In the first built up areas that we came to, they were holding an annual Hina Matsuri, a tradition festival for girls in which dolls or little figurines representing the traditional royal family dressed in their finest, retainers, and various household goods are set up on shelves in the home. In this town the festival involved the public display of the figures. Every little shop, most homes, and many companies had the figures on display. The picture shows two company cars out side the factory with the figures arranged inside.
On the approach from the main road to the mountain path to the temple an embankment had fallen and was being repaired. Auto traffic was being rerouted by we were allowed through because we were on foot.
The temple is actually just visible on the skyline at the left, just to the right of the highest point. I was not looking forward to another climb up a steep mountain side, but I put on my best Buddhist face and started taking one step at a time, with frequent rests to catch my breath. You can just see where the road starts to get really steep after it goes around the bend.
Top center there is a farm hanging on the mountainside and below and to the left is a grave yard. The trees are not yet in bloom but the buds have given the picture a purple cast.
Tired of looking at the road going up and up in front of my, I turned around and took this picture of the last town that we had passed through. We had climbed about a hundred meters at this point.
In the first built up areas that we came to, they were holding an annual Hina Matsuri, a tradition festival for girls in which dolls or little figurines representing the traditional royal family dressed in their finest, retainers, and various household goods are set up on shelves in the home. In this town the festival involved the public display of the figures. Every little shop, most homes, and many companies had the figures on display. The picture shows two company cars out side the factory with the figures arranged inside.
On the approach from the main road to the mountain path to the temple an embankment had fallen and was being repaired. Auto traffic was being rerouted by we were allowed through because we were on foot.
The temple is actually just visible on the skyline at the left, just to the right of the highest point. I was not looking forward to another climb up a steep mountain side, but I put on my best Buddhist face and started taking one step at a time, with frequent rests to catch my breath. You can just see where the road starts to get really steep after it goes around the bend.
Top center there is a farm hanging on the mountainside and below and to the left is a grave yard. The trees are not yet in bloom but the buds have given the picture a purple cast.
Tired of looking at the road going up and up in front of my, I turned around and took this picture of the last town that we had passed through. We had climbed about a hundred meters at this point.
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