So after dinner, our faces smug with full bellies, we venture into the darkness of Okunoin, which is an enormous buddhist graveyard right by our temple. We found ourselves gripping eachothers hand tightly as we walked along the lamp-lit path deeper into the forest of enormous cedar trees, statues with eyes that followed us and crumbling gravstones hundreds of years old. We kept jumping nervously (those pesky foxes) each time this particular type of bird released ...
John and Caitie's Travels
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We arrived atop Mt. Koya (Koyasan) after many hours of travelling on bumpy, stomach shaking trains through small towns of rice paddies, fluruo green gields and thatched roofs. The cable car was ridiculously steep, so slanted you practically had to whip out some rock climbing gear to get out. When we hesitantly pattered into the deserted wooden halls of Shojoshinin, the temple where we were staying, the silence was deafening, taking up all the space so that I felt...