working or currently are loading a tea break. It will be wiped, cleaned and raked the beds. I must now return to the Japanese pilgrim book, change the the Bangai Fudasho (additional cancellation) are not listed in the English maps. I have a choice of three routes, but I see the first look at the map only the direct route over the mountain. I ask in the temple, if I deposit my backpack you here, to visit the Bangai temple No. 13. I stow my good piece under a bench in the pilgrim's office. Now I follow the pilgrim characters in the forest, but the trail is probably not as intense use, as it is full of leaves and fallen trees. It is such a right "Cross country tour" and I wonder how to create the only way back. I meet a couple in-the-art hiking gear. The guarantees do not come from the Bangai temple, who see with their equipment not look like pilgrims! Here on the trail so small sickles hang on long stalks. If need be, the pilgrim's path here, cut away by hand. Finally I get from the forest to a slightly brighter area. Before me stands a small building, perhaps a shrine. The stone lanterns and statues that line the road have neither the one nor the other Conclusion. As I go further, I startled find that the trail here directly from a poorly secured Rock out. With a large backpack as luggage and additional rain, I would have not walked over the cliff. But I Hangle me carefully on a tightrope over the rocks. No, no way I will hike back the tour, that I will find another solution! Behind this barrier is no more difficult path, stone steps to ensure the safe passage and stone statues line the path. But in the temple, I am greeted by a deafening deciduous brush.
digression Bangai temple No. 13 Senryūji (仙 龙 寺)
"The Temple of the hermit dragon" is founded by Kobo Daishi 794 have been. Sometimes he is referred to as the "inner sanctum" (Buddhist Ceremony) of Temple No. 65 or as "Koya-san for women, since women were allowed access has always been, which was not common in all temples at that time. That goes back to a legend, after Kobo Daishi has here a female Hindu (Indian religion) made recluse, as the owner of the mountain, has given him all their belongings. Another source says that no Kobo Daishi, but Hodo Sennin, an Indian ascetic who came to Japan via China and Korea, who founded the temple. However, women seem not to be an ascetic, and the same person, although is brought into the temple leaders the impression. Kobo Daishi is held here the Goma fire ritual and "Bija Mandala (Mandala seed syllables, probably womb mandala) have carved into the wall of the temple cave. The temple is located in a canyon, so it is quite dark even during the day. Interesting is the cave is revered in the Kobo Daishi. He is worshiped here as "Mushiyoke Daishi," weeds out the insects and worms.
The Bangai Temple No. 13 consists only of a single large building, which also includes the pilgrim's office is located. At the entrance you have to take off their shoes and then goes through various transitions to the stamp office. I am looking first at the deserted temple on the place where I can recite sutras my country, but for now involuntarily in the "open-air washing facilities and toilets. As a pilgrim, I would like to be here but not accommodated, then that would be me too spartan, but the lobby beckons with a soda machine. After having my Nokyochō (pilgrim book) I can fill in if I'm only at the Hondo (main hall) or Daishidō (Daishi Hall) recited my Sutra I do not know, I sat down in the yard. With a Coke and cookies I am enjoying the few pilgrims sun rays that arrive here in the gorge. A taxi pulls up and three monks get out. This is now your change, I think to myself, to get back to the Temple No. 65. So I ask the taxi driver what he does for the tour. For 2000 yen, he will bring me back to my backpack and before I know it, I even sit in the back seat of the taxi. The road to Temple No. 65 is like a roller coaster ride, as the highway winds around the mountain. As we drive through a long tunnel, I see a pilgrimage towards Temple No. 65 run and think even if we had better not to take. Arriving at the temple I pay for the taxi, but when I want to climb the stairs to the temple to cramp everything in me and me to tears. That is as beautiful as I sat in the sun and let me have my pilgrimage biscuits taste, I had on my arrival of the circumstances, put my hiking stick with my hat in the stocks stand at the entrance. Great - as they now stand still!
I must now start first, I sit in a corner and cry "snot and water". I finally concluded that I Kobo Daishi (my floor) and my sun protection (hat), who accompanied me faithfully for so many kilometers do not leave do that. One wonders again and again as their pilgrims walking sticks can just as forgotten in the temple and then it's on a self!
I study the map. I go over the mountain by no means, through the tunnel, which is too far. But in the map I find a discreet, small path that should lead also to Bangai. Maybe the Bangai temple has Shokubō, Temple Accommodation, and I could spend the night there, even though it worked as stated but rather spartan to me. But where there's a will, there's a way. But if something goes wrong, it may soon be a flood. So I come to this day still for Bangai No. 13 and can take my precious piece of me, but unfortunately there is no accommodation and is also near a hut in the database. It is 13 but my lucky number, because I at one 13. I was born. It does everything and anything so I just walk all the way through the tunnel that I know of the taxi already back. A flashlight with crank drive I have here, so I can run in the dark. Then I just have to see me, how far I get. We must always think of several plans and still have a Plan B of Plan B have at hand. not only frustrates the head in the sand - it must go on! Especially since the card is registered in a small hut in the village behind the tunnel. "Handa Rest Hut" is mentioned in this locality the map, but whether this cottage still exists and how large it is before all things, I learn on site.
course, I make the path to the hut, even though the tunnel is still very long and sticky. At dusk, I spin, at a cottage. I even have enough time to get me for dinner drinks from a vending machine at the entrance.
résumé of that day - what Buddha preached to his followers again and again? The middle way is the right one, not the longest nor the steepest, no - the middle way between the extremes! Carelessness is the scourge of mankind - much of the accidents happened, so live deliberately, concentrate on what you do and become one with your activity. Namu Daishi Henjo Kongo!
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