{"id":129,"date":"2007-04-15T20:09:44","date_gmt":"2007-04-16T04:09:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/riley.newdream.net\/?p=129"},"modified":"2007-04-26T09:50:36","modified_gmt":"2007-04-26T17:50:36","slug":"mt-koya","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/riley.newdream.net\/?p=129","title":{"rendered":"Mt Koya"},"content":{"rendered":"
From Osaka, we took the train to Mount Koya. Ate breakfast on the train again (random little bento boxes bought in the station, delicious though). We’ve been buying cartons of milk with little straws attached for Riley, it’s really handy, but this time we made a mistake and got some yucka liquid yogurt stuff (it had a cow on it! We thought that meant milk). Guess we should be more careful.<\/p>\n
To get to Mount Koya we took the subway to a train to a cable car up the mountain, then a bus. But it was worth it. Mount Koya is a little mountain town with many Buddhist temples. We spent a few hours walking down a long path through a beautiful cemetery to a temple. <\/p>\n
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Inside it smelled strongly of incense and there were monks chanting and various rituals being performed. Riley slept through this whole experience, despite being strolled on a pretty bumpy path. She’s such a champ. <\/p>\n
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We stopped for lunch, where the waitress bright Riley her own little cup of tea. She mostly ate noodles (only soba, she doesn’t seem to like udon) and rice.<\/p>\n
We then went to another beautiful temple. There were many Japanese tourists outside, and as Brad and Sage walked through with Riley they left “a wake of cooing women” behind them (in Brad’s words). Riley’s pretty popular here – everyone wants to touch her. We learned how to say “shy” (hazukashigaria no) because sometimes she gets really freaked out when old ladies come up close to her. But she’s actually getting used to it, and doesn’t seem to mind too much. The tourists seemed to magically disappear when we arrived and we had the place mostly to ourselves…<\/p>\n We left our shoes at the front (even Riley’s, she’s a human being too after all) and put on the the slippers (which look pretty funny on the boys) and wandered around. There were beautiful, serene gardens (think combed gravel with big rocks randomly placed throughout and pretty manicured trees and cherry blossoms) surrounded by railings that were exactly the right height for Riley. <\/p>\n
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