Today I had my first proper Japanese breakfast and it slightly exceeded my expectations. Miso, seaweed, rice, egg, ham, pickles and green tea. I wonder what a Japanese person makes of the full English breakfast or even the French baguette with butter and apricot jam.
Today was the first big mountain climbing day where we can experience the best Shikoku scenery. The climb included two big descents into river valleys before resuming to Temple 12 on the summit at 800m. I ordered a bento box picnic lunch which would have satisfied a sumo wrestler.
At the last minute I decided to send my backpack ahead on a baggage transfer service and then I set off with Sandrine, one of the two French ladies I met on Day 1. The trail took us straight into the woods and uphill. We soon rose above the mosquito zone and into fresh cool air. It was a lovely walk on a clearly defined trail with lots of signs and little shrines to reassure you.
A Chinese girl passed us with lots of girly things flowing from her staff and backpack.
After doing our duties at the temple we continued on our way through fruit orchards until we reached our various accommodations.
I’ve struck lucky with tonight’s guest house. I have an 8 tatami room, twice the normal size and the best meal so far. So many delicious things or perhaps I’m just getting used to it?