Our “activity” today involves riding a shuttle bus for three minutes part way up the mountain.
From the station we will board a “ropeway” to the top which is essentially a gondola.

At the top of the second ropeway was an observatory from which we could see around the island.

Owen wasn’t interested in hiking much more today but I wanted to explore the Buddhist temple mostly to find the “eternal flame”.
I ventured on despite the heat.
Just before the summit lays the temple.

There was a tour group within the shrine of the Eternal Flame but I pressed my way in. A tour guide was serving tea out of the pot that stood on the pyre. It was hot a smokey but smelled great because the wood was incense cedar. I joined the group for tea. The guide seemed pleased to have me there.

Behind the pyre was an idol with another flame. I assumed the flames were akin to each other.

This flame is said to have been kept burning for 1200 years! A Buddhist monk named Kobo Daishi is said to have brought the flame up the mountain on a pilgrimage. It is the same flame that they transported to Hiroshima to light the fire at the Peace Memorial Park.
It is also said that this is considered “The Lover’s Sanctuary” because “this miraculous fire is something akin to the eternal fire of love.”
I lit a candle for Michele and me.


After visiting this shrine, I thought that I must return for Owen. That is until I saw this little guy at the head of a pathway.

I couldn’t resist following such a path so I texted Owen and he told me he didn’t have any problem waiting for me.
Secret Path
The path ducked back into the forest and follow around and up the back side of the summit.

Most every other tourist took the main path to the top. I definitely chose the path less traveled. I came across several little shrines and monuments on my way up.


Eventually, the path wound around and up to the summit of Mt. Mizen.

I texted Owen and he could see me on the summit from the observatory station.
Exposed to the sun at the top of the mountain, I began sweating more than I have ever sweat in my life.
I headed back down the mountain.
On the decent, I started hearing drumming. At first I thought that another drummer had joined the band because I was listening to a Grateful Dead live recording.
When I paused the music, the drumming continued. I followed the sound to a Buddhist “mass”. I took off my shoes and joined those gathered.
I didn’t want to interrupt by taking a picture but I did make a recording.
By the time I made it back to Owen, I was sopping wet with sweat. I was exhausted but I was so happy to have had such a powerful and fun experience.
we made our way back down the ropeway and headed to a restaurant we knew was good. I was famished and Owen had to pre-load before dinner.
We knew we wanted to try Hiroshima style Okonokyaki with beef. It was delicious


We had a delightful dinner together even Owen didn’t care much for the food. It is almost entirely fish based.

This place is gorgeous.

Owen has even agreed to join me in the bath this evening.

Master of the “clam shell” obi knot


I think that saw a tanuki tonight. It was a small and scurried off before I could get a picture of it.































































































































