What better time to explore than my first weekend in Japan. Eugene had a work ski trip in central Honshu the next week so we caught the Shinkansen to Nagano, home of the 1998 Winter Olympics. I have seen comparatively little snow in my life and was apparently a little too enamoured with the countryside which was covered in (clean!) snow.
On the bus to Zenko-ji, a non-denominational Buddhist temple, the elderly lady behind us struck up a conversation. After telling us how to pay for the bus (our original attempt where we put money in the slot when boarding the bus had resulted in us having much more change but no less money), she mentioned that she worked with a free volunteer tour guide group at the temple and that she would take us to them (while acting as a tour guide along the way). We opted to walk through the pitch black tunnel in order to touch a metal key which is the key to enlightenment, because, well, why not?
The Great Wave off Kanagawa |
Our room |
The monkeys hang out in their own onsen, mostly oblivious of the tourists